Three Decades of Pretending Come to an End in a Military Holding Cell

“The database upgrade locked out every local gate access terminal at zero eight hundred.”

“No apology needed, Captain,” I said.

“The Corporal was following military regulations to the letter.”

I walked out of the cell.

Glenn unfolded his arms.

His eyes went to Miller, then to Brandt, then to me.

“Hold on a second,” Glenn said.

“She’s a General?”