'— which I know is in your file on me, and I had orders to be stationed on Franklin, which is where my wife will also be stationed.'
Braun spread her hands again. 'Yes, well, needs of the Navy. Sorry.'
'There must be some way to fix this.'
'Fix it? No, no. Nothing to fix. Nothing that can be fixed. Mars assignments are locked in to allow transportation planning. If you had any objections, you should've let us know within forty-eight hours of message transmittal-'
'My ship was underway. I just got the message.'
'We can't make allowances for that. Personnel policy is built around firm rules to ensure everyone is treated fairly.'
' Fairly?'
Braun ignored Paul's biting rejoinder. 'This is a great career move, Paul. Absolutely. People fight for the chance to serve on Mars.'
'It's a hardship tour and if people are fighting for the chance why don't we let one of them fill this job you want to send me to?'
'Paul, I can't second-guess the judgment of the people on Mars. They judged you best qualified.'
'For what? And why was my name even up for judgment when I already had orders to Franklin?'
Braun frowned. 'Now, Lieutenant Sinclair, you should know by now that personal requests are given full consideration but the deciding factor always has to be the needs of the service. You're needed on Mars. End of discussion.'
'I could put in my papers. Resign.'
'Nooooo. You still have more than two years of obligated duty from your Academy time, and in any case you can't resign within six months of your transfer date.'
'You won't even try to help me?'
Braun smiled again, looking for all the world like a sales representative on a used car lot. 'I'm your detailer. I'm always here to help you. To balance your needs against those of the service. You know, coming off Mars duty you should be able to write your own ticket for your next assignment. Be sure to have a preference on file. We'll do everything we can to make it happen.'
Paul just stared at her for a few moments, unable to think of anything else he could say. Finally, he nodded abruptly. 'Thank you.' Then he cut the connection. The tone of his words and his action were at least borderline insubordinate, but at the moment Paul didn't really care.
Who can I ask for help? Captain Hayes. Commander, no she's a Captain now, Herdez. Maybe one of them can do something.
Once back on the ship, Captain Hayes listened, letting his anger show, then promised to do what he could. 'But I can't make any promises, Paul.'
'I know, sir. Thank you, sir.'
Paul left a message for Captain Herdez, then slumped in his stateroom chair and snarled at people for the rest of the day. Once he could leave the ship he went straight to Jen's quarters to wait for her, but found her already home and poured out the story.
Jen slammed a fist into one of the small cabinets the compartment boasted. 'I don't believe he did this!'
'He?' Paul was momentarily surprised out of his own anger. 'He who?'
'My father! Who the hell else?' She jabbed a finger at the data pad where Paul's order modification was displayed for her to read. 'Mars! That's a four year assignment.'
'I know. Believe me, I know.'
'He pulled some strings. He got your orders changed, sent you off to Siberia. No. Siberia would've been a lot closer and warmer. He found a worse place. I guess he couldn't swing getting you sent to Persephone or he'd have probably done that.' Jen made a choking motion with her hands. 'I'm going to-'
'Why?'
'Why?' She glared at him. 'Because he-'
'No, no. I understand why you're ticked off at your father, but what's the point of sending me to Mars? Does he think we won't get married now?'
'I doubt it. Of course, he might've had help from others who had other reasons to go after you. There's at least one admiral who owes you a payback for your helping to get his son kicked out of the Navy.'
'Silver deserved it! He caused the death of one of his own sailors!'
'I know that. Don't yell at me. And then there's the people who weren't happy with you for getting me off and proving that someone in the office of the Deputy Assistant Undersecretary of Defense for Acquisition and Development,' she recited the full title with angry emphasis, 'had covered up problems with equipment being fielded to the fleet. You've got plenty of people who'd be happy to see you rewarded with a trip to Mars.' Jen sat down and closed her eyes, obviously trying to calm herself. 'But I'm sure my father's involved somehow. Maybe he figures if we're separated that long we'll divorce or something. Mars is notorious for breaking up marriages. Lots of people far from home for a long time.' Jen opened her eyes and fixed them on Paul. 'And I admit it. I'd worry about that.'
Paul snorted a brief laugh. 'I doubt there's any woman on Mars the equal of you. No, that's wrong. None of them could be your equal and I know there's no one better than you.'
'Yeah. Sure. After, say, two years apart you wouldn't be eyeing some babe with a halfway decent body who likes to smile at you?'
'No.'
'I hate it when you're so positive about something without thinking about it! You're human. You're going to be tempted being alone out there that long.'
'So?' Paul gave a dismissive wave of his hand. 'Being tempted isn't the same as doing anything. Hell, Jen, you'll be here without me. I'm not worried.'
'Oh? You don't think any other guys would be interested in me?'
'No! Yes! Dammit, Jen. I trust you. I'll always trust you. And I won't betray your trust.'
'Maybe we should rethink the marriage. To make sure you're not committed just in case-'
'No! Aren't you listening to me?'
'I'm thinking. That's all.'
Paul lowered his head, looking down at the floor. I'm in this mess because of everything I've done. Getting involved in things I should've let slide. If I'd just kept my mouth shut and gone along I'd being going to whatever job I wanted now. Wouldn't I? Nobody gunning for me, nobody wondering what the hell I'm going to do next. He looked up again, his eyes coming to rest on Jen. But I know pretty much for certain that Jen fell for me because I did do things I didn't have to do. Because I didn't go along and keep my mouth shut. Maybe I'd have the duty of my dreams… without her. Would I want that?
Can't I even avoid second-guessing my own second-guessing?
'What are you thinking?' Jen asked.
'That I'm an idiot.'
'Hey, I get to call you an idiot because I love you. Nobody else gets to call you that.'
'Even me?'
'Even you.'
'What are we going to do, Jen?'
'Have you talked to anybody about getting the order mod rescinded?'
'Yeah. The detailer-'
'Who lied?'
'Like a big dog. Yeah. 'Needs of the Navy,' my ass.'
'Maybe your captain…'
Paul nodded. 'Yes. I asked Captain Hayes. No promises, but he's going to see what he can do. And, uh…' He hesitated.
'And?'
'Herdez. I asked her.'
Jen rolled her eyes. 'I bet she told you it was a great career move.'
