Strike Eagle
“Bolte pushed past Major Hendhold as he strode into the inner sanctum. He’d never really been chewed out by Simone before. Entering the general’s office normally didn’t bother him—he was here at least twice a week for stand-up, or status briefings. But then again, he’d never had one of his pilots pull an inverted roll on a final approach.Thank God the general had had the weekend to mull it over. He knew that if Simone had really been upset, he’d have dragged him here Friday night after receiving the note. Still, Bolte steeled himself for the worst. He was here a good half hour before the weekly Monday morning briefings.Bolte rapped lightly on the door. “General?”“Come on in, Lightning.”Bolte kept his face expressionless. When Simone used call signs to address people, it usually meant he was in a good mood. Bolte didn’t salute when he approached. He demanded it of his own people when they entered his office, but Simone had growled at him more than once for being so formal.“What’s up, Ge...neral?”“Sit down, Lightning.”MoreLess
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