Suck it up, Sailor
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Next bit. Short, but I'm working on building up these characters before I do anything longer.
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When Maine (ACR-1) entered the waiting room for the Admiral's office on the base that had been built into Bath Iron Works, she was utterly unsurprised to see Anderson waiting patiently for her mother.
"Hello, Crowe. I take it Mother is busy?"
The younger man nodded, "Hey, Miss Miranda. Miss Connie's talkin' to Admiral Bailey, but she should be out in a minute or two."
Maine glanced at the holster sitting on the small coffee table in front of him, as well as a thermos, "Don't tell me that she still refuses to carry her sidearm."
"Yes, Ma'am. I've been given strict orders by Admiral Williams, who was ordered by SECNAV, who had it politely suggested to him by POTUS that he get her to reconsider. They even got a Springfield M1911A1 and refurbed it for her. Apparently a 101st vet from WWII donated it. With a message."
Maine let out a bark of laughter, "Oh, she'll love that."
"Of course she will," he agreed, "Or she wont get anymore tea from me."
Maine quickly lost a semblance of humor, "Williams must not be happy."
"No, Ma'am. He was very emphatic that she take it and wear it."
Not even a moment after he finished that statement, Connie came storming out of Bailey's office, face red and set in an extremely agitated glower.
"And take the damn pistol!"
Connie spun on her heel, spat an insult best not repeated, and slammed the door to the Admiral's office.
Lieutenant Anderson rose from his seat and held out both the holstered sidearm and the thermos.
Connie snatched the pistol from him and removed her Service Blue coat to secure the shoulder holster.
Anderson coughed, "Previous owner has a message, Ma'am."
Connie shrugged her coat back on and grunted, grabbing the thermos from him, "Carry on, Lieutenant."
"Message from First Sergeant James MacAndrew, Retired, formerly of the Army 101st Airborne follows as such: Suck it up, Sailor."
Connie's face scrunched up like she'd just bitten into a lemon, "Message received, Lieutenant."
Muffled guffaws of laughter came from Maine as she hunched over the side of a chair.
Connie rolled her eyes, "Laugh it up, Miri. Laugh it up. Just you wait, I have baby pictures your father gave me, and I plan on showing them to Molly and Ari. See who's laughing, then."
"Me!" Maine giggled, still bent over, "I was an adorable baby, Mother, I have nothing to be embarrassed about!"
Connie just grumbled.
Next bit. Short, but I'm working on building up these characters before I do anything longer.
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When Maine (ACR-1) entered the waiting room for the Admiral's office on the base that had been built into Bath Iron Works, she was utterly unsurprised to see Anderson waiting patiently for her mother.
"Hello, Crowe. I take it Mother is busy?"
The younger man nodded, "Hey, Miss Miranda. Miss Connie's talkin' to Admiral Bailey, but she should be out in a minute or two."
Maine glanced at the holster sitting on the small coffee table in front of him, as well as a thermos, "Don't tell me that she still refuses to carry her sidearm."
"Yes, Ma'am. I've been given strict orders by Admiral Williams, who was ordered by SECNAV, who had it politely suggested to him by POTUS that he get her to reconsider. They even got a Springfield M1911A1 and refurbed it for her. Apparently a 101st vet from WWII donated it. With a message."
Maine let out a bark of laughter, "Oh, she'll love that."
"Of course she will," he agreed, "Or she wont get anymore tea from me."
Maine quickly lost a semblance of humor, "Williams must not be happy."
"No, Ma'am. He was very emphatic that she take it and wear it."
Not even a moment after he finished that statement, Connie came storming out of Bailey's office, face red and set in an extremely agitated glower.
"And take the damn pistol!"
Connie spun on her heel, spat an insult best not repeated, and slammed the door to the Admiral's office.
Lieutenant Anderson rose from his seat and held out both the holstered sidearm and the thermos.
Connie snatched the pistol from him and removed her Service Blue coat to secure the shoulder holster.
Anderson coughed, "Previous owner has a message, Ma'am."
Connie shrugged her coat back on and grunted, grabbing the thermos from him, "Carry on, Lieutenant."
"Message from First Sergeant James MacAndrew, Retired, formerly of the Army 101st Airborne follows as such: Suck it up, Sailor."
Connie's face scrunched up like she'd just bitten into a lemon, "Message received, Lieutenant."
Muffled guffaws of laughter came from Maine as she hunched over the side of a chair.
Connie rolled her eyes, "Laugh it up, Miri. Laugh it up. Just you wait, I have baby pictures your father gave me, and I plan on showing them to Molly and Ari. See who's laughing, then."
"Me!" Maine giggled, still bent over, "I was an adorable baby, Mother, I have nothing to be embarrassed about!"
Connie just grumbled.