Lieutenant Boggs sat in the living room of Leona Kim, Garrison Lieutenant of floor 42. She arrived from the kitchen, carrying a cigarette box in her hand. She took two out, lit hers, and handed Boggs the other one.
Leona Kim was a thirty one year old garrison lieutenant who has been in her position for five years and counting. She had Auburn hair and brown eyes.
"You know, these ones are made with real tobacco: from the Carib islands."
Boggs just nodded, not wanting to talk about or remember that failed attempt to install Proletarianism. His most vivid memory of that place is the brutality of and atrocities committed by the guerrillas he was a military advisor for.
Fortunately, Kim went strait to the point. "So, what brings you here?"
Boggs already knew what he was going to say. "Is it safe to talk?"
Kim smiled, "Sure, just let me just turn on the radio."
She turned on the radio, the radio that was broken in such a way as to disrupt bug transmission. Once the low drone of military songs started playing, the bugs were temporarily unable to pick up any signal. The song that was playing was another Proletarian song.
She smiled as a result of her good mood. "What do you need?"
"I need a favor from you."
Her eyes narrowed.
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, I need you to do something for me. If you do than it, I'll be sure to support you should you request promotion."
"And what if I don't want to 'help' you?"
"Well, I don't think you have a choice."
"What makes you say that? We are both Lieutenants."
Boggs smirked, as she fell right into his trap. Now all he had to do is spring it.
"If you don't, than our coworkers would be interested to learn about you're relationship with a corporal woman under you're command."
Her eyes grew wide with worry, "You wouldn't."
"Yes I would. I'll tell everyone, and they'll turn against you. Those under you, the ones who want you're position, they'll take you down and Coin will have to make an example of you."
"You son of a-"
"You have been willing to send countless men and woman to the ovens; I don't think you have any moral high ground left to stand on."
Angrily, Leona scowled, "Fine, I'll give you what you came here for."
She began to loosen the buttons on her uniform, and when Boggs realized what she assumed he came for, Boggs shook his head.
"Don't flatter yourself, that's not what I want."
This was a relief for Leona, as she did not want to submit in this way again.
About three years ago, Floor Manager Hans Beria (a man with wealth and power who is highly adapted to using both to get what he wants ) threatened to reveal Leona's secret if demands were not met. She met those demands and allowed Hans to bed her. Considering the lethal policy on her orientation, it was a life or death matter.
"Oh. Than what do you want?" She began to button her uniform back up.
"In seventeen days precisely, I want you to request that Dr. Aurelius and I come to you're floor to give advice."
"Okey."
"Remember; if you don't make this request in seventeen days, than you're secret will be revealed."
"Is that seventeen days after today, or seventeen days including today?"
"Seventeen days after today."
"Okey. If you don't mind my asking, what do you want from this?"
"I do mind you asking, and I don't think its you're business."
"Will you recommend me for commissioner of defense when the position becomes available?"
This was really putting his neck out; as he would be executed if she did not do a good job in the position. Then again, he would not be around long enough for the position to become available. Boggs was willing to promise things he could not keep; as lying to officials is how he stayed alive as long as he did.
"Sure."