Chapter 6
We touched down just outside London at exactly 1710. I shok Harm awake. When we got off the plane we were almost instantly greeted by a Marine Major.
She identified her self as Major Carly Davidson. The woman we were supposed to meet. Gosh, how I wish I was in that uniform.
"You must be the two Commander Burnetts."
"Yes, we are." Replied Harm gruffly, he was obviously still out of it, or more aggravated at having to use his stepfather's name than I thought.
"I'm sorry, we're still a little tired from the flight, could you show us where we're to stay?" I said, hoping to appease the major for my 'husband's' ill behavior.
She seemed unperturbed. "This way please. Don't worry about your luggage, most of it's arrived ahead of you."
We followed her through security, and out of the airport. She seemed to already have arranged for a taxi. When we got in she told the driver, "Roosevelt Naval Base." (Author's note: I highly doubt there is such a place, but just bear with me please.)
The drive out there was interesting, and aside from trying to keep Harm from falling asleep again, I looked out the window and watched the scenery fly by. England is beautiful..I could appreciate it more if the Major would ever stop talking like she was tour guide.
Thirty minutes and fifty-eight seconds later, the Major identified herself and us to the enlisted man standing watch at the entrance. He insisted on searching the taxi, which everyone grumbled about, as it was wasting our dinner time. After a thorough half hour search, which produced nothing, he allowed us to continue on. It was six seconds short of 1847 when we finally arrived in our apartment.
The apartment itself was fairly large considering it was on the base, I'd say more or less about the size of the Admiral's office. Minus the nice decorations of course. The walls were bare, and an ugly off-shade of white. At least it smelled fresh though, and it was clean. The real thing that horrified me was the furniture, or lack thereof. We had one chair, a nightstand, a table, and a bed. A bed. Not two beds, one bed. Great.
"Harm-" I begin.
"Hmmmm." he was more interested in checking the room for bugs, and wasn't listening to me.
"Harm, haven't you noticed there's a problem?"
"Where, there's not a bug over there right?"
"Not that I can see. That's not the point though, we've got a problem."
"Well what is it then?" Men are sooooooooo obtuse..
""There's one bed." I blurt out.
"Oh."
"What are we going to do?"
"Perhaps we should call down to headquarters and ask for another? Honestly, there's not much we can do, unless we want to blow out cover."
"There's got to be some way."
"Would you like me to sleep on the floor?"
"Come on Harm, the floor isn't exactly that comfortable, neither is the chair..We're adults, we'll just have to handle it." I say that last sentence with far more confidence than I feel. I can't believe you just suggested that MacKenzie! This is a recipe for disaster.
A/N: Interesting huh?! Now why DID Mac say that?
We touched down just outside London at exactly 1710. I shok Harm awake. When we got off the plane we were almost instantly greeted by a Marine Major.
She identified her self as Major Carly Davidson. The woman we were supposed to meet. Gosh, how I wish I was in that uniform.
"You must be the two Commander Burnetts."
"Yes, we are." Replied Harm gruffly, he was obviously still out of it, or more aggravated at having to use his stepfather's name than I thought.
"I'm sorry, we're still a little tired from the flight, could you show us where we're to stay?" I said, hoping to appease the major for my 'husband's' ill behavior.
She seemed unperturbed. "This way please. Don't worry about your luggage, most of it's arrived ahead of you."
We followed her through security, and out of the airport. She seemed to already have arranged for a taxi. When we got in she told the driver, "Roosevelt Naval Base." (Author's note: I highly doubt there is such a place, but just bear with me please.)
The drive out there was interesting, and aside from trying to keep Harm from falling asleep again, I looked out the window and watched the scenery fly by. England is beautiful..I could appreciate it more if the Major would ever stop talking like she was tour guide.
Thirty minutes and fifty-eight seconds later, the Major identified herself and us to the enlisted man standing watch at the entrance. He insisted on searching the taxi, which everyone grumbled about, as it was wasting our dinner time. After a thorough half hour search, which produced nothing, he allowed us to continue on. It was six seconds short of 1847 when we finally arrived in our apartment.
The apartment itself was fairly large considering it was on the base, I'd say more or less about the size of the Admiral's office. Minus the nice decorations of course. The walls were bare, and an ugly off-shade of white. At least it smelled fresh though, and it was clean. The real thing that horrified me was the furniture, or lack thereof. We had one chair, a nightstand, a table, and a bed. A bed. Not two beds, one bed. Great.
"Harm-" I begin.
"Hmmmm." he was more interested in checking the room for bugs, and wasn't listening to me.
"Harm, haven't you noticed there's a problem?"
"Where, there's not a bug over there right?"
"Not that I can see. That's not the point though, we've got a problem."
"Well what is it then?" Men are sooooooooo obtuse..
""There's one bed." I blurt out.
"Oh."
"What are we going to do?"
"Perhaps we should call down to headquarters and ask for another? Honestly, there's not much we can do, unless we want to blow out cover."
"There's got to be some way."
"Would you like me to sleep on the floor?"
"Come on Harm, the floor isn't exactly that comfortable, neither is the chair..We're adults, we'll just have to handle it." I say that last sentence with far more confidence than I feel. I can't believe you just suggested that MacKenzie! This is a recipe for disaster.
A/N: Interesting huh?! Now why DID Mac say that?