Reverie 》Bob Floyd

Chapter 3

Bob was on a mission. (No, not the one he was recalled for.) Arguably, one even more important. 

He couldn't tell the Navy that though. 

Bob made sure to arrive on base early that morning. With no one yet there for his actual mission, he was able to make it to Cyclone's office. He knocked, hoping the Admiral was in and available. 

"Enter," was called out. 

Bob entered the room, as Cyclone looked up from his paperwork. He raised an eyebrow. "Yes, Lieutenant?" 

"Sir, I have a request, well a question, for you." Cyclone gestured to the chair in front of his desk. 

Bob sat down before continuing. "Sir, my wife is a freelance photographer and she was wondering if she could possibly come on base to take some photos. She has no problem working with the Navy to use any and all photos as promotional material and would sign any non-disclosure contracts required." 

He stopped for a breath, but before he could continue Cyclone held up his hand. "What kind of photos are we talking? And what kind of access?" 

Bob nodded. "Just some of the planes, maybe some of the less classified personnel. She doesn't want to step on any toes or cause any trouble. I told her I would talk to you but nothing was a guarantee." 

Cyclone took in everything Bob just said. "I would be willing to meet with her to discuss this further. It could be a good opportunity for some new promotion, as you said." Bob nodded his head. "Is she available anytime this afternoon? I won't have another moment free until after this mission is over." 

"Yes sir, she is. What time should I tell her? Oh, she also has a service dog, a diabetic alert dog. Is that an issue? Nala can stay at our condo if she needs to." Bob clarified for his C.O. 

As far as Cyclone knew, there were no strict rules against medical service dogs on base. "I am available at 4pm. And her dog can come as well. I will need descriptions or a photo of them for verification at the gate however. And make sure to tell your wife that your dog must be wearing their service vest." 

Bob got out his phone to find a picture he could give his commanding officer. He sent the photo to the printer. "I'll let her know. Thank you sir." 

Cyclone acknowledged him before dismissing him. "I believe you have a class to get to, Lieutenant." 

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Malina had been prepping since the text came in. She had some of her work ready to present, as well as a few clients she's done work for before. Including other areas of the Navy and Armed Services. 

She had all of her own credentials ready, as well as any certificates she had for Nala. 

She pulled up to base about 15 minutes before her meeting. Rolling down her window, she grabs her ID. "I'm here for a meeting with Admiral Simpson." 

The guards check out her driver's license and match it to the photo Bob gave this morning. "Go straight, take the second left and keep going until you see a ship statue. That's the entrance you want. Show the front desk this slip," he hands her said slip. "And they will direct you from there. Just a reminder, your dog must keep their vest on at all times and they must remain leashed while on base." 

Malina took the slip and her license back. "Got it. Thank you for the help. Have a good day." 

And from there Malina was on her way to the meeting that could give her a nice job. 

She followed the guards directions and found her way where she needed to go. Showing the slip she was given to the front desk and next thing she knew, Malina was in front of the Admiral's office.