The brigadier cocked an eye at Vorgens, then swung up to a sitting positionThe projector automatically shut off.
“To what do I owe this honor?”
“Was that the Officer of the Day’s report you were scanning?” Vorgens asked.
“That’s right. I like to keep up on what you’re doing with my men. Any objections?”
“No. None at all…. May we come in?”
Aikens gestured to the unfolded writing desk and the pair of webbed chairs Hanking it. “Make yourself at homeYou’re in command, aren’t you?”
Mclntyre could see Vorgens’ whole body stiffen at the brigadier’s sarcasm. The Watchman took one of the chairs. The exec and the sergeant remained standing.
“I trust you’ve been physically comfortable,” Vorgens said.
“Don’t play games with me. Watchman. You’re up to something. Now what is it?”
“You’ve been keeping track of the Mobile Force’s actions.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Yes, of course.”
“Good, I’ve been thinking over the situation for the past two days, and I’ve come to a decision …”
“And you expect me to give you advice? Don’t waste your time.”
Vorgens clenched his fists. For a moment, he said nothing. Then, with a visible effort to remain calm, he resumed, “I’m not looking for advice, but I do have a question to ask you. Your answer will affect the lives of the men of this Mobile Force, and the lives of every man, woman and child on Shinar.”
For the first time, Aikens looked directly at the Watchman. “Well?”
“I want to know if you’re willing to resume command of the Mobile Force.”
Aikens’ eyes flashed for an instant. Then he asked slowly, “Resume command? What brought you to that decision? You made it pretty clear that I’m unfit to command.”