"Yes, sir!" The young soldier escapes with alacrity and heads straight for the mess as Phillips turns his irritated attention to Carter.
"I can't touch Stark, he's rich, and he's the army's number one weapons contractor. You, however, are neither one!"
He doesn't even try to keep the frustration from showing. Carter's better than this, or so he'd believed. It's all falling to pieces around him. As soon as Brandt gets this letter, all hell's going to break loose, and the SSR is going to take it in the neck, not to mention what it's going to do to morale and the war effort as a whole.
And there's not a goddamn thing Phillips can think of to stop it from happening.
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"Yes, sir!" The young soldier escapes with alacrity and heads straight for the mess as Phillips turns his irritated attention to Carter.
"I can't touch Stark, he's rich, and he's the army's number one weapons contractor. You, however, are neither one!"
He doesn't even try to keep the frustration from showing. Carter's better than this, or so he'd believed. It's all falling to pieces around him. As soon as Brandt gets this letter, all hell's going to break loose, and the SSR is going to take it in the neck, not to mention what it's going to do to morale and the war effort as a whole.
And there's not a goddamn thing Phillips can think of to stop it from happening.