“Yes, sir!” Sergeant Buckholz grinned from ear to ear. “Jeffe, Aires? You heard the captain. Suit up. I’ll get on the horn with Klysgaard.”

“Come with me, Recruit Tavi.” The captain turned and walked towards the three flags on the poles behind Sergeant Buckholz’s desk. Unsure, Diego followed, and stopped a few feet away from him. The captain coughed and shook his head. “Normally we have a little more pomp and circumstance with these, but time is precious. Since everything in this room...