|Richard the Lionheart (heartoflion) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-01-02 17:27:00
|Entry tags:||alexander the great, richard the lionheart|
Who: Richard the Lionheart and Alexander the Great
What: First Meetings
Where: Fort Hamilton
Warnings: Probable Language, TBD
Note: I know nothing of military proceedings.
Richard's job was fairly easy. The base commander knew who he was, and he worked with Washington to provide counsel on tactical matters. He knew he had a title, but it wasn't one on the books. Enough to get him an office, and for even the base commander to salute him. He still wished he could be in the field, providing tactics with just a map wasn't as great, but he was also unwilling to put the lives of good men at risk because he'd be zapped back at inconvenient intervals.
That and you learned the higher you went, the more paperwork got involved. And he'd never done too much of that, and it annoyed him. Right now he was busy with the scandal about Petraeus, wishing the man had been more discreet. Or at least not gotten caught. He'd been CIA for God's sake, you;d think he'd have covered his tracks better. Still in uniform he'd set his legs on the desk, only taking them off when someone knocked.
He spotted the base commander and rose to return the salute, figuring it was something big. Michael tended to leave him alone, and he respected the Colonel for that, and how he actually listened.When he saw the second person he figured out what it was about. He could feel immortal on him and so he nodded to the Colonel's request to get the newcomer situated. Having, mostly, gotten over his habit of treating his equals as subordinates he gave the newcomer a salute before extending his hand once Michael had left. "Morning. Richard." No titles, not yet. Not until he figured out who this was.