“You wanted to see me, Lieutenant General Espinoza?”
“Yes, Captain Botterill. Please come in and close the door.”
Captain Abigail Botterill entered General Espinoza’s office.
She was a slender, willowy, red-haired woman of medium height appearing to be in
her late twenties. She had a flawless alabaster complexion and exquisite violet
eyes. Despite her delicate appearance, Captain Botterill commanded respect. She
exuded a definite “fuck around and find out” energy.
Lieutenant General Beowulf Espinoza locked the door behind
Captain Botterill. Looking like a leading man from a 1940s action movie, he ran
his hand over his wavy, dark-brown hair, his black coffee eyes twinkling merrily.