the process.”
“But, it’s all just a fabrication…a lie,” Said the chancellor, “There’ll be hell to pay when the Colonial council find out.”
“Which is exactly why we need to keep this quiet,” said Rogers, “Just think of it as a necessary evil. Besides, what good would it do if it were to get out.”
“But it’s my duty, as president of the council,” said Lorrimer, “there has been a serious breach of colonial law.”
The Captain nodded reluctantly.
“Of course, you must do want you think is best…I just hope the public can get over the disappointment of finding out that their hero is-” Rogers paused as she nodded in Baxter’s direction, “a total bloody idiot.”
Lorrimer turned once again, to see that Baxter had risen from his seat and was now blindly, and unsuccessfully, swinging punches at Willis, in the mistaken belief that the young Lieutenant was trying to attack him. As he watched the major flail around the room, he was overcome by a sense of crushing disappointment. He had lost his hero, and it was not a feeling that he particularly, wanted to share.
“I understand,” he said, finally, “you don’t have to worry about me, Captain…I won’t breathe a word about it.”
“That’s the spirit, Chancellor” said Rogers, a smile returning to her face.
The noise from outside was becoming noticeably louder, as the massive crowd gathered there, started to become impatient. Lorrimer could hear the chant of, ‘We want Flack, we want Flack’, began to resonate with ever increasing volume.”
“It sounds to me, Chancellor, as if the crowds are eager to see the returning hero” said Rogers, as she stood up and started to straighten her uniform, “now, if we can just find some way of getting that bowl off his head...”
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