“To get started,” the commander said, leaning forward in his chair, “let me reiterate that the reason for this meeting is to gain further insight and understanding into the individual Legionnaires we command by pooling our thoughts and observations. While the Legionnaires themselves can pick and choose whom to avoid and whom to be friends with during off-duty hours, as officers we are not allowed that privilege. We have to work with and utilize every individual in the company, whether we like him or her personally or not, and to do that we have to know whom and what it is we’re dealing with. Is that understood?”
“Yes, sir!”
Phule hid his wince at the stiff response by rubbing his eyes as if tired-a gesture he did not have to fake. While he had tried to make his lieutenants comfortable on the penthouse sofa, and it was obvious they were more at ease with each other than when he had first spoken with them, it was equally obvious that they were still tense and nervous in the presence of their commanding officer.
“Also, let me apologize for the hour. I know it’s late, but I wanted to do the first pass on the list while our memories were still fresh from today’s duty, particularly mine.”
He flashed a quick grin at the lieutenants, which was not returned. The commander sighed inwardly and abandoned his efforts to lighten the mood of the meeting. He’d just have to rely on time and familiarity to loosen the lieutenants up.
“All right. I notice you have quite a few notes, Lieutenant Rembrandt. Let’s start with your observations.”