Case Study: Karma

At this point, I think CID needs to be called in to conduct an investigation. Reports of CPT James harassing his wife, the affair, the gov't computer in the home, the pictures, and the instability of CPT James are enough to make this a little too big for an internal investigation.

You're right, that's probably what CPT Faith should have done. But:

“Chief, thank you for your work on this, I’m going to take this to the DCO and see if we can get this mess sorted out,” Faith stated.

“Sir, there’s more,” Reynolds commented, “Show him, Chief.”

Rollins spun the laptop back towards her, and tapped a few more keys. “Sir, Mrs. James said that her husband was cheating with a… I think she said “twiggy blonde?” SGT Small’s wife doesn’t exactly fit that description. But this woman kind of does,” she added, turning the screen back towards Faith. The screen now showed a dark, grainy video of two people in a bedroom, under the covers. It looked like “hidden camera” footage. It was hard to tell exactly what was happening, but it didn’t take a lot of imagination.

“What is this?” Faith asked. “Where is this? Who are these people?”

“Well, sir, this is CPT James’ bedroom,” Chief Rollins began.

“How do you know what Al James’ bedroom looks like, Chief?” asked Faith, curiously. Then, answering his own question, he added “Ah, right, from when you went to pick up the laptop from Mrs. James.
“Right,” said Chief Rollins, perhaps a bit too quickly. Faith let it go.

“So who are these people? I can hardly make out anything in this crappy video.”

“I think that one,” she said, pointing at the man, “Is Captain James.”

“OK that makes sense. Then who’s the woman? I’m guessing it’s not his wife.”

“Sir,” Rollins sighed, “I think it’s Lieutenant Delano.”

“What?” Faith exclaimed. “How can you possibly tell that?” he asked, gesturing towards the computer screen.

“It’s the voices mostly,” replied Rollins.

Faith squinted at the figures moving in the video. If he looked hard enough, they did kind of look like Delano and James. “When was this video made?” he asked.

“We can’t tell for sure, but the date on the file is three months old. So that is when

“OK,” he said with resignation, “I’ll take it from here.”
 
I get the feeling Chief Rollins may have been involved as well and is about to throw the LT under the bus in an attempt to shift focus away from herself.
 
I get the feeling Chief Rollins may have been involved as well and is about to throw the LT under the bus in an attempt to shift focus away from herself.

Hmmm... I wonder... ;)

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Faith should have spent the next couple of hours down in the basement with the S2, helping prep for the big annual inspection, but instead he spent it compiling a summary of the facts in this situation. When he was satisfied, he called up the DCO and asked for an office call.

“Hey, Scott,” the DCO said. “Yeah, I’m glad to talk to you, but can it be tomorrow morning? I’ve got to leave for a meeting across post and I probably won’t be back until pretty late.”

“Roger sir,” Faith responded, “this will keep.”

A short time later, Faith’s cell phone rang. It was SSG Clark from the GSC supply room.

“Hey sir, I tracked down the info on that laptop like you wanted,” Clark said cheerfully. “It was on the books as having been acquired by an ODA through their OPFUND, and was written off as a loss due to enemy action in Iraq about two… two and a half years ago.”

“Thanks Sergeant Clark,” Faith said, “Do you know which ODA it was?” There was a brief pause.

“Looks like 237,” Clark answered.

“Thank you,” Faith said, wondering to himself what the chances were that ODA 237 was commanded by CPT Al James two and half years ago.

Faith was wrapping up his work and getting ready to head home when there was a knock at the door.

“Hey sir,” said Chief Rollins in weak voice. “Can we talk?” She shut the door and was dragging a chair towards Faith’s desk before he could respond.

“I had a thing with Al James,” she said abruptly. “It was years ago, before he was married,” she added hastily. Back when he was a team leader on an ODA and I was a W1 in Division. It lasted a couple of months, we broke it off when he left for Pakistan. When he came back to the unit, he was married. I don’t do married.”

She paused. Faith made a “Well, continue…” gesture.

“That’s how I know what his bedroom looks like, because I’ve been in it. And not when I went to get that laptop from his wife. He bought that house when he was first in Group, and then rented it out for the years he was in Pakistan and in grad school. Even the furniture is still the same.”

Faith considered what she had told him. “Well, I didn’t know any of those details, but I figured it was something like that when you mentioned earlier that you knew what his bedroom looks like. But if you broke it off with him like you said, then I don’t see a problem. Both of you were single, you were both officers, and you weren’t in his chain of command.”

Rollins looked enormously relieved. “Well, it’s awkward,” she said, “I mean, I know there is going to be an investigation, and I know this will probably come out, so I wanted you to hear it from me, first.”
“I appreciate that, Chief.”

“Also, I’m worried. It is definitely Delano in that video, and she didn’t know she was being recorded. So… I mean, what if James recorded the two of us… you know, in bed… as well?” she said worriedly.

“If he has anything with you in it, we’ll make sure to get it all destroyed,” Faith assured her. “But you’re certain that it’s Delano? And how do you know this is a surreptitious recording, and not something they were both into?”

“I talked to Delano,” Rollins confessed. Noting Faith’s look of disapproval she added, “Just in general terms, nothing specific. She doesn’t know about the laptop or anything. Delano has a very identifiable tattoo on her hip. So does the woman in the video. The voices are the same. And she told me she and James had a relationship for a while.”

“It started before she came to Group. In fact, Al James is the reason that she got into Group, and probably the reason she’s taking over the MID.”

“Wait, I thought the S2 was behind all that?” Faith stated.

“No sir,” Rollins countered, “He just did what James told him to do.”

Faith sighed, “Just when I was starting to like her…”

“Delano is good people, sir,” Rollins said, “She says she didn’t know he was married. He never mentioned it, and the times she was over at his place, there was no trace of a wife, no clothes, no photos, nothing. She also said that she’s not into videotaping herself when she’s with a guy.”

Faith looked at Rollins incredulously, “How is it that you were able to find all of this out without tipping her off about the laptop and the video of her and James?”

Rollins gave Faith a look, “Sir, I am a highly skilled CI tech in the US Army, this is what I do! Besides, girl talk in the showers after PT goes a long way sometimes.”

An image popped into Faith’s head, and he quickly shoved it out.

“OK look, this is good information and I appreciate it. This thing between you and James, really isn’t relevant. In short, I don’t care. The past is the past, and as far as I can tell you didn’t do anything wrong in the first place. Stop talking to Delano about James, it’s possible she’s not telling the truth, and she’s going to resent you enormously if she finds out you were eliciting information from her when you knew she was under suspicion of adultery. I have an appointment with the DCO tomorrow and we’ll try to get this all sorted out.”

Rollins looked enormously relieved. “I thought you would be mad at me.”

“Not for something like this,” Faith assured her.

“But look sir, you know that Al James and the DCO are close, right?”

“Yes,” Faith replied.

“I mean, like ‘father/son’ close, like ‘saved my life in Afghanistan’ close,” Rollins pressed.

“Right,” Faith acknowledged.

“I mean, like ‘come home with me and meet my daughter’ close,” she persisted.

“Hey, Chief, I got it,” Faith laughed. “Listen, I’ve got a good relationship with the DCO too, and I’m not asking him to choose between Al James and me. I’ll give him all the information, and I’m confident he’ll do the right thing.
Rollins looked unconvinced as she got up to leave.

“Let me ask you one more thing,” said Faith. “Why Al James? That guy is a complete tool.”

Rollins sighed. “Well, he certainly is now, but he wasn’t always this way. When I first met him he was everything a woman would want: smart, successful, had some money, was a bit of a bad boy, living on the edge. I was pretty young back then, and the idea of having a boyfriend in Special Forces appealed to me.”

“And as for Al James specifically, I mean, what’s not to like?” she continued, “He’s good-looking, and he can be quite charming when he wants to be. Plus he has an absolutely killer body.”

Faith smiled, “I think we’re about to move into the ‘too much information’ category, Chief.”


“Roger sir.” And with that, she turned and left the room.
 
Props to Chief Rollins for giving Faith the heads up about the prior relationship. That way he isn't blindsided by it in case it comes up and he has a better chance of getting it dismissed, because it really isn't relevant.

Good info on how to prove it is Delano.

Why do I think the DCO is going to give James a verbal peepee slap, destroy the laptop (no one needs it... it is listed as a field loss, so it will end up a field loss), eventually have a talk with Delano and buy her silence with keeping her in her position for a year (after all, she seems to have made a decent impression so far), and dismiss the entire thing?

Since Faith is a professional, he will have washed his hands with it (any further issues will be on the hands of the DCO depending on how he handles the situation) and jumped back on the inspection, completing it with no issues, much to the appreciation of the new Group Commander.
 
Props to Chief Rollins for giving Faith the heads up about the prior relationship. That way he isn't blindsided by it in case it comes up and he has a better chance of getting it dismissed, because it really isn't relevant.

Good info on how to prove it is Delano.

Why do I think the DCO is going to give James a verbal peepee slap, destroy the laptop (no one needs it... it is listed as a field loss, so it will end up a field loss), eventually have a talk with Delano and buy her silence with keeping her in her position for a year (after all, she seems to have made a decent impression so far), and dismiss the entire thing?

Since Faith is a professional, he will have washed his hands with it (any further issues will be on the hands of the DCO depending on how he handles the situation) and jumped back on the inspection, completing it with no issues, much to the appreciation of the new Group Commander.

The meeting with the DCO the next morning did not go as well as Faith thought it would. The DCO seemed unconvinced that it was a “slam dunk” in the same way that Faith did. Far from taking an objective view of evidence, it almost seemed as if the DCO were defending CPT James.

“Look, Scott,” the DCO said after Faith finished laying out the evidence, “I’m sure that there is a good explanation for all of this. There are all kinds of reasons those pictures could be on that computer, and that video is way too grainy to make anything out.”

“Sir, it’s not just that. Al has been acting weird- VERY weird- almost the whole time I’ve known him. He’s erratic, he’s unreliable, and he has slept with at least one of his subordinates and maybe the wife of another, while he was himself married. He stole a government-issue laptop, he disappears for days at a time, and he has anger-management issues,” Faith said emphatically. “Sir, he’s got to go.”

The DCO sat back in his chair and considered Faith’s points. With his left hand, he began subconsciously rubbing the stub of his right index finger. Faith had noticed over time that the DOC did this whenever he was anxious, pissed off, or simply thinking deeply. Faith couldn’t tell which of three it was this time.

“OK look,” the DCO said, looking directly at Faith, “Something needs to be done here. Give me tonight to think it over, and come back to see me tomorrow after lunch.”

“Roger sir.”
 
“OK look,” the DCO said, looking directly at Faith, “Something needs to be done here. Give me tonight to think it over, and come back to see me tomorrow after lunch.”

Oh snap! Faith better sleep with one eye open! He's going to have a visitor tonight...

Oh dang... too many movies lately. Never mind. :D
 
It was still too early to go home, but Faith didn’t feel like going back to the office, either. But the HQD office was on the way, so he stopped in to see how LT Castelli was getting on.

“Hi sir!” said Castelli as Faith walked in, genuinely pleased to see him. “What can I do for you?”

“I just came by to chat, if you have a minute,” Faith responded. Castelli hesitated, and Faith noticed him glance briefly at the pile of paperwork on his desk. “You know what, I can see you’re busy, I can come by another time.”

“What? Me busy? I’m never to busy for you, sir. Want a Diet Coke?”

Faith shut the door and sat down on the couch in Castelli’s office as Castelli opened the refrigerator door and pulled out two Diet Cokes.

“So, how are things up at Group?” Castelli asked, in order to start the conversation.

“Charles, I’m telling you, there is twice as much drama in this Group than there ever was in the 2nd MI battalion back in Korea.”

Castelli’s eyes grew wide in mock disbelief. “I don’t believe that for a minute, sir,” he replied, “There was more drama in 2nd MI than there was in the first four seasons of ‘The Real World.’”

Faith laughed. “No, really, I think it’s worse here. In Korea, only “almost” everyone was sleeping with everyone else, but here “everyone” is sleeping with everyone else.”

“This thing with Smalls?” Castelli inquired.

“Not just that. We have all kinds of officers doing all kinds of shady, silly, and/or stupid shit too.”

Castelli looked at Faith evenly. “Are you talking about CPT James?”

Faith trusted Castelli completely and wanted to tell him his suspicions, but hesitated. James was officially Castelli’s company commander, and if James found out that Faith and Castelli were talking about him behind his back, he might consider Castelli disloyal.

“Let me tell you why I asked,” said Castelli, sensing Faith’s hesitation. “It happened yesterday at the rifle range…”

Castelli went on to explain how at the rifle range yesterday, CPT James was involved in a very peculiar incident with one of the Soldiers in the HQD, Specialist Jones. The mission was to train under NBC (nuclear, biological, chemical) conditions, so all of the Soldiers had brought their gas masks with them. When it came time to leave, CPT James got into an argument with one of the young specialists over a gas mask. James insisted it was his, even though afterwards witnesses said they didn’t remember seeing James with a mask. Then Jones pointed out the strip of green duct tape with “JONES” written on it that was affixed to the gas mask’s cover,

“James lost it, sir, he accused Jones of lying, and when I tried to get involved, he said we were all in it together. He was insistent that the gas mask was his, and it almost got violent.”

“What did you do?” asked Faith.

“What could I do? I told Jones to let him have it, and we’d sort it out later. We have a half-dozen or so masks that aren’t on the books in our arms room, I figured I could give Jones one of those if I can’t get it back from Captain James.”

Faith put his head against the palms of his hands and leaned forward in his chair. Looking up at Castelli, he said, “This doesn’t surprise me one bit. Let me tell you what else has been going on,” and with that, Faith laid it all out for Castelli.

Castelli listened intently, nodding at appropriate times and asking follow-up questions when there was something that he didn’t understand, but mostly let Faith vent, which is what he really needed. When he was done talking, Faith leaned back in the couch with a chuckle.

“What’s so funny, sir?” Castelli inquired.

“I was just thinking how this is total role reversal, me coming to you with my problems and asking you for advice. It made me think of all those times in Korea when you’d come into my office, sit on that big couch, and we’d talk about what was going on in YOUR life.”

Castelli smiled. “Yes, I was kind of thinking that too. I remember petting that big, fat cat that was always hanging out in there. I’ve grown a bit since then, it makes me feel good that now I can help you out a little with stuff like this.”

“Yeah, me too,” Faith replied, “You turned out to be a really good officer, after all.”

“Thanks sir, that means a lot to me.”

Faith and Castelli talked for probably another 30 minutes or so, about a variety of different topics. They discussed mutual friends from the 2nd MI, the vagaries of the 2nd Special Forces Group, and their respective family lives. Faith felt MUCH better when they were done. Faith thanked Castelli for his time, and then exited the HQD building. As he walked towards his car to go home, he observed Al James heading towards the Group headquarters building, most likely, Faith surmised, to the DCO’s office.
 
No need to follow... Faith knows the DCO is going to call James a cunt for being so stupid. Anything on top of that is gravy. He will get filled in soon anyways. Maybe even get to see a copy of some paperwork the DCO filled out.

BTW, did the DCO know James was living on the Range?
 
Oh shit...car bomb upcoming!!!

"As he clicked the unlock button on his remote fob...KABOOM!" :-o
 
No matter how bad a day was at the office, CPT Faith always had a good home to go back to. Driving back down the Interstate to his house, Faith felt the stress of the day melt away. He could smell dinner cooking when he walked in the door, and it always warmed his heart to see the way his daughter reacted to see him after a long day away at work.

Over dinner, Faith explained to his wife what happened during the day, what his concerns about it were, and what he planned on doing about it in the future. He also expressed his gratitude for his wife’s fidelity, “Honey, seeing all this shit going on at work just makes me that much more grateful to be married to you.”

After they put the baby to bed, Faith and his wife relaxed on the couch, watching their favorite TV series, “Lost.” The phone rang, annoying Faith because he had left the cordless in the kitchen, and there was about to be an important piece of the plot explained. “I’ll get it,” he said as he saw his wife start to rise. He went into the kitchen and looked at the caller ID, it was a local number but not one he recognized. He thought about letting the answering machine get it, then decided to answer it.

“Hello?” he said into the handset.

Silence.

“Hello?” he said, a little louder, irritated now.

He was about to hang up when he heard a sharp intake of breath on the other end, like someone about to start talking. This happened once or twice more, and then the phone went dead. On a hunch, Faith looked through the Family Support Group phone roster his wife had posted on the refrigerator door until he found Al James’ cell phone number. He glanced back at the caller ID… just as he had thought.

“Who was it, honey?” his wife asked when Faith came back into the living room.

“Wrong number,” he mumbled.
 
Oh boy... Is James super pissed at Faith, or did he just get hammered by the DCO and needs an ACE card....

Who knows? James is a complete fruitbat... no telling what's going through his mind right now ;)

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After PT the next day, Faith found he had an email from the DCO waiting for him in his inbox.

“Scott, please come over to my office at 1300 hours. Bring Chief Rollins and LT Delano with you. Thanks.”

Well, at least the DCO is getting serious about this, Faith thought to himself.

Faith called over to the MID and, unable to get either Delano or Rollins on the phone, spoke briefly with First Sergeant Reynolds to let him know who was expected at the DCO’s office, and when. Reynolds tried to press for details, but all Faith said was, “Will, just tell them to be there. They’ll know what it is about.”

Faith spent the rest of the morning down in the basement, working with the guys from the S2 shop to get ready for the annual inspection, which by now was only a couple of days away. Faith felt himself start to warm up towards several of the Soldiers, even to the Group S2 NCOIC, who Faith originally thought was even more of a toolbag than The Dud. But even while he was checking regulations, sorting through paperwork, and talking with Soldiers, Faith’s mind was elsewhere. He was worried about what was going to happen at and after the meeting with the DCO, and wondered why he wanted Delano and Rollins there too. He did not see any good that could come of it.

Faith got to the Group headquarters building about 10 minutes early for the meeting, and saw Delano and Rollins already there. Faith was not surprised to see that Reynolds had come as well. Delano and Rollins both looked nervous. Rollins gave Faith a perplexed look and mouthed “WTF?” and Faith shrugged. He didn’t know what was going on.

Rollins approached Faith but before they could say anything to each other, Rollins was called into the DCO’s office. A short time later Delano was called in, but Rollins did not re-appear. Faith surmised she was probably sent to the waiting room in the secretary’s office after her talk with the DCO. While waiting for his turn to talk to the DCO, Faith and Reynolds made small talk.

“Hey sir, how’s life on the staff treating you?” asked Reynolds.

“Every day, I wish I was back in the MID,” Faith answered, truthfully.

“I can totally understand that,” Reynolds said, smiling. “How are you and The Dud getting along?”

“Better than I expected. A lot of those guys aren’t the assclowns I took them to be all this time.”

“A lot of them just need some good leadership,” Reynolds stated, “I think you’re going to enjoy being there, and after a while, with you in charge that shop is going to completely turn around.”


“Roger,” said Faith, “I appreciate your concern for my new work environment, but I suspect that what you really want to know is what is going on with your new detachment commander and Chief Rollins.”

“Well sir, since you brought it up…” Reynolds began.

Not knowing how much time he had, Faith gave Reynolds the “Cliff’s Notes” version of what both Rollins and Castelli had told him, careful not to mention the names of who told him what, although he was sure Reynolds would probably be able to figure it out.

“Yeah, that’s kind of what I figured,” Reynolds commented after Faith finished. “I knew about the thing between Chief and James, and that gas mask incident at the range… everyone is talking about it. Rollins told me about the thing with Delano and James.”

“Sounds like you’re caught up then,” Faith said.

“I hope this thing gets sorted out quickly,” Reynolds added, “there has been more than enough drama going on lately. It’s starting to affect both morale and mission readiness.”

“Well, that’s what I’m here to try to do,” said Faith. And with that, he was called in for his turn to talk to the DCO.
 
Faith had hoped that the DCO’s position with regard to CPT James might have changed overnight and after speaking with Rollins and Delano, but he found instead that the DCO was now adamantly in James’ favor.

“Hey, Scott, thanks for coming by today,” the DCO began. “I considered everything you told me and talked to everyone involved, and I just don’t think there is any ‘there’ there.”

Faith was flabbergasted. Before he could say anything, the DCO continued.

“I spoke with Scott this morning. He said that computer was his from when he was in the teams, he showed me a hand receipt where he originally signed for it. He admitted to dating LT Delano, but he’s separated from his wife, and he says the relationship stopped before he became commander of the GSC. He said that those pictures were on his laptop because MAJ Ripley asked him to look into the issue, because he thought you weren’t moving fast enough on it. He also admitted that he’s been acting a bit unusual lately, but that he has been under a lot of stress. He says he has worked through it all, and has it under control.”

Faith didn’t know what to say. He felt enormously disappointed, almost betrayed. What was coming out of the DCO’s mouth sounded more like rationalization on James’ behalf than objective reason.

“I talked with Delano and Rollins right before you. Delano said that she didn’t know Al was married, but that’s kind of moot because he and his wife are separated. She also confirms that there is no longer a relationship, and Rollins had to admit that those photos could have come from anyone. James denies having had a relationship of any type with SGT Small’s wife, and I haven’t seen anything that contradicts that.”

“Sir…” Faith said, his words failing. Then, Faith got angry. “Sir, this is bullshit. Al James kept that laptop after reporting it destroyed in Iraq. So he stole it. Then he gave it to his son, and we only found out about it because his wife found those pictures and that video on it, both of which occurred BEFORE James was separated from his wife. MAJ Ripley didn’t ask James to do the investigation of SGT Small’s wife; in fact he SUSPECTED James of being involved, which is why Ripley asked me, not James, to do the investigation in the first place. Delano may not have known that James was married, but James did. James and his wife didn’t have their separation until a couple of weeks ago, and the Delano/James relationship pre-dates that by a good bit.”

Faith paused for a breath, then continued: “On top of all that, James has been acting completely bizarrely ever since he got here. He does, and says, things that are completely inappropriate or just downright wrong. Like at the range, when he basically stole a gas mask from another Soldier, or like how he called my house last night and didn’t say anything. Sir, he has GOT to go.”

After that outburst, Faith expected to receive an ass rending of biblical proportions from the DCO. Instead, the DCO said nothing, which Faith felt was almost worse.

After a short period, the DCO said, “I think I see what the problem is here. You want Al James out of the way so you can take over as the commander of the GSC.”

“What!!” exclaimed Faith in disbelief.

“You’re angry at him for being picked for the job over you, and you want him gone so you can take over. That’s the only reason I can see that you’re being so persistent about this, you want the GSC.”

Faith sat back in his chair, stunned. “Sir, I don’t know what to say to that. Everything I’ve done is for the good of the Group. I have already commanded two companies, which is twice as many as most of my intel peers. I don’t want to be the GSC commander, I want to be the Group S2, which you have already set up for me.”

“The problem here is not me,” he continued, “it’s Al James. And if you,” he said making a gesture to encompass the Group headquarters “would open your eyes and quit making excuses for him, you’d see it! Look sir, this guy is a danger to himself and others. I know you and he have history, but try to see past that for what he really is. A complete and utter dirtbag.” His anger spent, for now, Faith stopped speaking and looked for a reaction from the DCO.

Once again, the DCO said nothing, but rubbed the stump of his right index finger pensively.

“Al James is the only reason that more of me wasn’t spread all over the desert of Afghanistan,” he said in a low voice, as if to himself. “Look, Scott, I appreciate your concern and I understand where you’re coming from. I just don’t see things the way you do. I’ll talk with Al and get him to straighten up, if there are any more incidents… well, we’ll deal with it when and if it comes up.”

Knowing it was useless to press the issue further, Faith stood up, snapped to attention, and saluted. As he turned to leave, the DCO called his name. “Scott,” he said, “I know your heart is in the right place. This thing is going to sort itself out.”

“Roger, sir,” Faith said, unconvinced.

As he exited the DCO’s office, Faith was surprised to hear the sound of loud arguing coming from the secretary’s waiting room. His surprise was compounded when he saw Al James and Chief Rollins engaged in a very heated discussion. But that was nothing compared to the surprise he felt when he saw what happened next. Almost as if it were in slow motion, Faith saw Al James draw back his fist and punch Chief Rollins square in the face.

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And with that, I bid you all good night.

We'll wrap this up tomorrow, only six or so posts left.
 
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Chief Rollins reels back and regains her balance fairly quickly and judi-chops James in the side of the neck just like she learned at Diamond Dave's Ninja School!

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James snapped, and it is something the DCO HAS to do something about!

Why do I think Reynolds is going to pound James into the ground? Or is this the two story building? I don't remember. Off/down the stairwell will be nice.

I see a transfer in James' future (the DCO can't cover this one up), and the other investigation will be all washed away. In the end, James is gone and everyone is somewhat happy... Maybe Faith moves to be the Group Commander and the Dud stays on, but with Faith above him, gets himself squared away a little? Or the assistant S2 kicks ass with the inspection and gets promoted to S2.

With James gone (locked up, transferred, discharged, whatever), the DCO won't feel the need to have to cover for him anymore, apologizes to Faith, and tries to be buddy-buddy with him.

Here it is, around 1400, and the entire office area is in need of a good scotch to choke down the last couple of days... Sounds like a good time to be a Friday! :D
 
Personally, I'm disappointed that you glossed over the whole shower scene between Chief and Delano :hmm:

James seems perfectly stable to me. And by stable, I mean in a permanent static state of batshit, sleep upside-down, eat roadkill crazy.

His other UCMJ offenses aside, James needs a visit to the stockade by way of the med shed.
 
James snapped, and it is something the DCO HAS to do something about!
Isn't it a shame that it takes a tragedy or a major dustup to spur some people to action?

Why do I think Reynolds is going to pound James into the ground? Or is this the two story building? I don't remember. Off/down the stairwell will be nice.
I don't think I specified; it's a one story, rather smallish building. Like most of the other buildings in the Group compound, it's quite old and a bit of a dump.

I see a transfer in James' future (the DCO can't cover this one up), and the other investigation will be all washed away. In the end, James is gone and everyone is somewhat happy... Maybe Faith moves to be the Group Commander and the Dud stays on, but with Faith above him, gets himself squared away a little? Or the assistant S2 kicks ass with the inspection and gets promoted to S2.
lol... Faith is support guy and extremely unlikely to occupy any position of leadership within the Group. The Dud is a major and Faith is only a captain (albeit on the list for major) so Faith is unlikely to be in a position above The Dud.

With James gone (locked up, transferred, discharged, whatever), the DCO won't feel the need to have to cover for him anymore, apologizes to Faith, and tries to be buddy-buddy with him.

Here it is, around 1400, and the entire office area is in need of a good scotch to choke down the last couple of days... Sounds like a good time to be a Friday! :D
Indeed!

Personally, I'm disappointed that you glossed over the whole shower scene between Chief and Delano :hmm:
;)

James seems perfectly stable to me. And by stable, I mean in a permanent static state of batshit, sleep upside-down, eat roadkill crazy.

His other UCMJ offenses aside, James needs a visit to the stockade by way of the med shed.

Yeah, dude definitely has issues. I wonder what they are.

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Faith sprang into action almost without realizing it. In a fit of rage, he grabbed James, who remained motionless after Rollins’ body crumpled to the floor. Faith was vaguely aware that Reynolds had entered the room as well. When he grabbed James, James began to fight, and Faith realized immediately that James was stronger and a better grappler than he was. And a dirtier fighter, as Faith found out as James tried to dig his fingers into Faith’s eyes. Faith managed to get a and free, and landing a looping right hand against the left side of James’s head. This sent James sprawling back against the far wall, where he slumped to the ground and collapsed in a heap.

Turning his attention back towards Rollins, Faith saw Reynolds already helping her to her feet. Blood streamed freely from her nose, and it wasn’t hard for Faith to predict that she would probably be sporting two black eyes in the morning.

“What the hell is going on out here?” the DCO thundered as he emerged from his office. His face was one of utter confusion as he saw the jumbled waiting area and Chief Collins trying to control the bleeding from her face.

“Al James just punched Chief Rollins in the face,” Faith said accusingly, more angrily than he intended.

“Where did he go?” the DCO demanded.

“He ducked out that way, sir,” Reynolds replied, gesturing towards the back door of the secretary’s waiting room.”

The DCO had the CQ call the military police and report what had happened. Whatever bond had existed between James and the DCO, this incident seemed to have sundered it irrevocably.

When things settled down a little, Reynolds and Faith took Rollins to see the Group docs at the medical clinic. They cleaned her up and gave her some Tylenol and some ice packs. “Well, her nose isn’t broken, but she’s definitely going to feel it in the morning. About the only thing we can do is give her some meds, and some ice, and maybe a little bed rest. She’ll be fine in a couple of days,” opined the Group surgeon, CPT Chen.

“Thanks Doc,” said Reynolds as the three of them left. Rollins said she was OK to drive home, so Reynolds and Faith dropped her off at her car.

“So, are you planning on fighting everyone in Group?” Reynolds jested. “Because if you are, let me know now so I can start training up.”

Faith had to grin. “First Sergeant, I’ve been in exactly two fights since the eighth grade, and you have been there for both of them. I’m beginning to think you’re a bad influence on me.”

“Me?” said Reynolds with mock horror. “A bad influence? You’re the one throwing all the punches, sir.”

“Well, there is that,” Faith conceded.

“But both of them totally deserved it,” said Reynolds supportively.

“Totally,” Faith agreed.

“You got him pretty good,” Reynolds said.

“Not really, I kind of caught him with a sucker punch to the side of the head.”

“You must have got him in the face too,” Reynolds offered, he was bleeding like hell from his nose.”

“I didn’t hit him in the nose, I only landed one punch and that was to the side of the head.”

“Maybe when you guys were wrestling around, then,” Reynolds opined. Or maybe Rollins gave him one that you didn’t see. Either way, he was bleeding pretty good.”

“Interesting,” said Faith.
 
The next day, Faith went straight to the DCO’s office, sensing that the first order of business for the day would be sorting out the mess with CPT James.

“CPT James is out of here,” the DCO began.

“So it takes a woman getting punched in the face for you to realize that this guy is a loose cannon and doesn’t belong in this unit?” Faith demanded.

“We’re going to handle it,” the DCO assured him. “Look, Scott,” he continued, “I made a mistake. I allowed my personal feelings for Al to cloud my judgment. You were right, about everything.” The DCO seemed genuinely upset.
Pushing the issue would not be helpful, so Faith backed off a little. “Rollins told me last night that she doesn’t want to press charges. So what’s going to happen now, sir?” Faint inquired. “GOMOR (General Officer Memorandum of Reprimand) and down the road to Division?”

“Not just that,” the DCO stated dramatically. “We’re going to take his tab.”

“Oh!” Faith said, in complete surprise.
 
KARMA BIATCHES!!!!

Nice to see the DCO step up.

I hope he doesn't have a surprise for Faith for knocking James on his ass... I don't see why or how, but almost nothing would surprise me in this one now.
 
Taking Al James’ tab proved a bit easier to say than it was to actually do. For one thing, it took a while to track him down. He disappeared after the incident with Rollins, and no one saw or heard from him for a couple of days until he just showed back up at work, acting as if nothing had happened. He looked confused when the MPs showed up to arrest him, and did not believe them when the told him about what he did to Rollins. Once in jail, he invoked his right to an attorney, and refused to answer any questions or to cooperate with authorities.

On the recommendation of CPT James’ appointed attorney, an Army psychiatrist examined CPT James and found nothing wrong with him. “Subject displays aggressive tendencies and is in denial of his own actions. However, he is competent to stand trial and aid in his own defense,” the psychiatrist’s report stated. After a very short commander’s inquiry, which the Group commander personally conducted, CPT James was found guilty of theft, assault, adultery, and conduct unbecoming, among other charges. After that, his fate was sealed.

Stripping a Special Forces Soldier of his Special Forces tab is an extreme and very rarely-exercised process. In fact, some say that it is the absolute worst punishment that could befall a Green Beret. When presented with the same evidence that had gone to the DCO, the Group Commander came to a completely different conclusion, perhaps because his judgment wasn’t clouded by a past history with CPT James.

Faith had never seen a Green Beret get stripped of his tab, and until recently, didn’t even know that it was possible. He watched with interest and no small bit of satisfaction as a formation consisting of every Special Forces-qualified Soldier present for duty formed up in one large mass on the Group parade field, in between the command group, which stood at the front of the formation, and CPT James, who stood alone at its rear.

“Center, face!” the Group command sergeant major called out. At that command, the mass of Green Berets parted into two groups, both groups facing each other and forming a path between the DCO and CPT James.
“Captain Alvin James, front and center!” cried the command sergeant major. James walked haltingly up to where the Group commander and DCO were standing. As he approached, each of the Green Berets, in turn, executed an about face and turned their backs to James as he walked forward. When he got to the front of the formation, the command sergeant major read off the orders revoking his tab. The Group commander ripped the Special Forces tab off of James’ uniform, and the DCO tore the flash off of James’ beret before tossing the beret itself onto the ground at James’ feet.

“CPT James, you are dismissed from the Legion, and your name is stricken from the rolls of the men of the Special Forces,” the Group commander thundered when they were finished.

From a distance, Faith watched as James executed an about face and walked by the way he came, though the Green Berets who had turned their backs to his shame. A thin trickle of blood streamed down one nostril and into James’ mouth, but he seemed neither to notice nor to care.

Expressionless, and without a word, Captain Al James, formerly of the 2nd Special Forces Group, got into his pickup truck and drove out of the Group area for the final time.
 
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