Lieutenant Mark Briggs looked down at the paperwork with a tight expression. “Still here, Sergeant?” he asked.
Emma nodded without looking up. “Just finishing the threat assessment.”
Briggs crossed his arms. “You know most people in your… condition would’ve gone home hours ago.”
Emma paused and finally turned toward him. “My condition?”
He gestured vaguely toward her stomach. “Pregnant soldiers aren’t exactly front-line material.”
Emma kept her voice calm. “Good thing this job isn’t front-line.”
For a moment neither of them spoke. Then Briggs sighed. “Look, Carter. I’m just saying the unit has to think about operational readiness. Having someone who might suddenly need medical leave is… complicated.”
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