Cindy Margrave was still fighting off weariness as she arrived at the station offices. She knew she shouldn’t have stayed up so late, but she’d been trying to finish a project for her teaching responsibility and she did not want to disappoint the senior instructor by arriving at class with it still incomplete.
At least the people from Food and Nutrition had come by with fresh coffee for the coffee urn. Ken Redmond always said that the Engineering department ran on coffee, and insisted that the coffee urns scattered around his domain be refilled on a regular basis, to the point of having IT rig sensors on each of them to detect when they were getting low.
Cindy retrieved her mug and poured herself a generous cup. Not quite up to the rim, since she needed to leave room for sugar and creamer, but she needed plenty this morning. As she mixed in the sugar and creamer, she thought about just when she’d started drinking coffee on a regular basis.
Back home on Earth, coffee was most definitely a grown-up thing, and even junior hi and high school kids were discouraged from having it. In fact, there’d been a bit of a to-do about the vending machines at the high school including a coffee machine, to the point it had been moved to the teachers’ lounge. As if it were any less healthy for you than the caffeinated pop that was right next to it.
On the other hand, back on Earth kids her age were still very definitely children, and not just in the sense of being legally minors. None of them were shouldering the sorts of responsibility she and other kids her age did on a daily basis, not just as teaching assistants, but also in jobs that helped keep essential parts of the settlement running. Sure, some of them worked at fast food places or big-box retailers, but they did it because they wanted the spending money or to save for college.
Coffee in hand, Cindy returned to the front office and settled in at the receptionist’s desk. Someone else had already turned on the boombox which set on top of the big filing cabinet. It was still Breakfast with the Beatles, although Brenda was playing some of their post-breakup solo work right now.
The programming director had left a few things for the morning receptionist to take care of, mostly verifying some files. Get them knocked out quickly and she might be able to get a little studying in if Autumn didn’t have anything for her to do.
She was just finishing the last item when the door opened and in walked Spruance Del Curtin, looking very satisfied with himself. What was he up to now?
Cindy gave him a narrow-eyed look. “You’re sure here early.”
“Wanted to get to you when I have a little time to talk. One of the guys I used to work with in Engineering had some ideas about what might’ve riled up Colonel Hearne so badly.”
Cindy’s annoyance weakened. However, she wasn’t sure she wanted to let it show right now. “Oh? What does he think?”
“Apparently there was some serious back-room dealing to get Admiral Bradbury the top Pacific Fleet post back in ’09. Either someone had something on President Flannigan, or he owed someone a favor and they decided to call in their marker. It’s not exactly something that’s going to get into the official sources, but you know how scuttlebutt goes.”
“Don’t we all.” The words didn’t come out quite as cool as Cindy had wanted, but at least she came close enough to hitting the right note.
“Yeah. I’ve lost track of how many PSA’s they’ve had us run about not spreading rumors or unconfirmed information.” Those big buggy Shepard eyes did a truly theatrical eye-roll. “Anyhow, there’s a tradition that military officers aren’t supposed to criticize the Commander-in-Chief in the public forum. Tactical criticism through channels, yes, but not open condemnation. That’s why Captain Waite’s always used the ‘keep your oath’ exhortation in all his messages against the abuses of the Flannigan Administration.”
“I was thinking there was something like that going on. Thanks for taking so much time to dig into it, even if you did run into a dead end.”
“Hey, we’re family, and family’s gotta stick together. Especially in times like these.” Sprue held up his fist.
Cindy gave him a fist-bump. Then he was off to whatever he was supposed to be taking care of.