Here's a taster of my upcoming project:
"Commander Lucas Kazansky." I pull the door closed behind me, and walk up to the desk in front of me.
"Sir." I say to the CO, who doesn't look up from his papers.
"Your flight record exceeds you, Commander. TOPGUN graduate, development pilot for the F35C and SR-72. Distinguished, distinguished, distinguished. Yet you're stuck here with no mention of promotion in sight or a way out. Consider this your lucky day, Kazansky. The admiral of the Pacific Fleet has phoned in. You're headed back to TOPGUN. There's a chopper flying out of here at 20:00. Don't miss it."