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"Do you know why you're here Alexander Sextant, and what you'll be doing here?"
"Like I wouldn't, you bastard. You said you were done with me."
"We said we didn't need you at the time, but as things turn out, we do. One more test. We need you for one more thing."
"You mean, you want to see how well I don, pitted against people who've had less time to train. You want to see if I've lost my edge. You want me to be a leader. Right?"
"To convince you, I'll tell the truth.."
"Oh please do." Sextant interrupted
"Yes we do need you to be the commander for this new stealth team."
"Stealth team! How are you going to hide them? They're taller than this building." He said incredulously.
"I can't tell you it's confidential."
"Yeah, well, whatever." Sextant left the general's room, without being dismissed, his disgust so apparent.
He stared after the disappearing boy. Sextant had to be integrated. The WCP couldn't have a commander, of a special's team, a loose cannon. There had to be a way keep him under control. Sextant will break away as soon as possible to be out form under the WCP's control. It wasn't that Sextant wasn't good at being a soldier, the problem was the opposite. He was such a good soldier that he had started to second guess his commanders. He would take the mission, but not the orders. He would do it the way he thought that it should be done. Sextant would usually make the situation better by doing his way. Which was bad, it only strengthened his subordination. There had to be something he cared about. The general ran through his memories. That girl. The Storm girl. He had helped her. She had to mean something if he did that. The tie was probably weak, but they could exploit it. She could be used to control Sextant, hopefully.