General Blitzkrieg was just lining up a tricky four-meter putt when a buzzer sounded on his desk. He flinched, at the noise, and the ball jerked to the right missing the target by a good half meter. “Damn it all to hell, what is it now?” he snarled, stomping over to the desk and. pressing a button.
“Colonel Battleax to see you, sir,” came the voice of“ Major Sparrowhawk, his adjutant. ”Shall I send her in?“, Blitzkrieg stifled another-curse, and nodded. Then, realizing that Sparrowhawk couldn’t see him, he ”said“
“Sure, sure; send her in.” He quickly stashed his custom-made ultracarbon putter behind the desk and turned to stand with the window behind him. The view of “the North. Rahsome Mountains behind the old city wasn’t anything to get ecstatic over, but he was pleased at the ‘thought’ of having his back turned to Battleax when she entered the- office-a subtle slight, but nothing she could take overt offense at. If heed been able to contrive a way to make her cool her heels in the outer office for fifteen or twenty minutes; he’d have enjoyed it even more-but that would have required some advance planning. Might as well just get the unpleasant confrontation over with. He didn’t know what the colonel was here for, but it was bound to be unpleasant.
