They all ordered their meals and waited for Howard to leave before the
continued their conversation.
They chatted about little inconsequential things, until Jack caught Sam's eye and raised his. Sam nodded subtly.
"If you'll excuse, I need to use the restroom." Sam excused herself, Mel who had seen the interaction.
"I'll go with you." She stood and she and Sam headed towards the restaurant.
"So..." Kyle said. "I take it this dinner isn't just because you had to eat sir."
"No, before I left this morning we were discussing the possibility that you would be required to brief someone who's name I'd rather not mention right now."
"Yes sir."
"That's what you'll be doing on your TAD." Jack replied.
"I thought I was going to brief the person I was assigned TAD to."
"Him as well. But this person needs to briefed on your information, so when you get to where you assigned TAD I'll meet you and we'll go over everything."
"Yes sir."
~
"So you're a theoretical astrophysicist?" Mel asked.
"Yes."
"But you don't usually work out of Washington?"
"Not for the last four, five years no. We work out of Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado." Sam replied.
"NORAD?" Mel questioned.
"I mainly analysis deep space radar telemetry."
"So what are you doing in Washington?" Mel asked.
"I work on developing new technologies as well, so I'm here to brief the Pentagon on a few of those developments."
"Sounds like a nice safe job." Mel said.
"I've probably got more combat experience than you ma'am." Sam said.
"Oh really?"
"But I'm afraid it's classified."
"Got to love classification." Mel smiled.
"It has its benefits and its draw backs. So how long have you worked with the JAG corps?"
"Ever since I finished OCS. I had my law degree by the time I was twenty."
"Child prodigy?" Sam asked.
"Something like that. Just don't tell Kyle that, he doesn't know."
"You're best friend doesn't know how smart you are?" Sam questioned.
"No. He likes to think he's the smart one and that he's got the upper hand. So I let him, it makes him easier to deal with." Sam smiled.
"Jack is a smarter guy than he ever lets on but he's not a big fan off technological developments, so he's decided very soon on that I talk technobabble and that anything technological is a doohickey." It was Mel's turn to smile.
"Men." She shrugged. "Can't live with them can't live without them."
"Do you mind if I ask you what's going on with you and Commander Devon?" Sam asked.
"If you find out let me know, because I honestly don't have a clue. We should head back." Sam nodded.
Sam and Mel weaved their way back through the restaurant.
"Sam."
"Yes?" She said.
"There's a guy over there waving at you." Sam looked in the direction Mel indicated.
"Great." Sam muttered. "We should get back to the table; I need to talk to Jack."
TBC
They chatted about little inconsequential things, until Jack caught Sam's eye and raised his. Sam nodded subtly.
"If you'll excuse, I need to use the restroom." Sam excused herself, Mel who had seen the interaction.
"I'll go with you." She stood and she and Sam headed towards the restaurant.
"So..." Kyle said. "I take it this dinner isn't just because you had to eat sir."
"No, before I left this morning we were discussing the possibility that you would be required to brief someone who's name I'd rather not mention right now."
"Yes sir."
"That's what you'll be doing on your TAD." Jack replied.
"I thought I was going to brief the person I was assigned TAD to."
"Him as well. But this person needs to briefed on your information, so when you get to where you assigned TAD I'll meet you and we'll go over everything."
"Yes sir."
~
"So you're a theoretical astrophysicist?" Mel asked.
"Yes."
"But you don't usually work out of Washington?"
"Not for the last four, five years no. We work out of Cheyenne Mountain in Colorado." Sam replied.
"NORAD?" Mel questioned.
"I mainly analysis deep space radar telemetry."
"So what are you doing in Washington?" Mel asked.
"I work on developing new technologies as well, so I'm here to brief the Pentagon on a few of those developments."
"Sounds like a nice safe job." Mel said.
"I've probably got more combat experience than you ma'am." Sam said.
"Oh really?"
"But I'm afraid it's classified."
"Got to love classification." Mel smiled.
"It has its benefits and its draw backs. So how long have you worked with the JAG corps?"
"Ever since I finished OCS. I had my law degree by the time I was twenty."
"Child prodigy?" Sam asked.
"Something like that. Just don't tell Kyle that, he doesn't know."
"You're best friend doesn't know how smart you are?" Sam questioned.
"No. He likes to think he's the smart one and that he's got the upper hand. So I let him, it makes him easier to deal with." Sam smiled.
"Jack is a smarter guy than he ever lets on but he's not a big fan off technological developments, so he's decided very soon on that I talk technobabble and that anything technological is a doohickey." It was Mel's turn to smile.
"Men." She shrugged. "Can't live with them can't live without them."
"Do you mind if I ask you what's going on with you and Commander Devon?" Sam asked.
"If you find out let me know, because I honestly don't have a clue. We should head back." Sam nodded.
Sam and Mel weaved their way back through the restaurant.
"Sam."
"Yes?" She said.
"There's a guy over there waving at you." Sam looked in the direction Mel indicated.
"Great." Sam muttered. "We should get back to the table; I need to talk to Jack."
TBC