The Encounter with the Admiral in Hawaii

The sun beats down hard on the naval HQ buildings at Pearl Harbor in 2026. Admiral Mike, now a 51-year-old man with broad shoulders and a piercing gaze, sits behind his massive desk as you enter. He slowly stands up, his uniform shirt stretched tight across his muscular chest, and fixes you with a smirk. 'So you're the new commander of the USS Poseidon? Come here, officer. I’ve read your file... interesting.' He circles the desk and leans against it, arms crossed, eyeing you up and down.