“I was thinking more in terms of working with the housekeeping staff,” Brandy supplied. “That photo spread was fun, but I don’t really see myself wearing one of those peek-a-boo outfits day in and day out. Having a legitimate excuse to be in and out of the guest rooms wouldn’t be a bad idea, either.”
The two looked at their commander expectantly.
“Actually,” he said slowly, staring at his notepad, “the recognition problem wasn’t my major concern. Super Gnat should be okay, but …” He hesitated, then shrugged and looked at his top sergeant directly. “I’m not quite as comfortable with you going under cover, Brandy. I had been counting on you to help me ride herd on the company while it was standing normal duty. The fact is, Chocolate Harry and Escrima have already volunteered, and the cadre roster is starting to look a little thin even if you stuck around. With you gone …” He let his voice trail off, then shook his head.
“I can see where that might be a problem, Captain. But …” Brandy hesitated, then leaned forward slightly. “Can I speak candidly, sir?”
Phule nodded curtly.
“Well, you know how you got on my case when you first took over about being cynical and not trying? This is the first time in … hell, I don’t know how many years now, that I’ve volunteered for anything. Now that I’m moving, I’d kinda like to see it through. I’m not sure if I’m trying to prove something to you or to myself, but I’d like to give it a shot.”
The commander pursed his lips and stared thoughtfully at his pad again, then realized there was really nothing to decide. If it came to choosing between making things easier for himself or helping Brandy rebuild her self-esteem, there was only one choice that would be acceptable to him.