"Don't push me!" Hans protested as they entered the cabin. "I'm here voluntarily."
"My apologies," the captain huffed, "please sit down."
Hans sat down, still not sure why the Corona Navy would be involved in this scheme he'd been talked into. He had to admit he wasn't actually sure what the plan was, but here he was in New York Harbor, left alone with a naval captain twenty years his junior.
The door opened again, and the Captain saluted the young man who stood there, but he wasn't in a Corona uniform.
"Admiral Bjorgman!"
Why did that name sound familiar?