Major Mace Magner, he tried to erase
them before he entered the elevator. Ganesh had made up his mind that if Mace did not know how much he
disliked him, he might have some influence over his pretentious new
colleague.
Even though
Ganesh outranked Mace Magner, there were two other Colonels working closely
with the project who looked at Mace as their golden boy. His solid drive and ruthless dedication
were seen as the key ingredients necessary to advance the military to the next
level of robotic weapons technology. It was clear why he was chosen for this
assignment, but Ganesh’s views on this new technology were not in line with
those of the others involved. He
could only assume he was there because someone at the top of the government
wanted him to balance the direction of the new technology. He had not been on the project long
enough to single out the team members he could truly trust, so thus far his
thoughts about the work going on here had been shared with Camden Riles alone;
and even that meeting had not gone as well as he would have liked. He felt alone.
There was a
harsh “ding” announcing the arrival of the elevator that would take Ganesh down
to basement levels four through nine. These Maximum Security access levels housed the Robotics, Scientific
Research, and Weaponry Units of the military along with comfortable offices for
the higher-ranking officials. Ganesh stepped into the elevator and said “Level Four”. The voice activation system quickly
processed his request and the doors began to shut. Ganesh faced the closing doors, standing with his feet
shoulder width apart and his right arm crossed over his left wrist in front of
his large body. When he reached
his floor, he held his chin high and stepped out and looked left and
right.
Good , he thought. No Mace. Maybe I can make
it to the coffee lounge and back to my office before I see him…that little,
puffed up, son of a ...
“Good
morning, sir,” said a young scientist who was almost as tall as Ganesh and a
little flushed in the face.
He must have
jogged down the stairs to catch up to him. Ganesh’s mind shifted away from Mace and looked at this
young man. He wore a wide smile
and seemed to be a little star struck. Ganesh had seen this blatant admiration from young people before. A few times during his time as a new
recruit’s trainer and often when he was in public with Camden. He was always fascinated with the way
fresh young minds flocked to Camden like he was a superstar. He felt this fascination again as this
eager young man now looked at him with those same wide hopeful eyes.
“Good
morning, er …”
“Bearden,
sir. Um, I mean, Sergeant Bearden Leitner, Botany specialist for the science
team.”
“Well, good
morning Sergeant Leitner,” Ganesh crisply replied. “What is so urgent that can’t wait until a man has had his
first cup of coffee?”
“Huh? Oh,
sorry, sir. I um, was on my way for coffee, too,” Bearden lied.
“I see,”
Ganesh said, smiling unwittingly. “Well, on to the lounge then.” He motioned with his hand down the hall
toward the officer’s lounge.
“Thank you,
sir, I mean, yes, coffee.”
Bearden
stood as straight as he could when he walked beside Ganesh nervously glancing
over now and then.
“You know,
Colonel, you were the reason I joined the military.”
Ganesh
stopped and looked at him.
“Is that
so?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. I
was on my way to being a non-governmental scientist, but I read a book in
school about the War for Peace, and you were in it. The lives that you saved, how nothing scared you or
distracted you from your mission; it was inspiring. Of course as soon as I finished recruitment training, I was
pulled out for the special ops science unit, but I only signed up for four
years. I’m not even supposed to be
on this project, but,” he laughed confidently, “when you got it, you got
it.”