In the observation office, the general turned to his top sergeant. "Comments?"
"I've seen it before, sir. Just not this close to home." Hauser stretched his arms and began pacing the room. "He's done this in the field. It's scary but effective."
"We've seen worse, Top. What about Wreck?"
The 1st Sgt. shrugged. "We'll have to wait, sir. If his sight clears up and if he can make his fit-rep, I think he'll be fine. I'd recommend him training with SE until he gets his bearings back."
"Done. That boy is too valuable to lose." The general turned away from the observation window. Glancing at his watch, he sighed. "Time to get moving, Top. Go ahead and put the team through field maneuvers. I'll speak to Miss Thomas in a little while and see if she's up to observing. After this display, I think there's a place here for talent like hers."
"And the bomb squad, sir?"
"I'll have a word with Agent Manning as well. After the little incident with Arashikage, the team needs to update some basic skills."
The sergeant wasn't so sure. "I don't think he'll leave her alone for long."
Abernathy nodded toward the window where Sue sat holding Hector's hand. The silent man had his arm draped on the chair behind her. "I think I might be able to persuade him that she'll be in good hands."
