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Message: <blockquote data-quote="Axelos" data-source="post: 1082398" data-attributes="member: 4012">Angela ColeShortly after the arrival of the shorter man--perhaps just long enough for the elevator to go down to the lobby and come back up--the door opens again and a young woman in a U.S. Army dress uniform steps out, glancing quickly around the room before she looks more carefully at the faces of the men already in the room.  Her uniform identifies her as a highly decorated Lieutenant.  She is an attractive woman, but not exceedingly so.  Her brown hair is pulled back in a pony tail that barely reaches below her neck, and she has a few freckles on her cheeks and forehead.   "I suppose none of you is Stevens," she says to nobody in particular.  After seeing that this is so, she looks from each man to the next as she says, "Lieutenant Angela Cole.  For now, you can call me Lieutenant or Lieutenant Cole." Then Lt. Cole walks to the table, pours herself a cup of ice water, looks for a moment at the pastries before shaking her head, then walks over to one of the empty chairs and sits down.</blockquote>