Jadie said, "Madam President, a man from ISF wants to talk to you, on vid."
Eilin nodded, grimly. She had expected some s**t to hit the proverbial. Calico Base would have seen the message. Seeing she had just contacted them, they would put the two together.
The man who appeared on the screen was a typical military monkey, all stiff and proper, and, given the situation, not particularly friendly, which didn't surprise her.
"Miss Gunnarsson?"
Eilin attached the earpiece on her head. "Speaking." With an odd twinge, she realized she preferred Madam President. The title Miss made assumptions about her. Her crew and her staff never made assumptions about her.
That's because they all know I'm a cold b***h.
No, it was because long ago, her forebears had gone into the industry fighting a batt
