compartment set aside for visits. There wasn't a master-at-arms in the space with them, but Paul knew they were under constant surveillance. Confidentiality only applied to Pullman's visits with his lawyers.
Pullman grinned at Paul, apparently unabashed by his months of confinement and by having to wear a uniform stripped of insignia and ribbons. 'How's it going, Paul?'
'That's what I came to ask you. Any problems?'
Pullman smiled again and waved around him. 'They won't let me out.' It was already an old joke. 'But otherwise they're being pleasant enough. I think they suspect they're being watched.'
'Do you need anything?'
'Not right now. Thanks for bringing that stuff earlier. It really helps to know you guys all still believe in me.'
Paul nodded, not willing to say anything. He didn't know whether or not Pullman actually believed that the rest of the wardroom of the Michaelson was supporting him, but it wasn't Paul's job to tell him otherwise. Even if Paul knew for sure how all of the other officers felt. I'm here to make sure he's being treated right before the trial. Maybe he's guilty. Maybe not. But until that court-martial decides, I don't want him treated as if he's already been convicted.
Pullman leaned forward a little as if sharing a confidence. 'I'll beat this, you know. No problem.'
'Brad, Commander Carr is a real good lawyer, and there's some evidence-'
'No problem,' Pullman repeated, waving away Paul's warning. 'I've told my lawyers how to handle this. We'll get these stupid charges dismissed. Stupid and unfounded charges, that is.'
Paul couldn't help being impressed by Pullman's confidence. What does he know that I don't? Or that Commander Carr doesn't? Still, he wasn't about to jump off this fence, to commit to believing Pullman, until he saw whatever legal tricks Pullman's lawyers pulled out of their hats. 'This may be my last visit for a while. The court-martial is convening soon and I understand they won't want me seeing you while that's going on.'
'Ah, I'll talk to my lawyers-'
'Your lawyers are two of the people saying they don't want me seeing you.'
'Oh. Okay. I'll talk to them about that.'
Paul gestured toward one of the cameras he knew were mounted in the walls. A door opened and two masters-at-arms entered, eyeing Pullman with disdain and Paul with wariness.
'All good things come to an end,' Pullman noted. 'Catch you later.'
'Sure.' Paul watched Pullman leave the visitors room to be returned to his cell, then signed out and began walking back to the ship, trying to reconcile Pullman's confidence and calm demeanor with what he knew of the government's case against him.
As Paul came back aboard, he saw Master Chief Maines talking to Petty Officer First Class Qui, the new master at arms. Ivan Sharpe had told Paul that Qui knew his stuff, and so far Paul certainly hadn't had any complaints. Except for wishing that he still had Sharpe's familiar, trusted presence to bounce ideas off of.
Maines gave Paul a big grin. 'Mr. Sinclair. Petty Officer Qui's just back from the special court-martial of Petty Officer Vox.'
'It's over?' Almost two months to get the special court-martial convened and only two days to conduct the trial. One less thing to worry about, although Paul knew he'd have to summarize the trial record for the Captain and the XO to go over.
Qui smiled as well. 'Yes, sir. Mr. Vox bought himself a Big Chicken Dinner.'
'That'll make the captain happy.' Big Chicken Dinner was slang for Bad Conduct Discharge. Not as bad as a Duck Dinner/Dishonorable Discharge, but not something any person would want in their life record.
'And a year at Leavenworth,' Qui added.
'That'll make the captain very happy. Does he know, yet?'
'No, sir. Petty Officer Qui was just telling me.' Master Chief Maines inclined her head in the general direction of the captain's cabin. 'The captain told me a bit earlier to let you know that he wanted to see you when you got back to the ship anyhow, Mr. Sinclair. He wants you to brief Captain Agee on the progress of the Pullman thing.'
Captain Agee. The new commanding officer, who would relieve Captain Hayes in about two week's time. It seemed impossible that Captain Hayes' time as captain of the Michaelson was already coming to an end. Impossible and cause for more than a little uneasiness in Paul. He'd grown to depend on the steady hand of Captain Hayes as his commanding officer. Now an unknown element would be taking over again, though Paul himself would be leaving the ship before much longer, so the practical impact should be very small.
Both Captain Hayes and Captain Agee were sitting in the wardroom when Paul poked his head inside. He gave Hayes a quick report on the outcome of Vox's special court-martial, earning a grin from the captain. 'Vox was a dirtball,' Hayes explained to Agee. 'But he's gone. You won't have to worry about him.'
'Good to hear,' Agree said approvingly. 'Sit down, Paul. I want to hear about this Pullman case.'
Paul sat, keeping his back stiff. He knew better than to slouch in any official meeting with any captain, especially a captain who within a short time would be captain of the Michaelson and therefore in control of Paul's fate on a day-to-day basis. 'Captain Hayes, sir, about the initial NCIS investigation-'
'I've already told Captain Agee about that. You don't need to cover it.'
Agee nodded, eyeing Paul. It was hard to tell whether or not he approved of Paul's assistance to NCIS.
Paul ran down what he knew of the charges and evidence, trying to be even-handed.
Agee pursed his lips and glanced at Hayes. 'It does look like a strong case.'
'Yeah,' Hayes agreed. 'I'm personally convinced of Pullman's guilt, but it's not over 'til it's over. When's the last time you saw Pullman, Paul?'
'Less than an hour ago, sir. I stopped by the brig on the way back from the JAG offices.
'How's Pullman?'
Paul let his exasperation show. 'Confident, sir.'
Agee looked surprised. 'Confident?'
'Yes, sir. Almost cocky. He says he'll be exonerated for sure.'
'Any idea why he's saying that?'
'No, sir. Nothing specific. He just says he'll beat the charges.'
Hayes pointed to Paul. 'I've told Paul to be at the court-martial every day as an observer once it begins. It looks like that's going to overlap with the change of command, though.'
Agee nodded. 'It sounds like a good idea. Can your chief cover your division, Paul?'
'Yes, sir. Senior Chief Imari is very capable. My relief should also be coming aboard any day now.'
'Fine. Do the JAGs mind us having a command representative present?'
'No, sir. Commander Carr has asked for my presence.' Agee looked intrigued. 'We've worked together before.'
Hayes was apparently examining his fingernails. 'Admiral Silver's son.'
'Oh.' Captain Agee gave Paul another look. 'You're that guy. Okay, if the JAGs want you there, I don't see any reason not to grant their request. Do you give Captain Hayes daily updates during the trial?' Paul nodded. 'Do that for me, too.' Agee paused and frowned. 'Have you been seeing Pullman in the brig on the captain's behalf as well?'
'Uh, no, sir. That is, I've kept Captain Hayes informed, but I've been keeping on eye on him on my own initiative.'
'Why?'
It was funny how the shortest questions could require the longest answers. 'I just want to ensure he's being treated appropriately, sir. I thought someone from the ship ought to keep an eye on him, and let the brig know that we were keeping on eye on him. It seemed the right thing to do.'
'Huh.' Agee gave Paul a searching look. 'You sound like you know somebody who wasn't treated too well in the brig.'
'Yes, sir.' Paul paused but Agee kept watching him as if expecting more. 'My fiancee, sir.' Another pause. 'Lieutenant Jen Shen.'
'Oh.' Agee glanced at Hayes, seeing the other captain nod to confirm Paul's statement. 'Oh. You're that guy, too. Damn, Sinclair, you're high-level radioactive. Do you know that?'
For some reason the statement almost amused Paul. 'So I've been told, sir.'
