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"Yes, ma'am." Mitchell snapped off a perfect salute, at least from the neck up. "Smile when you say that, at least to me." Bergstrom grinned and flicked off a return salute. "You're the one in the Government." "I left the Military behind when I took this job, and the salutes with it." The former Imperial Marine Brigadier General laughed. She was relatively new as the Head of Imperial Intelligence, less than a year in the job, but extremely well regarded. Thirty years in Military Intelligence, the final six as the head, left her with as much experience as a Senior IIA Directorate Chief and therefore the perfect person to clean up the IIA from the scandals that had rocked it two years ago. The previous director, Viggo Frost and his three Directorate Chiefs had been caught exceeding the mandates and the Joint Committee on Intelligence had raised enough of a ruckus that the Kennedy was forced to accept their resignations. Congress, while mostly impotent in the modern scheme of things, could still summon up the occasional political firestorm. And the press rode this particular wagon and forced the Kennedy's hand. |
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