“What kind of charges would be appropriate for an officer who’s created an oppressive environment among his subordinates such that they suffer mental breakdown, an oppressive environment that disrupts the free flow of communication among unit members, and, worst of all, an environment that jeopardizes the very survival of the unit during the execution of its mission?”
“Well, let’s see now. That’s pretty heavy, Dave.” Thomas tapped his pen on the desk while he looked at the ceiling. “Conduct Unbecoming comes to mind. I’m sure I could find a few more — that is, if you have proof. If you have hard evidence, you see. These days, it’s so hard to prosecute an officer unless you have real hard evidence.”
“I’ve got that,” Edwards thumbed the notebook in his hands.
“Well, all right. Then why don’t you tell me who this asshole is and we’ll prosecute the hell out of him!” Thomas said, half-joking.
Edwards did not smile as he said calmly, “He’s the Chief of Staff for the Commander of Submarines Atlantic Fleet.”
Thomas’ jaw immediately hit the floor and his whole career flashed before his eyes at the thought of what he’d just gotten himself into. A chief of staff had lots of friends in high places. This wouldn’t be easy.
Before Thomas could think of a reason to back out, Edwards added, “His name is Captain Carl J. Christopher.”