“What was I thinking? I could have edited the public version, and sent back the whole thing for General Risling, encoded. She’s probably already transferred my stuff to the cave.”“Maybe Risling hasn’t sent it out to her yet,” Peters offered. “She doesn’t have a live feed on Casserine unless she gets the signal from Genoa.”“Tea,” Jake said enthusiastically. “I’ll bet he didn’t. I’ll get hold of him after the meeting, and make sure none of it gets to Casserine.”“In all of your old video and literature perusing Jake, did you ever run across the term ‘pussy whipped’?” Corey asked derisively.“Okay, I may overreact a little where Adrian’s concerned,” Jake admitted, “but living by ourselves on Casserine means I have no place to go when she gets mad at me.” He hesitated for a moment, and then shrugged his shoulders in resignation. “I’m whipped. There’s no use in denial.”Both Peters and Corey burst into laughter at this admission as they walked through the hatch and into the wardroom.
