I'm trying to read over a report on the wall progress, but I find my mind drifting back to my wife over and over. I can't help but smile over the way she manipulated her outing to the doctor. Her feistiness is one of her best qualities and I can't seem to find it in me to squash it. Especially after days of watching her grow progressively more listless, obsessing over Gunther's death and the fate of the rebellion without her.
Finally, I give up on the report and drop it on my desk. I'll get Stryker to give me a verbal report when he comes in from wall duty. I'm about to pack up and head back to the apartment to meet Taran after her appointment with the doctor when I'm interrupted.
"Commander?" Boss sticks his head in the office. "You're wanted in interrogation."
I frown, straightening
