Lost Era 05_ Deny thy Father - Jeff Mariotte [8]
“That’s right.” Owen sounded gratified to be let off the hook so easily. “Say, Kyle. Today’s Father’s Day. Have you heard from Will? I saw him in class yesterday. He’s a terrific lad.”
“Will?” Kyle asked. He recognized the sound of his own son’s name, but was so tired, so distracted that he almost didn’t make the connection. “No. He’s in town?”
“Of course he is,” Owen answered with a chuckle. “You have had a bad night, I see. Will’s at the Academy. Second year. He’s in my survival class.”
“That’s right,” Kyle said, trying to cover. “You’re right, Owen, I’m exhausted. I’m surprised I know my own name. I’m sure Will’s much too busy to remember something like Father’s Day, anyway. Boy’s got much more important things on his mind.”
“Well, he’s swamped with work, I can tell you that,” Owen said. “Second-year students don’t have much free time.” He released Kyle’s arm and started back up the hall, then stopped again. “You take care, Kyle. If there’s anything I can do for you, just let me know.”
“I’ll do that, Owen. Thank you. And give my best to Thomas.”
“I’m on my way home to spend some time with him now,” Owen replied. His son Tom was about ten years younger than Will, Kyle remembered.
Kyle continued down the corridor then, mentally berating himself for his ignorance. You should have known Will was at the Academy, he thought. Or you should have remembered, if you did know. He thought maybe he’d heard something about it before, and just forgotten. But the last couple of years had been hard ones for him, and most everything that wasn’t immediately crucial to his survival had gone by the wayside in favor of the physical and emotional therapy he had needed to get back on track.
Anyway, Kyle Riker had long ago fallen into the habit of compartmentalizing his life. Recovery was in one compartment, work in another. Family was in another one, by itself. And that one, he didn’t go into often.
Not often at all.
Chapter 2
“You might want to do some strategizing,” Admiral Paris told the class. “No cheating, no going into the city ahead of time and planting supplies or anything. It won’t help anyway, because you won’t know what you’re looking for until tomorrow morning, when you get out there. But you can talk amongst yourselves, figure out how you’re going to approach the teamwork aspect of the project. As an away team on a starship, you would prep for a mission in that way before you left the relative safety of the ship. And, of course, you would gather as much intelligence as you could about your destination. In this case, we’re assuming that intelligence is very limited. So that’s your assignment for tonight-think strategy.”
He turned away from the class and returned to the podium in the front of the room, his standard signal that the lecture was over for today. Will Riker quickly scanned the notes he’d typed into his padd, making sure he had caught all the major points and could understand his own shorthand. Dennis Haynes, whose room neighbored Will’s, tossed him a cheerful grin. “This sounds like fun, doesn’t it? At least, it resembles fun more than most assignments do.”
Will was already almost to the classroom door, but he paused to let Dennis catch up. Before his friend reached him, Admiral Paris wagged a finger at him. “Mr. Riker, if you don’t mind, I’d like a word with you before you go.”
Dennis shrugged and Will said, “I’ll see you a little later.” Felicia Mendoza, another member of their Zeta Squadron, had joined Dennis for the trek across campus, back to their quarters. Will cast a brief, longing glance at their retreating forms, then turned back to the admiral.
“Yes, sir?”
Admiral Paris leaned against the podium. Will hoped that didn’t mean he was making himself comfortable for a long conversation-he really wanted to get back