Axon Clips Chapter 7

Herzog
transfer

Lieutenant: Sir? These are transfer orders? Herzog: Yes. Initial that you've seen them, would you? Lieutenant: I don't understand, sir. Herzog/Cranky: What's not to understand? Lieutenant: But, is there-- Herzog: --A diplomatic post in New Mombasa. Good for your career. That is all. (Lieutenant remains) Herzog: What are you waiting for? Lieutenant: Did I... Have I been... I know that I didn't always-- Herzog: No, no, I gave you a good eval. (cranky) Can't find'em hungry anymore, not like when I was coming up. Lieutenant: I'm sorry if I wasn't up to standards. Herzog: Fine, fine. You're dismissed. Lieutenant: You're covering something. The cranky old man bit... Herzog: Not at all, soldier. Routine transfer. 

moles

Herzog: It's a good posting - diplomatic. It'll do more for your career than this one would. Lieutenant: (thinks) You need someone in New Mombasa. Herzog: You were dismissed, soldier.<BR> Lieutenant: You've already approved my transfer, kinda late to reprimand me.<BR> Herzog: This is just the Navy, transfers happen. I've got work to do.<BR> Lieutenant: I don't think that you want me there to work. Not if I'm officially attached to intel, that's too high profile. You like your moles small and innocuous.<BR> Herzog: I will remind you that that information is not for idle speculation.<BR> Lieutenant: Well, maybe you've got a new protege. The girl at Chawla?<BR> Herzog: No, Rani's going to stay where she is. Now I have work to do, and you, I'm sure, need to make some arrangements.<BR> Lieutenant: What are you up to?<BR>

you_alive

Herzog: I am up to my adam's apple in paperwork, and you owe me quite a bit of it. Surveillance analysis on Callisto, since you mention it. So - dismissed.<BR> Lieutenant: You know, my mother is ill. I could request compassionate dispensation to stay here, where I'm close to her.<BR> Herzog: That's enough. I'll have you investigated for malingering if you even try such a stunt. Do you hear me?<BR> Lieutenant: So, you want me out of here?<BR> Herzog: I have enjoyed working with you, young man, but I am not sentimental, and don't think I won't eat you alive if you start playing games with me.<BR> Lieutenant: Sentimental? You're... you're protecting me from something? Something political?<BR> Herzog: Get out. I have work to do.<BR> (Lieutenant leaves)