“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.