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the only marine

0700

Fort Meade, Annapolis, MD

I came in early. Couldn't check my government email at home, needed access to my work computer before I actually had to do the things I get paid to do. That being primarily just sitting through and assisting court martials. Being a JAG lawyer for the Marine Corps is not the most glamorous of jobs, especially when you're stationed at a base not even 20 miles from the literal Naval Academy, one of the most important institutions in the military, a place you could very well be working, but alas, you're sat in a cubicle, in a windowless office, waiting until someone needs legal assistance.

Maybe OCS wasn't the move straight out of law school.

While staring at my monitor, I notice a figure approaching me out of the corner of my eye.

"You're in early." My coworker, Lt. Copeland says, coffee in hand.

"Just working on something."

"Still on those satellite grabs, or-"

"No, I sent those to cyber yesterday."

"...so then what are you doing right now?"

I look back down at my monitor, displaying my government email, which I have been reloading for the past 15 minutes, waiting for an email back from the cyber defense force on base.

"Uh- Just a case involving some enlisted kids. Got into a scuffle. Nothing too interesting."

Copeland nods. He turns behind him for just a moment, noticing the rising commotion coming from the hall as more people arrive for the day. He turns back to meet my eyes.

"Well that sounds enthralling ." He says, sarcastically. "I'll leave you to it. Be sure to talk to Mike about the consultation job in Florida, word on the street is someone here is getting orders down there."

Florida. We're all working for a job in Florida . As I said, not the most glamorous job.

"Will do, thanks Lieutenant."

Copeland waves as he walks away. I turned back to my screen, reloading and reloading, waiting for anything. My god, I'm on to something. They can't just not respond. I keep reloading. Nothing.

This couldn't have been a bust.

Two days ago, my department had received satellite imagery for general review, and while that kind of work doesn't usually land on my desk, I had just been looking over NATO militarization laws regarding a construction job on the Academy, and one of the 1stLts in the department had given me a couple of the satellite caps to look over. There had seemed to be SAMS and excessive militarization in a region that seemingly had nothing to protect. I sent it to cyber, hoping they could shed some light on it, and, as of right now, no word.

Okay, so maybe I'm grasping at straws. But it was weird. At the least, a country is in minor violation of NATO militarization standards, or there's something massive here. If I'm right about this, I could potentially get orders overseas for actual combat consultation. My tour here's almost up anyway, my orders should be coming any week now. I can't be stuck in a cubicle, being the only Marine, surrounded by shithead Navy grads at their first post for the rest of my career.

So I keep reloading.

"Captain l/n," a voice commands behind my head. A voice I know too well. Admiral Hoskins. Base head.

Shit.

I immediately stand up and at attention. Damn it, It isn't even eight o'clock yet, how could I already be in trouble?