A New Life Part 25: Ch05 – "Skeleton Crew pt2"

A retrospective story looking back to start with the original 1995 pilot episode, from the prism of 25 years in the future (2020). AU: what if the premise of Harmon Rabb Jr's life was completely different before he landed on the carrier with Caitlin Pike?

A/N-1: See Chapter One for all the notes, scene-setting and disclaimers

A/N-2: "Viewer discretion"- one scene written around one major (active and entirely consensual) act of sexual union. No impact on overall story rating,

A/N-3: published 11MAR2021: because this is an AU, I am going to have a little fun with the concept of this chapter. I do not feel constrained by the inexplicable "gap" in canon, between the as-filmed NBC ending of S01Ep22 "Skeleton Crew" and the CBS Season-Two opening S02Ep01 "We the people". In Ch04 and Ch05, I wanted to cover both the "Skeleton Crew" episodes - both filmed and "rumoured".

A/N-4: We know, of course, that NBC dumped the series and that several original cast members had left to take other roles, so the concept of "Skeleton Crew part two" (as possibly scripted but never filmed) was impossible to resurrect, achieve and film when DPB sealed the new deal with CBS, which gave us nine more seasons… So now, on with my AU concept of "Skeleton Crew Part Two" and setting up the rest of 1996).

A/N-5: I also make a passing reference to events in my 2020 story "Gold stripes and a bump – how can I be pregnant?" which you may also enjoy after reading this tale.

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Ch05 – "Skeleton Crew pt2"

Tuesday June 4th 1996, 16:05hrs EST

Norfolk Naval Base, VA - Alongside the berth of USS Seahawk

Commander Alison Krennick stomped onto the scene later on the Tuesday afternoon, in time for the joint JAG-NCIS end-of-day-one crime scene update.

Meg and Harm deferred to her as the list of evidence, forensics and theories was laid up onto a white-board at the back of the largely-abandoned wardroom of the Seahawk. The investigators had the run of the room almost exclusively to themselves, given that the large majority of the crew had disembarked for a long-awaited and much-anticipated shore-leave.

Diane Rabb had suggested to Harm that they should meet for dinner around 1830-1900, when she had scheduled a meal break. On receiving the news of Lt Sarah Williams' death, CNO had scrambled a trainee crypto officer across from another ship, to stand watch for the rest of the week, so that Diane could have breaks and also plan to commence her shore leave on schedule on the coming Saturday morning. A longer-term replacement crypto officer was added to the list of "Seahawk actions".

Alison Krennick had realised that this was probably a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity to find out more about the woman who had married Harmon Rabb jr and taken him off the market. She had quickly scheduled an interview with Diane during Di's downtime on the Wednesday morning. As it would turn out, in seeking to find out "woman-to-woman" about Sarah Williams, Alison would end up divulging more personal information to Di than Di would release to the Dragon Lady. Di's bright and enquiring mind (one of the many things which Harm loved about his wife) led her to enquire and to question - part of the crypto job of looking for patterns. Her skills had already been noted within the Intelligence community and a potential future role in "the puzzle palace" was on the cards for Lt Diane Rabb.

Ahead of the Wednesday Alison-Diane meeting, Harm would ensure that he had briefed Di very well over their Tuesday evening "dinner date" about the life and times of Cdr Alison Krennick.

One anomaly that the Tuesday end-of-day meeting uncovered - which would be probed further on the Wednesday during the second day of the investigation – was the sudden run ashore by Lt Lamm, seeking Lt Williams. Investigations revealed that Lamm was – as scheduled – ashore on the Tuesday evening but was slated to return by 0800hrs on the Wednesday morning, to stand a watch and relieve the XO for the morning.

Tasks were lined up and allocated, Turque went to report back to NCIS HQ in DC and Alison went to make her presence known to the XO.

Harm prepared to meet up with his wife.

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Tuesday June 4th 1996, 20:05hrs EST

"The Home Port" Diner, entrance to Norfolk Naval Base, VA

Diane Rabb had not set foot into the diner since the previous year, when she had come ashore ahead of commencing her maternity leave. The mixed aroma of strong coffee and frying grease grabbed her by the nostrils as she walked in through the main entrance.

"Some things never change", she thought, just as she spied her husband, standing alongside a table with arms open wide in greeting.

"Hi honey: phew, alone at last. I tell you Harm, this has been hard, knowing you were just a coupla hundred yards away instead of halfway around the planet."

He gently took her hands and kissed every knuckle in sequence. Di knew that he had missed her as much as she had missed him, even though he had enjoyed the added pleasure of their children to keep him company – plus his parents, on loan from California.

"Welcome is the sailor, home from the sea" he whispered into her ear as he sought out her particular erogenous spot. She felt her body betray her, as her body responded to this wonderful man who had placed a wedding band on her finger several years before.

"Oh man, Harm, just you wait for Saturday night back home" Di replied throatily.

As the evening drifted on pleasantly, Harm found his thoughts wandering as Diane continued chattering and they held hands whilst spooning fettuccini one-handed. As they expanded their plans for the upcoming weekend, he began to wonder what would happen if the slain crypto officer, lying on the gurney in the body-bag that morning, had been Diane.

Harm finally accepted that there was no value in the "what-if" theorizing and fully embraced his creed that "life is for the living" – as Diane had instilled into him during the painful months of physical therapy following his ramp strike.

He smiled: Diane only saw the good in people and the positivity in situations; these were admirable sentiments which she would pass onto their children. He planned to return home to Annandale at the end of Wednesday, travelling back south again on the Saturday morning to collect Di at coffee time, when she would be formally stood down from her extended sea duty.

They lingered over desserts and then coffee, before strolling back to the ship. As they arrived at the bottom of the gang-plank, Meg ran up, clearly at the culmination of her evening exercise, running around the dockyard.

"Hey Meg, you make me feel guilty – I usually just run around the flight deck when we're deployed".

"Well Di, I usually take the flight deck for my morning runs when I am on a carrier, but I wanted to check in with Turque's team up at the head of the quay – they've had a diver down during the afternoon." She paused, before continuing. "I reckon more in hope than expectation, plus it's now dark. But hey, it's NCIS' turn to chase the physical evidence; our JAGMAN investigation will focus on the people."

She looked up to the bridge, where the heads of Holbarth and Krennick were clearly visible, discussing something of importance at this late hour of the evening. Struck by a sudden – and naughty – thought, she began singing the childhood ditty:

"Holbarth and Krennick; sitting in a tree: K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

Diane reacted first – knowing Holbarth and having heard of Krennick's predatory (or "over-eager") reputation from her husband. "Eeeyurgh!" She play-splapped Mag's forearm. "Wow, Meg – cruel much; but good fun I guess!" Harm was smiling as Di recovered her composure after considering the idea.

Meg popped them a friendly salute. "OK guys, I need to hit the shower. This Texas lady is way beyond 'glowing' – I reckon I could compete with a polecat! Harm, I'll see you in the ward-room at 0800 tomorrow, OK?"

"Sure thing Meg; g'night."

"Night Di." Meg sprinted up the gang-plank, pulled out her pass, saluted and signed in, then disappeared into the interior of the ship. Harm and Diana strolled steadily up the gangplank, to identify themselves to the Senior Chief and OotW before signing in and going their separate ways.

Passing the bridge later that Tuesday evening, Bud Roberts would note that Krennick and Holbarth seemed to be hitting it off. The steady hum of low conversation drifted out through an open door as the PAO passed by on his final walk-round of the evening.

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Wednesday June 5th 1996, 06:47hrs EST

Norfolk Naval Base, VA - Aboard USS Seahawk

Diane finished her stretching exercises and began her first circuit of the flight deck, jinking around the stores and kit which were being brought up from the bowels of the ship for repair, servicing and re-allocation. She could see why the XO had let slip that he expected to spend around a week on board after the ship had made port, before the maintenance crews could be fully up to speed with the necessary refurb work in port. Commander Holbarth was a busy man; his side-kick Lamm seemed a little dynamo of energy alongside Holbarth.

As she began her second circuit, she heard the sound of gentle – but rapid – footfalls behind her; she paused and looked over her shoulder, breathing in the clear air of the dockside.

"Morning Di" announced Meg, flying past before heading for the stair-head, which she took on her way towards the gang-plank and a period of running on terra firma around the dockyard ahead of breakfast and her 0800hrs RV with Harm.

DI completed her exercise before returning to female officer country and luxuriating in the shower – an enjoyment enhanced by the knowledge that, with a skeleton crew, there would be absolutely no queue for the showers this morning. The only greater enjoyment, she realised, would be having her husband's arms around her on Sunday morning back home in Annandale - although she suspected that little legs might bring in an unwanted (but not unwelcome!) little interloper if Harm forgot to lock their bedroom door on Sunday morning!

Loading up her hair with conditioner, she had a thought; what if she could persuade Harm to come south on Friday evening, for a "kids-free" night in the local Inn? The on-cost would be minimal: apart from the Italian run-ashore with Sarah (her heart leapt as she thought of her slain colleague once more) she had barely touched her salary during her six months of sea-duty.

She decided – it was time to tempt Harm with a Friday night special! She finished in the shower, shut off the water and reached for the towel.

Then Diane Rabb settled back into her persona of buttoned-down USN officer and prepared for her day of work.

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Wednesday June 5th 1996, 07:59hrs EST

Officers' wardroom - Aboard USS Seahawk

Harm had poured two coffees and settled them on the long table just as Meg arrived, laptop bag slung over her shoulder. "Hey, good morning Harm; I sprinted past your wife on the flight desk an hour back." She smiled before heading for the toaster, grabbing a bagel and then spooning cream cheese onto a plate as she activated the toaster.

He returned her smile, nodding sagely. "If I know Diane, she would have needed little excuse to be able to run a lot more hot water in the showers today, with only the skeleton crew aboard."

Meg nodded, then tucked into her first bagel. Harm was under way with the excavations into his large bowl of oatmeal; the fresh fruit display looked particularly appetising this morning.

"Seen Krennick this morning?" He asked. Meg shook her head.

"Nope; but then I was in my rack just before 2200hrs last night, then up-and-at-'em from 0640hrs this morning."

She smiled; "maybe she got lucky!"

Harm nearly snorted into his coffee, recovering at just the last second. "Ooh Meg, you are wicked!"

Coincidentally, the object of their musings chose that exact moment to walk into the wardroom; raiding the eggs and bacon, she took a mug of coffee and then headed for the far corner of the wardroom. Meg eyed Harm, before commenting. "Too good to join us plebes, Mister Rabb, I wonder?"

Harm shook his head. "Nah, probably just half-asleep; let's see what coffee does to the savage beast in ten minutes."

Sure enough, after a main course of protein and a mug of coffee, Alison surfaced and exchanged some pleasantries with her subordinate JAG officers.

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The remainder of the morning was taken up with interviews of the remaining skeleton crew. CCTV was a bust – the system had died two weeks before home port, with the result that one more item was sitting on the repairs docket – along with a total absence of usable video evidence from the night in question or the preceding weeks.

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Wednesday June 5th 1996, 13:53hrs EST

"The Home Port" Diner, entrance to Norfolk Naval Base, VA

Harm and Meg had both – independently – felt a need to interview Lt Lamm, who had remained behind on board on the night in question before sprinting ashore to follow Sarah Williams.

Although he was a little cagey and nervous when they chatted to him over lunch, there was nothing specific which they could home in on during the first meeting.

A follow-up meeting with Lamm was scheduled for later that day, with Meg deciding that she would go solo.

She held out the hope of putting the man at his ease – a fact which they relayed back to Holbarth in the 1600hrs catch-up session before Harm hit the road back to Annandale (he had two days of stacked work awaiting him in Falls Church, if he was to stand any chance of getting back to Norfolk for a Friday night reunion with Diane).

By 18:03hrs on Wednesday, Megan was calling for the MAA, having discovered the body of Lt Lamm, slumped over his keyboard. Half his brains were decorating the wall against which what was left of his head was resting. Fortunately, he appeared to have hit "save" on his suicide note.

Surveying the blood-soaked scene, Alison tasked Megan with investigating Lamm's cabin jointly with NCIS. Alison then headed out, informing everyone that the next case conference would be at 10:00hrs on the Thursday morning, given that tonight was likely to see a late finish.

"Wow, Dragon Lady *does* have a heart" mused Megan as she pulled out another evidence bag.

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As it transpired, only when Harm returned to Norfolk on the Friday evening did anyone spot that Lamm was actually left-handed. This would not only make the "suicide" theory less tenable (aka well-night impossible), but wiped out the golden 48-hours initial crime-investigation timeline.

But on Wednesday evening, Megan was working her way around Lamm's cabin, accompanied by Agent Turque as they probed the apparent suicide.

Something about the NCIS agent made her feel slightly unsettled. It was just a theory, nothing more, but she longed for her partner's return.

By 21:56hrs, with her survey and inspection of Lamm's quarters completed, she couldn't find Krennick. She mentioned this observation to Bud Roberts over coffee at around 2245hrs in the ward-room. Bud imparted the intel that Krennick and Holbarth were still meeting up on the bridge.

Rather than disturb the two senior officers, Meg decided to pack up her notes and turn in for a (relatively) early night. Her report to Krennick could wait until the morning case conference. By 23:05hrs, Megan Austin was asleep in her bunk.

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Thursday June 6th 1996, 05:41hrs EST

"Female officers' country" – aboard the USS Seahawk

As Meg headed out of female officers' quarters, she heard an unusual sound for a warship – a woman's humming of a quiet, pleasant lilting tune. The woman was clearly relaxed and feeling happy.

Meg could barely hide her surprise when, on rounding a corner, she found herself facing Cdr Alison Krennick who was heading back towards the quarters. But this was a spectacularly-relaxed Alison Krennick, clearly doing the "walk of shame" after a strenuous night of physical activity in someone else's bunk.

Meg knew that Alison was some seven years older than her own 29 years, as her trained investigator's eyes looked over the older woman. The rough, tough Commander was totally relaxed – and not completely dressed for the new working day. This was clearly the end of the previous evening.

She was wearing yesterday's peanut butter blouse. Meg had noted a loose thread on the button across Alison's bust-line, but hadn't had a chance to privately warn Alison with no-one else around, such had been the activity levels on Wednesday afternoon. The same button, with the same loose thread, was in place – and Alison had clearly forgotten to pull on a bra when she had re-dressed this morning for the walk back to her cabin! Megan spotted that item of clothing in Alison's hand, where she clutched her cover.

Meg's inspection continued. Alison's hair was mussed up, barely under control after having had a careless hand run through it: but what really caught Meg's attention was Alison's gaze. The older woman's eyes were unfocussed, satisfied – and entirely happy.

"Holy Cow, Krennick's gotten laid!"

Some years before, working with a British exchange officer from the Royal Navy, Meg had gotten to talking about British slang – exchanging British phrases with their American equivalents.

Until this morning, she had never quite appreciated or fully understood the British expression of "comprehensively pleasured and shagged every way up" to describe the "best night ever spent rolling in the hay". Today, the phrases fell into place - with the transatlantic clarifications about Jennifer Aniston's "bouncy shag" hairstyle, the seabird and the dancing style called "shagging".

This morning, Alison Krennick had clearly been given a "comprehensive seeing-to" - which had touched every one of her womanly buttons, launched her into low earth orbit and left her entirely sated. Megan reckoned that Alison was probably still flying at 25,000 feet on the wings of love. There was a faint, but distinctive and identifiable aroma floating in the wake of Alison's stroll down the narrow passageway. The older woman would definitely need to be relaxing under a shower before morning call - and replacing every item of clothing before morning formation.

Megan said her good mornings and slid on past. Alison merely answered with a gentle smile, then continued on her slow, dream-like journey back to her quarters. Her tuneful singing began again: this time "Come fly with me" was identifiable.

"Brother, I reckon the other guy must be lying somewhere with a big shit-eating grin on his face" thought Meg, as she stepped onto the flight deck to begin pounding her way around the route of her morning run.

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In some ways, she looked to Alison Krennick as a role model for when she herself made Commander; a woman working to maintain good order and discipline, in the still-overly-male environment of the US Navy. Although she knew that Krennick did sometimes seem a little too "macho", she knew and understood the challenges which Krennick must find herself facing from time to time. Similar challenges would also, no doubt, appear in Megan's life – which she would face and deal with. At least Krennick was a good ten years too young to qualify for the perjorative "cougar" title! Meg left the "morals of an alley-cat" assessment unfinished - the comment/view might be considered "catty" - or "disrespectful of a senior officer" if it ever got out!.

On balance, Meg was pleased that Alison had found companionship on the Seahawk. She was happy for "Alison the woman" that she had been able to indulge in some strenuous "horizontal jogging" which would relax her for her role as "Krennick the Commander" in the day-job. Would Alison's unseen and undisclosed lover be "back for more" the next evening?

Meg hoped that Alison would be happy. Not that Megan Austin would ever settle for a "one-night stand" – Meg was a "long-term and forever" kind of girl.

It would be another two decades before most people realised where and when Alison Krennick conceived her daughter - or that she even *had* a daughter.

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Thursday June 6th 1996, 09:21hrs EST

Officers' wardroom - Aboard USS Seahawk

Meg had poured herself a second cup of coffee and had loaded the toaster with two halves of a bagel when Alison Krennick stepped into the ward-room. Unlike the early-morning encounter some four hours earlier, this time Alison was the perfect picture of the squared-away USN officer: dressed immaculately in a completely-fresh uniform and beady-eyed, ready for a day of investigation. She had her game face on and, after breakfast, was ready to face Thursday's third day of the investigation into the deaths of Lt Williams and (latterly) Lt Lamm.

Meg nursed her final mug of coffee as she reviewed her notes and watched the clock sweep around towards 10:00hrs. She slipped back to her cabin, brushed her teeth and was ready to face the day, on time, in the case conference.

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Thursday June 6th 1996, 10:00hrs EST

Officers' wardroom - Aboard USS Seahawk – NCIS-JAGMan case conference

The NCIS forensics and ballistics teams had confirmed that Lamm had gunshot residue on his hands and that the bullet which had inflicted the catastrophic damage to his head had – most likely - been fired from the weapon which his corpse had been clutching in his right hand when he had been found the previous evening. The damage to the bullet, from its collision with the steel plate bulkhead of the ship's structure after its initial journey through Lamm's brain, rendered an absolute confirmation of suicide problematic.

There was, however, no doubt that Lamm's weapon had fired the two fatal shots which had ended Sarah Williams' short life.

Turque had impounded the contents of Sarah's foot-locker for further analysis. He had confirmed that, once the review was completed, he would arrange to forward the letters to Sarah's confirmed next-of-kin - her parents in Virginia.

The investigation was winding down by the end of Thursday, but for some reason Alison Krennick had announced that she would be remaining on-board overnight through to Friday morning. Megan agree to take a pool car and head back to Falls Church in the early evening.

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Friday June 7th 1996, 08:59hrs EST

JAG HQ, Falls Church VA

Staff Call – main conference room

Harm had been working hard, with his door and blinds closed, when Meg had arrived on the Friday morning. As a result, she hadn't been able to update him, so they updated each other in the course of their input to the Friday morning Staff Call. The JAGMAN baseline findings were reasonably clear and were backed up by NCIS forensics and ballistics. The Admiral agreed to hold over the case until Alison Krennick returned on schedule on the Monday morning.

Over coffee, Harm and Megan brought each other up to speed. Out of politeness, Meg decided to keep Alison's confidence following their early-morning encounter the previous day. Harm was clearly a man on a mission, aiming to clear his desk so that he could be on the road south, back to Norfolk, later in the afternoon for his formal "welcome home" assignation with his wife. Meg considered that Diane Rabb was one lucky woman.

As a result, Harm was already back on the road when the Admiral called Megan Austin into his office towards the normal time when the JAG HQ would secure for the weekend.

He wanted to outline a spectacularly-good and career-enhancing opportunity for her with another Naval division. There were two awkward conditions – she would need to be in post on September 1st and she couldn't tell anyone – particularly her current partner, LtCdr Harmon Rabb. "Damn' secret squirrel brigade" the Admiral grunted.

In light of the job opportunity, Meg was to have an uncomfortable, indecisive weekend. As a result, she passed up the opportunity to drop round to Annandale and join Harm, Diane, Sarah and Matthew for Sunday lunch.

She had a lot of thinking to do. On returning home, Megan Austin had a date with a deep, hot, scented bath and a glass of wine. Perhaps this would be joined later with the delivery of a Texas chilli pizza

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In parallel, the Admiral had to source another partner for Lt Cdr Rabb. Over the rest of the year, once Meg had departed to her new posting, Harm would be temporarily partnered with other attorneys on a case-by-case basis – including a few joint investigations with Alison Krennick. Chegwidden wasn't blind and had seen how Krennick sometimes undressed the younger (and married!) officer with her eyes.

As it happened, the challenge of a permanent (or at least semi-permanent) partner for Harm would remain unresolved until a USMC JAG was allocated to a case in New Mexico at the start of 1997.

Their first meeting, in a Rose Garden, would be memorable for all involved!

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Tuesday 13th August 1996, 10:14hrs EST

Office of RAdm "AJ" Chegwidden

JAG HQ, Falls Church VA

The Admiral walked slowly back into his office, coffee and doughnut in hand. He was in a state of partial shock.

He replayed his discovery from just beforehand in the galley.

He hadn't seen Alison for much of the preceding month. On the Monday he had received an approach from COMNAVFOREUR, enquiring about Alison's possible suitability for a billet in Naples, as a decisive advancement step towards her fourth ring. He had booked a meeting with Alison for 1030 on the Tuesday, to discuss the prospects a day after her return to Falls Church. She had been out and about on a succession of back-to-back investigations and RoE update briefings over the past month.

As he walked into the galley that morning, intent of collecting a doughnut and a coffee, he had a perfect side-on view of Alison Krennick, as she appeared to be inhaling a doughnut in near-enough one move.

The apparent speed of Alison's digestive system was not what caught his attention. Her gently-swelling mid-line spoke to an ongoing countdown to a "happy event".

Mid-doughnut, she had turned and caught his eye. Following his gaze, she had looked up and smiled back at Chegwidden then said, simply: "I believe that we are meeting at 10:30 Admiral."

"Indeed Commander." He had then stepped carefully around her as she continued to lean against the counter, poured his coffee, grabbed a doughnut and retreated back to his office to await Alison's arrival at 10:30 – and to gather his thoughts.

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By 10:48hrs, Alison and Chegwidden had completed their discussion.

Alison was clear on her plan, informing the Admiral that her condition was the consequence of "a timing mistake which I am going to live with" and then politely declining the Italy posting "for now" and commencing a discussion on maternity leave plans, entitlements and a proposed time-line. It turned out that the wedding and engagement ring were her grandmother's; she had adopted them as a diversion against prying or inquisitive eyes. The old USNA lessons in diversion and distraction had finally borne fruit. Naturally, the Admiral respected her choice and her decision.

She would plan to step back from JAG work at the end of the Christmas break (or possibly work from home if that would be mutually beneficial), assuming that all continued to go smoothly with her pregnancy through the remaining five or six months. Chegwidden appreciated her fore-sight. Obviously, carrier-borne visits and investigations were off the table; as Alison pointed out "this is a normal condition which potentially affects half the human population Admiral, not an illness." Chegwidden began trawling the RLSO sites for suitable TAD candidates to support Rabb.

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Chegwidden returned to his manning proposal – it was time to bring Rabb in, to season his administrative skills.

The Admiral had acted on Meg Austin's departing recommendation, endorsing Ensign Bud Roberts' application for a transfer from PAO to JAG and a career in law. Bud Roberts' transfer would take effect at Christmas of 1996. Harm would be taking the younger man under his wing - as well as trying to break Bud of his delightful tendency towards "premature elaboration" - a habit of apparently over-complicating every statement.

This state of affairs would continue through the tail end of 1996, until a fateful meeting in the White House Rose Garden on January 3rd, 1997

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One bright spot was the approval for Harm's Distinguished Flying Cross - to be awarded personally by the President at the start of the new year of 1997.

Just then, in the bowels of Langley, some devious CIA idiot had the half-baked idea of tempting a group of US patriots to steal the Declaration of Independence...

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End of Ch05 – "Skeleton Crew pt2".

Mike, United Kingdom, 11-03-2021