The Marching Season
“He punched in his code at the secure door and stepped inside. Carter was sitting at his desk, hunched over a stack of memos, clearly irritated. He looked up at Michael and frowned. “Well, well, Sir Michael has decided to grace us with his presence,” Carter said.“It’s an honorary knighthood. ‘Your Majesty’ will do just fine.”Carter smiled. “Welcome home. We missed you. Everything all right?”“Couldn’t be better.”“You have ten minutes to get read in. Then I need to see you and Cynthia in my office....”“Fine. I’ll see you in half an hour.”Michael walked down Abu Nidal Boulevard to his cubicle. One of the Center’s wits had hung a large Union Jack over the cubicle wall, and “God Save the Queen” issued softly from a small tape player.“Very funny,” Michael called out, to no one in particular.Blaze and Eurotrash appeared, followed by Cynthia Martin and Gigabyte. “We just wanted to dress the place up a little bit for you, Sir Michael,” Blaze said. “You know, make it feel a little less like Langley and a little more like home.”“That was very thoughtful of you.”Blaze, Eurotrash, and Gigabyte drifted away, singing a throaty rendition of “He Is an Englishman.”MoreLess
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