Marco Domici: A Glowing Report

"You know I can't have that on duty." Cpl Jones said, as she looked at the bottle of burgundy Marco had just put on her desk.

"You're right. Of course. How silly of me." Marco watched Cheryl's eyes follow the bottle as he slid it to the other side of the desk. "What should we do?"

"You...you could put it in my room. Right?" She licked her lips.

"Me? Wouldn't Grishom get jealous if I went to your room unaided?"

"I...what do you want?" She finally looked at him directly.

"There's this glowing report of an OCS candidate that should go out. He's a very important person."

"Quincy? You hated him. Everyone did. Especially after he ran over Grishom and broke his leg."

"Tsk tsk, Corporal. You shouldn't speak ill of your superiors! Especially when they are destined for such greatness." Marco's grin was almost feral as he held up the microchip. "Especially since the records clerk at the training facility has a MCUF from the hostile drop he was on."

Corporal Jones' eyes went wide. "You gotta be kidding me! Really?"

"Go put that bottle away, maybe you and Grishom can celebrate tonight. Give me about eight mikes on the comsat."

"Nothing else, right?" She looked around at the empty office.

"This will make my week, trust me."