The Beginning Of The End - Part 3

[DJMcKinny 0]

Robby hadn't been joking. And there hadn't been a misunderstanding or a miscommunication either. The orders had finally arrived and been confirmed as legitimate. DJ was now in receipt of the official notice from Starfleet Personnel, Medical Division, ordering her to report to her new assignment at Eglin in the Florida Panhandle in ten days.

 

"Ten days," mumbled DJ as she sat in her quarters, the lights dimmed, trying to wrap her brain around all that was going on. She glanced around and shook her head slightly. "It will take ten days just to pack."

 

And that's what she was going to do.....pack up and return to Earth....to a new assignment....a new challenge. She'd decided not to appeal the orders even before they'd arrived. Postings like this came around once in a blue moon. As she told Nick Lepage the day before, she'd be crazy to pass it up. Although, the time table had taken her by surprise. She had expected three or four weeks to get there.

 

She looked down as Gilbert started licking her knee again. It was well past his walk time. DJ smiled at her canine friend as she stood. "Guess we'd better get you out of here before I have something else to clean up." Grabbing the leash off the end table, she headed toward the door where Gilbert was already waiting. As she opened the door and followed him out into the corridor, DJ turned her thoughts to her next move. In the morning, she would make the official announcement to her staff. Command already knew but she would meet with the Captain and Commander Hawke as protocol required.

 

And then....then, she would recruit as many people as she could to help her pack.