Planet New London, Wellington Base, Fleet Admirals Office, 0800 Hours

[Victor Steiner]

Damn damn damn He thought as he hurried his way through the building, past the various clerks and security staff that were in his way Fifteen fething minutes late! In front of the fething fleet admiral! and Dagon...And McIntire......And Wildcat...FETH! He charged through the last security checkpoint before reaching the desk of the PA of the Admiral who looked at him, disapproval on her face. You're late....fifteen minutes late it seems...not a good look
He walked over to the desk I am aware, may I go in?
You may, but to try and calm down a little beforehand, it's so unbecoming of men to appear stressed don't you know? She replied in a condescending voice
Do you know how unbecoming it is of paperpushers to make comments like that? he snapped back before straightening his uniform and opening the door.

He saw, much to his horror, that he was indeed the last member of this meeting to arrive. The others looked up, he saw Wildcat's ears twitch as she looked at him, although her face betrayed nothing. Admiral McIntire was clearly tired, and thus not impressed at his late arrival. Dagon was even less impressed, although she was hardly surprised. Clark was new to Victor, but even she was hardly thrilled at the idea of waiting longer than she should. Finally came O'Brian, who had a stern look on her face. The face many speculated about, but few ever saw. Oh Sacred feth he thought as he let the door close behind him. He was pretty sure he could hear the PA snicker outside.

Leftenant Commander Victor Steiner. He said coming to a quick salute I apologise for my lateness, it was not intended Given the room was full of his superiors, he thought it best to wait for their lead.

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