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Upstairs in the lounge, he ate lunch alone, then retreated to his room to finally work through the new orders and notices. All were trivial, but he tediously copied and pasted them into his personal log, even those that didn’t remotely concern him. Several of the notices applied to Roth, and he marked these for copying into her log as well, a task that could only be completed while actually aboard the brig. One notice, about a terrorist attack on the Halsey interlocking station; and another, about the Ajax 2 code being broken, he forwarded to his line officers.
A few of the orders required replies, which took a surprising amount of time. Several new notices from the port admiral’s office came in while he was working, and he addressed these, too, finishing shortly after six bells in the afternoon watch.
More out of boredom than anything else, he caught the shuttle over to the dry dock, to see how Roth was getting along. The dock mates were civil, but Jack was clearly unwelcome, and he left after no more than five minutes.
As he waited at the shuttle stop, he looked up his chief engineer’s phone number, preparatory to phoning him about making use of Roth’s docking to update her fuel rail. He was about to dial the number when it dawned on him that a request, or even a suggestion, from a superior officer, no matter how lightly phrased, was in essence an order. Short of being engaged to a woman, Mister Humphries would have to abandon his plans in favor of Jack’s summons. He put his phone away.
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