"Stand easy, Robinson." The commander paused for a few seconds and continued looking over the papers in front of him. Oliver didn't have to have ESP to know the commander was reviewing his file. "So, you've decided not to ship over, huh? Why?" "Sir, I think I've done my turn. It's time to do something else." "Hhhm, after ten years you're giving it up? This doesn't have anything to do with the incident in Miami, does it?" Oliver swallowed back the bile of revulsion that rose in his throat. He'd been in turmoil ever since he'd walked out on Abby nearly a week ago. "Sir, I won't lie and say no. But Miami isn't the only factor involved." The commander was silent for a few more moments. "Son--I hope you don't mind me calling you son. Even though you're not as young as most of my men, you're still a lot younger than me." "Sir," Oliver acknowledged. He could insist on formality, but he didn't want to give the CO any grief. It was a small thing and he seemed to be a pretty good guy. "You were completely cleared by the review board.
