of any other crew on board with weapons training. His link chimed.
"Captain, Lieutenant Spano is asking to speak to you."
If it wasn't one thing, it was two things. John spread the reports out over his desk.
"Did he say what. he wanted?"
"He said he had some information, sir."
"Put him on."
He couldn't find the report. He started going through the entire pile again.
"Captain, I've been thinking about what you said, and about some things Lieutenant Ross has said to me."
The voice didn't sound like Spano's. The word Captain had even been spoken with respect. A stay in the brig with the threat of a court-martial did wonders. Or else he was putting on a good act.
"You're right. My negligence has endangered this ship and this mission. I'd like to help, Captain. You asked me for information, and I think I've come up with something."
John got to the bottom of the pile and still hadn't found the report.
"Cut to the chase, Lieutenant. We don't have much time."
"I wondered if you had considered officers who had previously served in the weapons section."
John put the pile of reports down, the information he was looking for missing. His mind began to make connections.
"Was there someone specific you had in mind, Lieutenant?"
There was silence from the other end of the link.
"Commander Corchoran was a weapons officer very early in his career, Captain."
John had a vague recollection of reading that in Corchoran's file, though the service had been so far back in Corchoran's career that John had forgotten it. The information he had requested from Corchoran about crew members with weapons training was missing -information that would have implicated Corchoran.
"Thank you, Lieutenant."
He broke the link and activated