Chapter 3:
"Summer."
A knock came on her office door; she was just getting her things so she could go home.
"Yeah."
General Paul Collins entered. Holding a file that contained her new job information.
"Sir."
She came to attention; he indicated she didn't have to.
"I think I may have found what you looking for."
Summer dropped her coat on her desk and took the file he was offering her.
"Already?! That was fast."
"Anything for my best officer ... Don't tell anyone I said that."
He quickly said afterwards. She smiled opening the folder.
"Mt. Cheyenne?"
Her smile faded.
"Sound's ... exciting."
She said sarcastically, Collins grinned at her expression.
"Oh it is."
He reassured her. She opened her mouth to say something, but thought better of it so she close it again.
"A helicopter's is waiting to take you."
He smiled and left her office, leaving Summer to pick up her things. She stood, somewhat in shock shaking her head. She looked around for a box to carry her stuff; she found one in the corner of her office and placed in on her desk. She stopped what she was doing and took a moment to look the report over one more. 'To perform reconnaissance', the line bugged her ... perform reconnaissance in a mountain? Ok maybe there was more to this than she had initially thought. She placed the report on the top her box, filled with pictures of her family and friend, awards and certificates. She turned to take one more look at her office where she had been for the past 5 years. She sighed and opened the door, gently closing it behind her.
On the roof of the Pentagon, Summer found the 'chopper and some of her Co-workers. She said goodbye to them, with hugs and salutes.
She faced the helicopter sighing once more.
"Summer."
A voice called out from over her shoulder, she turned, it was General Collins.
"Thought you weren't coming."
He smiled.
"Good luck, Colonel."
He saluted; Summer returned it with a great amount of respect.
"Thank you Sir."
They shook hands; Paul pulled her into a hug and slapped her back.
"Take care."
He let go of her and held her by the arms.
"I will, and thank you again Sir."
They let go and she turned around to the 'chopper again. She handed her box to the pilot. Turning back to the crowd again, she waved to them.
"Oh Sir my things, at home, can you have someone pack them and send them to Colorado?"
He smiled full heartedly.
"I'll do it myself."
"Thank you Sir."
"Now go on get going, I'll ring you when you get to your hotel ... see how things are going."
She smiled shaking his hand once more and clambering into the 'chopper. She sat by the window as they took off, watching all her friends and colleagues turn into tiny dots as they gained altitude. Finally she was getting away from this place, that's not to say she wouldn't miss all the friends she had made in her time in Washington, but she was glad to see the back of this place. She put her head into the back of the plastic chair and sighed in relief. She wasn't going to miss this place at all.
"Summer."
A knock came on her office door; she was just getting her things so she could go home.
"Yeah."
General Paul Collins entered. Holding a file that contained her new job information.
"Sir."
She came to attention; he indicated she didn't have to.
"I think I may have found what you looking for."
Summer dropped her coat on her desk and took the file he was offering her.
"Already?! That was fast."
"Anything for my best officer ... Don't tell anyone I said that."
He quickly said afterwards. She smiled opening the folder.
"Mt. Cheyenne?"
Her smile faded.
"Sound's ... exciting."
She said sarcastically, Collins grinned at her expression.
"Oh it is."
He reassured her. She opened her mouth to say something, but thought better of it so she close it again.
"A helicopter's is waiting to take you."
He smiled and left her office, leaving Summer to pick up her things. She stood, somewhat in shock shaking her head. She looked around for a box to carry her stuff; she found one in the corner of her office and placed in on her desk. She stopped what she was doing and took a moment to look the report over one more. 'To perform reconnaissance', the line bugged her ... perform reconnaissance in a mountain? Ok maybe there was more to this than she had initially thought. She placed the report on the top her box, filled with pictures of her family and friend, awards and certificates. She turned to take one more look at her office where she had been for the past 5 years. She sighed and opened the door, gently closing it behind her.
On the roof of the Pentagon, Summer found the 'chopper and some of her Co-workers. She said goodbye to them, with hugs and salutes.
She faced the helicopter sighing once more.
"Summer."
A voice called out from over her shoulder, she turned, it was General Collins.
"Thought you weren't coming."
He smiled.
"Good luck, Colonel."
He saluted; Summer returned it with a great amount of respect.
"Thank you Sir."
They shook hands; Paul pulled her into a hug and slapped her back.
"Take care."
He let go of her and held her by the arms.
"I will, and thank you again Sir."
They let go and she turned around to the 'chopper again. She handed her box to the pilot. Turning back to the crowd again, she waved to them.
"Oh Sir my things, at home, can you have someone pack them and send them to Colorado?"
He smiled full heartedly.
"I'll do it myself."
"Thank you Sir."
"Now go on get going, I'll ring you when you get to your hotel ... see how things are going."
She smiled shaking his hand once more and clambering into the 'chopper. She sat by the window as they took off, watching all her friends and colleagues turn into tiny dots as they gained altitude. Finally she was getting away from this place, that's not to say she wouldn't miss all the friends she had made in her time in Washington, but she was glad to see the back of this place. She put her head into the back of the plastic chair and sighed in relief. She wasn't going to miss this place at all.