"As G-2, I did up until quarter of an hour ago. I've been promoted. Meet the Base Mojave Syk Coördinator."
Putting her nose in her drink, she giggled softly. "What is it he wants coördinated, the syk or me?"
"You're on bearing," he laughed. "My name's Grant."
His hand went across the table, opened, and waited.
"Bridget," she said, and her hand fell into his in a handshake which lingered slightly.
At Grant's insistence they jeep-toured the base. To his surprise Bridget took interest in the installations, but asked most of her questions around the atomjet hangars.
"I've never seen one close," she hinted.
Grant flashed his Security card at the guards and they went in. She strolled about the tapering, snub-winged craft, apparently inspecting it closely. Grant's thought was that she felt she had to dramatize understanding something about Air Force rocketry.
After a short silence Bridget asked, "What is the compensating factor for the reactor's being placed off the center of stability?"