... I don't know how we're going to be able to keep in touch anymore.... It's as if Nana has some sixth sense that can pick out anything related to you and destroy it. Your comm frequency has been blocked at her estate. Now she's burned your letters before I had the chance to even read them. There's got to be another way..I'm sure of it. Maybe you can come up with something.
I love you, Daddy.
B
Okins slammed his fist down onto the desk in frustration and tossed the letter down. There's got to be some way to get through.... He looked up to see his fellow officers returning to their offices signaling the end of the lunch hour. As he turned back to his computer, the general office secretary came in and set a stack of files onto his desk.
"Your latest reports, sir." she said before turning back to her station out front.
"Thanks," he muttered, grabbing the first file off the stack and opened it. Scanning through the page's contents, he stopped upon reaching a familiar officer's name. He paused, leaning back in his chair, thinking, exchanging glances from the file in his hands to the letter sitting on his desk.
That's it! The admiral stood and moved to the filing cabinet in the corner of his office. He yanked open the top drawer and sorted through the folders until he found the file he was looking for. He flipped through it in his hands, then returned it to the cabinet. Pausing for a moment to correctly gather his thoughts Okins then stepped out of his office to address the secretary.
"Irma, contact the destroyer Exactor. I want Commander Brisard in my office by the end of the week."
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