title: sight
fandom: starfighter
subject: cain
word count: 178
rating: G
warnings: n/a
notes: it's official, i got HM's permission to write for this series YES also merry christmas
040. sight
"Well, will you?"
Starcommander Bering sat opposite him, eyes steely and fingers intertwined. The mission report they were currently discussing sat flipped through and open-faced with a picture and information on a new recruit to Starfleet.
"Any reason why you chose me, sir?"
His fingers made their way up to the desk and slid the papers closer.
"No reason in particular," Commander Bering offered, "but let's just say I need a committed officer for this assignment."
He smirked back at his superior, "I see no good deed goes unnoticed..."
Commander Bering shared the look, "There are many things I know. You are not exempt from any sort of scrutiny."
"Dirty pool old man... I'll take it."
The manila folder was given to him, all in good conscience. Before he made it out the door, Commander Bering stopped him.
"Report at 0900 hours for further instructions, Cain."
Cain raised his hand in acknowledgment and led himself unescorted back to the fighter's barracks with the future clutched tightly in his hand.
If he knew better, and he most certainly did, he sure as hell knew a good prospect when he saw one.