Chapter 5
Crap!
Nika stared at the ceiling of her berth. Normally she’d be in a four-berth with three other petty officers. But because of the light crew needed to operate the Peleliu, she’d been able to scrounge a berth of her own. It wasn’t luxurious, she could touch either side wall at the same time and she didn’t need to reach a full stretch twice to span the other direction, but it was hers alone. There were other female petty officers—the Navy was twenty percent female after all—but she had little to do with them since switching from the Flight Deck to the LCAC.
Double crap!
She was going to owe Lieutenant too-damn-sure-of-himself Barstowe twenty bucks if she didn’t get to sleep in the next fifteen minutes. How was she supposed to know that the arrogant prick would be such a damn
