The door to the elevator opened and Charles stepped aside, politely gesturing for his two companions to enter first. Lynette and Lina walked inside, with the redhead unable to take her eyes off the stunning brunette. He followed them in and tapped the button to take the trio up to the senior officers' suites, the doors closing behind him and giving them some privacy at long last.
Unable to keep silent any longer, Lina blurted out, "How on Terra do you look-"
Lynette held up a hand to interrupt her and smiled at the fascinated admiral. "We can discuss everything in my quarters, Lina. It's the only place I consider to be completely secure on Olympus."
Lina's full lips pursed in frustration, but she reluctantly nodded.
They ascended through the decks until they reached their level and when the doors opened, they found a medical team with a hover-gurney waiting outside the elevator. The three admirals quickly exited to make way for the medics, who pushed the floating stretcher inside, hurrying to evacuate their patient. As they passed, Lynette glanced down and recognised the badly wounded soldier as one of the guards from Fiske's team.
"He's going to make it... thanks to you, Lioness."
Lynette turned to see Colonel Fiske waiting for her in the corridor, his hands clasped behind his back. "It was you that pulled him to safety, Colonel. Did any of the rest of your team survive?"
He answered with a quick shake of his head, his expression turning grim. "I would say that it was a miracle that any of us made it after that grenade went off, but we both know that's not true."
Looking past him down the corridor, Lynette saw more medical personnel sealing up the remains of the security team in body bags. As her gaze swept over the corpses, she glanced at the spot where she'd left her Fleet Admiral's uniform, a worried frown appearing on her face when she noticed that it was missing.
Fiske unclasped his hands, revealing that he was holding the folded grey jacket behind him. "I believe Fleet Admiral Devereux is waiting in her quarters... please could you return this to her?"
"I will," Lynette said with a relieved smile. "I'm sure she'll be very grateful to get this back."
Turning to Charles, Fiske said, "We've neutralised all the active ISD strike teams, Admiral Harris. As an extra precaution, the special forces teams under Commander MacCallum are continuing close protection duty for the admirals aboard Olympus. As soon as I know the full extent of the casualties and the damage inflicted on the shipyard, I'll send a report to the Fleet Admiral and make sure you receive a copy."
"Excellent, thank you," Charles said, startled by the exchange.
Fiske saluted the trio respectfully. "I'm very glad you both survived unscathed, Admiral Harris, Admiral Van Den Broeck," he said, addressing his comment to Charles and Lina. His eyes flicked to Lynette. "You too, Ma'am."
"Likewise, Colonel," Lynette said, acknowledging him with a nod.
He departed to call another elevator, leaving the three senior officers in the corridor.
Lynette led the others to her quarters, and checked to make sure the medics outside were preoccupied before activating the DNA reader. The door opened and the trio walked inside, stepping over the blood from the wounded guardsman that had pooled in the lobby.
Lina watched the door close behind them, then turned to look at Lynette with a gleam in her eyes. "So, Fleet Admiral... I'm intrigued to hear your story."
"I'll explain, just give me a moment," Lynette said with a smile, unfastening her belt and removing the power supply for the holo-device from her pocket.
She slipped the white disc into her jacket, placed the garment on the side-table and reached for the golden epaulets. Unclipping the containers hidden there, she examined them for a moment, then realised that each tiny tray had been split into three separate compartments. There was a switch on top, so she slid it over to the middle setting and reinserted the devices into her epaulets.
Charles watched her work, wondering what she was doing. "We were incredibly lucky that Fiske didn't search your quarters for Fleet Admiral Devereux. How did you dissuade him from looking?"
"He knows, Charles," Lynette replied, slipping on her jacket and reactivating her disguise. It took a few seconds for the micro holo-projectors to float into place, then she was transformed into her middle-aged alter ego.
"Incredible..." Lina murmured, staring at her in fascination.
"When the ISD team attacked, they shot me with a grenade launcher," Lynette explained, glancing at Charles and seeing him grimace. "I wasn't hurt, but the blast knocked out my disguise."
He looked thoughtful, then said, "It seems I misjudged the good Colonel."
"Me too," Lynette freely admitted, before turning off her holographic projection and removing her jacket. "Come on, let's go get a drink. I'm sure Lina is dying to ask me lots of questions."
"Oh, I have one or two," the redhead said airily, strutting into the lounge after her.
Charles mixed a couple of vodka-based drinks and brought them to the women, who sat opposite each other on a sofa.
Lynette kicked off her boots, then tucked her legs underneath her as she accepted the glass. "Thank you, darling."
The redhead took her glass with a strained smile, but she had trouble holding it, her hand shaking violently.
"Lina!" Lynette said in alarm, deftly removing the glass from her quaking fingers and putting it on the coffee table. "Are you alright?"
"They were shooting at us!" the shocked woman blurted out, her green eyes widening. "We nearly died!"
"Easy there, Lina, it's just the adrenaline wearing off," Charles said, sitting beside her on the sofa and putting his arm around her shoulders.
"Just breathe nice and slowly," Lynette said, stroking the other woman's arm to soothe her. "You're safe now."
Lina leaned against Charles, her body trembling as she focused on controlling her breathing. "I've never been so scared... I thought we were dead for sure."
"You had quite the baptism of fire today," he said, gently rubbing her back. "The closest I've been to combat like that was repelling a boarding action... but I had scores of friendly troops between me and the worst of the fighting. I think from now on, we'd best leave the gunfights to the marines."
She laughed and nodded. "That sounds like a sensible plan to me."