"Excuse me a second Lieutenant." Sturgis said as he saw Mac come into the
Officers Ward Room. "Is everything okay Mac?"
"I think I just blew any chance I ever had of being promoted again."
"Why what happened?"
"I may have told the SecNav that we couldn't do our jobs if he was constantly on the phone and that I'd call him back in three hours once we had the chance to investigate."
"Doesn't sound too bad. Besides considering the stories of some of the things you and Harm got up to, I'm sure it will all work out. If not who wants to be a Brigadier General anyway?"
"Sturgis, you get to be an Admiral, if you want to be a General then I'll question your sanity."
"Get a little punchy when you're tired don't you?" Sturgis said with a smile.
"You have no idea. Let's get on with this, so I can get some sleep."
"Colonel Mackenzie meet Lieutenant Himell call sign Dovetail."
"Ma'am." The Lieutenant said.
"Dovetail, I recognise that name, did you fly off the Patrick Henry at some point in the last few years?"
"Yes ma'am. I was station on the Patrick Henry for four and a half years, before I was transferred here last year."
"I guess you know my husband then."
"Ma'am?" The Lieutenant questioned.
"Commander Harmon Rabb Jr. He was originally Pappy then his call sign got changed to Hammer."
"I know him ma'am. How is Hammer ma'am?"
"At home with the baby." Mac replied.
"You have a kid?"
"Little girl Abigail. She was four months old on Friday."
"Congratulations ma'am. Send Hammer my regards."
"Will do. Now Commander where were you with the questions?"
~
"Stay here." Jen instructed the three stooges. They all held a collection of paperwork each. Jen knocked on the door.
"Enter." Came from with in.
"Excuse me CAG, I'm sorry to bother you but do you have a minute?"
"What Petty Officer?" He snapped.
"Sorry sir, but I have a few questions I though you could help me answer. But if you're busy maybe you could recommend someone to help me."
"What if we won't?" The CAG asked.
"I'll call Commander Rabb back at JAG HQ he'll be more than happy to answer my question sir."
"The illustrious Harmon Rabb Jr."
"Sir, I'd be careful what you say about the Commander around the Colonel, she's his wife."
"You know you're bordering on insubordination Petty Officer." The CAG warned.
"I'm sorry sir, that wasn't my intention. I'm sorry to have bothered you; I'll go and see if the LSO is free for a minute."
"What do you want to know?" He sighed.
"Just a few things sir, my knowledge of Naval Aviation is limited to what Commander Rabb has told me and what I've learned in the court room. What is the typical weight of fuel that an F-14 goes up with?" Jen asked. She made a note of his answer. "And the weight of fuel that it should have when it lands on the carrier deck?"
"Minimum 2000lb, that's the safety margin. If they don't catch the wire the first time around they have enough fuel for another attempt."
"I see sir and what is the typical armament when they go up for defending the ship as apposed to I don't know a carpet bombing of a city?"
"Are you sure you're not a lawyer?" He asked.
"No sir, I just learned by watching the best at work. I'm also highly versed in the UMCJ and the Manual for Courts Martial; it's a part of my job." He gave her a brief run down of the armament taken up. "I think that's all I need to know for now sir, thank you for your help."
"Petty Officer was there a reason you needed that information?"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you that sir. If you'll excuse me I have some paperwork to compile for the Colonel."
"Go ahead."
TBC
A/N: If anyone has any suggestions for how Tiner proposes to Jen now would be a good time to share, because I still can't come up with an idea that works yet.
"I think I just blew any chance I ever had of being promoted again."
"Why what happened?"
"I may have told the SecNav that we couldn't do our jobs if he was constantly on the phone and that I'd call him back in three hours once we had the chance to investigate."
"Doesn't sound too bad. Besides considering the stories of some of the things you and Harm got up to, I'm sure it will all work out. If not who wants to be a Brigadier General anyway?"
"Sturgis, you get to be an Admiral, if you want to be a General then I'll question your sanity."
"Get a little punchy when you're tired don't you?" Sturgis said with a smile.
"You have no idea. Let's get on with this, so I can get some sleep."
"Colonel Mackenzie meet Lieutenant Himell call sign Dovetail."
"Ma'am." The Lieutenant said.
"Dovetail, I recognise that name, did you fly off the Patrick Henry at some point in the last few years?"
"Yes ma'am. I was station on the Patrick Henry for four and a half years, before I was transferred here last year."
"I guess you know my husband then."
"Ma'am?" The Lieutenant questioned.
"Commander Harmon Rabb Jr. He was originally Pappy then his call sign got changed to Hammer."
"I know him ma'am. How is Hammer ma'am?"
"At home with the baby." Mac replied.
"You have a kid?"
"Little girl Abigail. She was four months old on Friday."
"Congratulations ma'am. Send Hammer my regards."
"Will do. Now Commander where were you with the questions?"
~
"Stay here." Jen instructed the three stooges. They all held a collection of paperwork each. Jen knocked on the door.
"Enter." Came from with in.
"Excuse me CAG, I'm sorry to bother you but do you have a minute?"
"What Petty Officer?" He snapped.
"Sorry sir, but I have a few questions I though you could help me answer. But if you're busy maybe you could recommend someone to help me."
"What if we won't?" The CAG asked.
"I'll call Commander Rabb back at JAG HQ he'll be more than happy to answer my question sir."
"The illustrious Harmon Rabb Jr."
"Sir, I'd be careful what you say about the Commander around the Colonel, she's his wife."
"You know you're bordering on insubordination Petty Officer." The CAG warned.
"I'm sorry sir, that wasn't my intention. I'm sorry to have bothered you; I'll go and see if the LSO is free for a minute."
"What do you want to know?" He sighed.
"Just a few things sir, my knowledge of Naval Aviation is limited to what Commander Rabb has told me and what I've learned in the court room. What is the typical weight of fuel that an F-14 goes up with?" Jen asked. She made a note of his answer. "And the weight of fuel that it should have when it lands on the carrier deck?"
"Minimum 2000lb, that's the safety margin. If they don't catch the wire the first time around they have enough fuel for another attempt."
"I see sir and what is the typical armament when they go up for defending the ship as apposed to I don't know a carpet bombing of a city?"
"Are you sure you're not a lawyer?" He asked.
"No sir, I just learned by watching the best at work. I'm also highly versed in the UMCJ and the Manual for Courts Martial; it's a part of my job." He gave her a brief run down of the armament taken up. "I think that's all I need to know for now sir, thank you for your help."
"Petty Officer was there a reason you needed that information?"
"I'm afraid I can't tell you that sir. If you'll excuse me I have some paperwork to compile for the Colonel."
"Go ahead."
TBC
A/N: If anyone has any suggestions for how Tiner proposes to Jen now would be a good time to share, because I still can't come up with an idea that works yet.
