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than you’re used to, I’m sure.”
His eyes crinkled at the corners. “You’re not telling me anything I don’t know!”
She smiled back without exactly meaning to. “Now, getting back to that original question you asked me, we don’t use polite terms when addressing people our own age. Not unless we’re mad at them, or we’re joking around. Hey You , works pretty good to get someone’s attention. If you’re too polite to say that, just say Excuse Me.”
If she hadn’t known better, she could swear that he was memorizing every word she was saying. “I see.” He frowned slightly, thinking. “I’ve been told several times by people to not use ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am.’ Is that a general rule, or can I only dismiss such formalities when invited to do so?”
Anne spent the remainder of her lunch break explaining etiquette. Oddly enough, she thoroughly enjoyed their conversation. Arystair was one of those people that absorbed everything you told him — she never had to repeat herself, and he never forgot what she said. It was both flattering and at the same time nerve wracking. She found herself being more careful and precise with her words than normal, not wanting him to quote her saying something ridiculous.
By the end of lunch, Anne had come to two conclusions. One, this was the kind of guy that would make a really good friend; and two, he was definitely going to be her friend, if she had anything at all to say about it.
Chapter Five
Rys well understood that using any military base as a meeting place would destroy the cover of “sabbatical high school student” that all of SF01 was currently maintaining. Obviously, meeting in a base’s conference room was out of the question. Of course, that brought about the question of what would be the best place to meet? Everyone had debated this for a long while, throwing out different ideas, but finally a general consensus was reached that any veteran’s home would be secure enough, if the appropriate measures were taken.
They’d asked a few discreet questions, hacked a few files, and discovered that there were three homes that had the necessary clearance to be around a mission this highly classified. One of them happened to be the Dawlish’s — Gremlin’s foster parents.
When Rys arrived that evening, he discovered that finding a place to park in front of the modest two-story house had become a challenge because of everyone else’s arrival. Frowning, he checked the clock — no, he’d arrived ten minutes early, like usual. Yet there were seven cars already in the driveway and two parked half on the street. Had he missed something…?
A little concerned, he got out of the van and headed for the front door, eyes automatically sorting through the various vehicles around him. Five he recognized as belonging to the various computer experts in SF01 and the Dawlishs’. Two of them had government plates, meaning that someone had decided to join their little information party.
They’d been exchanging information with each other for the past two weeks. Rys knew that some of the emails had been cced to Bijordan Intel as well. Maybe… Shaking his head in bemusement, he raised a hand and knocked on the door.
Katherine Dawlish, Bijordan Naval Captain, Retired, promptly opened the door and smiled at him in welcome. “Come in, Captain Savar.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” He gave her a covert scan as he stepped inside the house. Every dark hair on her head was perfectly in place, shirt and pants crisply pressed, and the fine wrinkles on her face framed a happy smile. Well, she didn’t look like anything upsetting had happened. Taking that for a good sign, he continued, “We’re very grateful you let us commandeer the premises for the evening.”
She gave him a casual salute and a wink. “My pleasure. It feels like the old days, actually. Now, everyone decided to use the den. It’s this way.”
Rys followed her down the hallway and to a back
His eyes crinkled at the corners. “You’re not telling me anything I don’t know!”
She smiled back without exactly meaning to. “Now, getting back to that original question you asked me, we don’t use polite terms when addressing people our own age. Not unless we’re mad at them, or we’re joking around. Hey You , works pretty good to get someone’s attention. If you’re too polite to say that, just say Excuse Me.”
If she hadn’t known better, she could swear that he was memorizing every word she was saying. “I see.” He frowned slightly, thinking. “I’ve been told several times by people to not use ‘sir’ or ‘ma’am.’ Is that a general rule, or can I only dismiss such formalities when invited to do so?”
Anne spent the remainder of her lunch break explaining etiquette. Oddly enough, she thoroughly enjoyed their conversation. Arystair was one of those people that absorbed everything you told him — she never had to repeat herself, and he never forgot what she said. It was both flattering and at the same time nerve wracking. She found herself being more careful and precise with her words than normal, not wanting him to quote her saying something ridiculous.
By the end of lunch, Anne had come to two conclusions. One, this was the kind of guy that would make a really good friend; and two, he was definitely going to be her friend, if she had anything at all to say about it.
Chapter Five
Rys well understood that using any military base as a meeting place would destroy the cover of “sabbatical high school student” that all of SF01 was currently maintaining. Obviously, meeting in a base’s conference room was out of the question. Of course, that brought about the question of what would be the best place to meet? Everyone had debated this for a long while, throwing out different ideas, but finally a general consensus was reached that any veteran’s home would be secure enough, if the appropriate measures were taken.
They’d asked a few discreet questions, hacked a few files, and discovered that there were three homes that had the necessary clearance to be around a mission this highly classified. One of them happened to be the Dawlish’s — Gremlin’s foster parents.
When Rys arrived that evening, he discovered that finding a place to park in front of the modest two-story house had become a challenge because of everyone else’s arrival. Frowning, he checked the clock — no, he’d arrived ten minutes early, like usual. Yet there were seven cars already in the driveway and two parked half on the street. Had he missed something…?
A little concerned, he got out of the van and headed for the front door, eyes automatically sorting through the various vehicles around him. Five he recognized as belonging to the various computer experts in SF01 and the Dawlishs’. Two of them had government plates, meaning that someone had decided to join their little information party.
They’d been exchanging information with each other for the past two weeks. Rys knew that some of the emails had been cced to Bijordan Intel as well. Maybe… Shaking his head in bemusement, he raised a hand and knocked on the door.
Katherine Dawlish, Bijordan Naval Captain, Retired, promptly opened the door and smiled at him in welcome. “Come in, Captain Savar.”
“Thank you, ma’am.” He gave her a covert scan as he stepped inside the house. Every dark hair on her head was perfectly in place, shirt and pants crisply pressed, and the fine wrinkles on her face framed a happy smile. Well, she didn’t look like anything upsetting had happened. Taking that for a good sign, he continued, “We’re very grateful you let us commandeer the premises for the evening.”
She gave him a casual salute and a wink. “My pleasure. It feels like the old days, actually. Now, everyone decided to use the den. It’s this way.”
Rys followed her down the hallway and to a back
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