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“If the hold kicks in, command will confine you to base housing starting tomorrow morning.”

He tapped the screen of his desk terminal, where a red administrative alert sat open in his inbox.

“I can sit on the command acknowledgment for eight hours,” Captain Holt said.

“That gives you until eight o’clock tomorrow morning to fix this before I have to log the report.”

“Thank you, sir,” I said.

“Don’t thank me,” Captain Holt said, tilting the screen a little toward me.

“The automated server flags the file at midnight no matter what I log.”