[The Admiral is in his apartment looking over some paperwork concerning the farm in Wisconsin they'd recently discussed.] Ziggy, you out there?

[Small and tentatively...] Ziggy...?

[This is what the Right Hand gets for lending the boss her spare key.]

The few stolen hours in Las Vegas had done Al wonders, even if his mind weighed heavily with his duties. After dropping Kara at the hotel (they'd already paid for the room, after all,) Al and Tina had continued on to Henderson. They hadn't gotten to much talking after that ( Read more... )

Just as promised, Commander Thrace had arrived in time to usher the Admiral out the door. For a Thursday afternoon, the airport was suspiciously quiet, though the flight had represented one of the most vocal Al could remember on a domestic flight ( Read more... )

If there was one thing the Admiral missed about New Mexico, it was the distinct lack of traffic. If there were two things the Admiral missed about New Mexico, it was the distinct lack of traffic and his car.Al knew that moving to New York City, even on assignment, would mean that he would be at the mercy of public transportation. With four wives ( Read more... )