by Clyde Key
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Ed Halloran had just been released from the hospital, but not from his doctor’s care, when the president called about the reorganization.
“Does this mean I’m relieved of my command?” wondered Ed.
“No, not at all. I consider you to be irreplaceable in your position, but the army and AABC will both report to me through Everett Lane. I have heard the reports from your doctor, though, and I want you to take a few more days off for your own good. Lane will take direct command while you’re off. I will get your complete cooperation, I expect.”
“Well, I suppose, Ms. President. It’s your decision so of course I’ll cooperate.”
“That’s great. Now while you’re recovering, why don’t you come on up to Washington for a visit?”
“Is that an order? If it’s not, I’d rather stay around here.”
“No. You don’t have to come.” The president’s face faded from the wallscreen almost before she had finished speaking. Ed saw her expression change just before she was gone and he wasn’t quite sure whether she looked more tired or annoyed.