JAG:Edge Book 1

Chapter 1

Wanda marches in perfect step towards Admiral Richard Starr's office. Her shoes click lightly against the white tile flooring that lines the halls. It was cheap tilling. The kind that every place lays down when trying to save a buck. Her short blond hair that really wasn't her natural hair color bounces as she walks brushing gently against her ear.

She takes a quick glance through a window of one of the offices that line the halls. Seeing another stressed out JAG officer sitting at their desk trying to figure everything out. Reading a Legal sized piece of paper probably filled with allegations against another military personal.

Her white pants slightly wrapped around her legs move stiffly as she walks. She wears a white shirt that has her pins that she has earned throughout her years of being a Seal then moving to JAG. She holds her hat underneath the crook of her elbow. The bottom half of a Trident tattoo shows from the bottom of her white sleeve that was being pushed up from the way that she was holding her hat.

She salutes the guard that was standing in front of a door to the secretary's office. The guard salutes her back as she walks into the room.

It was a little bigger than the rest of the rooms where other JAG officers had their offices. There was a small wood veneer desk that sat in the corner of the room that faced the door which Wanda had just walked through. On the right side of the room was a set of French doors that lead into Admiral Starr's office. There was the secretary who was typing very fast at her computer. She didn't even notice Wanda had walked. Till Wanda was almost to the secretary's desk.

"Lieutenant Potts. What can I help you with?" She says standing up and adjusting the navy skirt that she was wearing.

"I have a meeting with Admiral." Wanda replies.

"He told me that I should be waiting for you. I believe that you can go in."

"Thank you, Jaz."

Wanda turns away from the secretary that goes back to her furious typing on her keyboard hunched over it like she was almost protecting it from something. Wanda gently knocks on the door. She waits for a response.

"Come in." A male voice replies.

She opens the door and walks in, "Lieutenant Potts reporting for duty, Sir." She stands solid like a brick wall staring at the wall in front of her. Her feet were so close together that you couldn't even stick a piece of paper in between them.

"At ease, soldier." Wanda goes at ease losing her stance so she wasn't so much of a brick wall; only moving her feet so they were shoulder length apart. "Lieutenant, while we have a minute I have a question to ask you but, please have a seat, we are waiting for one more person."

Wanda takes a seat in one the large leather chairs in front of a large wooden desk. She crosses her feet at the ankles and points them to the other side. She places her hat on top of her lap along with her hands. She looks around the familiar room. The wood paneling was different from the white drywall that had lined every other corner of the building. It was slightly darker color than the real oak desk that was right in front of her.

The desk held minimal items. Everything seemed to have its own place. Pens, pencils, a picture that held his wife, Maire, and Wanda holding a degree. Not even the file folders seemed out of place. The only thing that seemed to be out of place was her and the slightly overfilled trash right next to a small table that matched the desk. That held a little coffee bar. A freshly brewed pot of coffee filled Wanda's senses. Above the coffee pot was a flag, framed not a single wrinkle in it.

"What is your question, Admiral?" She asks even though Wanda already knew what kind of question he would be asking her.

She looks at the balding man, with what is left of his hair is gray and short. He wears something similar to what Wanda is wearing but only with a black overcoat, a tie, the metals are different, the only thing in common was the little Navy Seal pin.