"Commander Cole, come with me please." "What for?" asked Cole. "The trial doesn't start for two more days?" "I just know I've been ordered to bring you to the conference room." Cole got up and walked to the door. "Lead the way," he said. "I'm sorry, sir, but I'm not permitted to turn my back on a prisoner. You'll have to go first." "Whatever you say." "I do have something to say, sir." Cole stopped and turned to him. "What is it?" "I'm aware of your record, sir, and I know what happened aboard the Theodore Roosevelt. I swore an oath to carry out my orders, but I want you to know that I'm ashamed to be carrying out this one. We should be making you an admiral, not trying you for mutiny." "I thank you for the sentiment, Sergeant . . . ?" said Cole. "Sergeant Luthor Chadwick, sir. I just wanted to tell you that." "I appreciate it." Cole began walking. When he came to a fork in the corridor he stopped. "I've only been to the conference room once, Sergeant.
