Before I could react, I heard Rex yell out of nowhere, "Someone get the sleeping darts!" Where did you come from, I wanted to say. He was always ready to get someone else in trouble, such a tattletale. The darts weren't necessary, she already knew she was wrong. After all, he was asking for it. Rex looked down at me when he stepped up onto the bench where Rebel had been sitting, probably wondering if I was going to do something. I glared at him, trying to tell him not to hurt her, but still he was more experienced in combat. I knew he'd been in his fair share of fights with some of his brothers, so I quickly grabbed a syringe from the closet and had it handy just in case the conflict escalated anymore than it already had. We broke our eye contact as he tackled Rebel. I stood in front of Wrecker, blocking him from getting to his sister, with the medical instrument clutched tightly in my hand. I looked behind me and saw Rex had pinned Rebel down and she was struggling, but not really focused on him. I breathed heavily and closed my eyes, taking in what had just happened, how quickly it had escalated and how fast we were able to spring into action, it was what we were bred for. I let the adrenaline slowly fade away as I prepared myself for what I was about to see. I raised my head and glanced around at all of the men standing around with shocked expressions, some entertained and a few still eating. I set the dart down on the table and clapped my hands together. "Alright, men, enjoy the show? Back to work now!" I hated all of them staring, but I also wished I'd seen the fight through their eyes, not having to be worried about their friend or what this incident would do to their reputation. The cafeteria cleared just as quickly as it had filled and janitor clones took charge, all mopping and picking up trays in a frenzy. I turned my eyes to our table, it was the messiest, cereal had spilled everywhere and full milk cartons had been damaged and would have to be thrown away, but I didn't care much, I only cared that Rebel was okay. Rex helped her up by the arm and she brushed off her dark uniform and fixed her hair back into place. My brother grabbed her arm again and led her away. I started to tell him to wait, but they'd already turned the corner. She'd be lectured, maybe even demoted in rank. I clenched my teeth together and swallowed hard at the thought as I shook it away. Wrecker popped his neck and said, "Eh, thanks, Commander. I owe you one." I waited a moment before turning back to him. "I didn't do it for you," I said pointing at him. I stormed off, back to the barracks, and saw all of the troops, dressed in their armor, ready for the day, standing beside their beds as conversation suddenly stopped. I could tell what they had been talking about. They straightened up and stood in their attentive positions that they'd worked so earnestly and eagerly to perfect as cadets. "At ease," I said as quietly as I could for them to still be able to hear me. They sat on the edges of their beds, but the talking did not resume. I paced back and forth in front of her bed, waiting in the silence for her return. Finally, out of the shadows, she came and I was relieved. Rex followed closely behind her, and before she headed back over to me she gave him a nod and he disappeared back into his barracks. She sat on her bed with her mind still elsewhere. I leaned against the bed frame and felt like a broken record as I repeated the same question, sounding more worried than ever. "You okay?" Her temper rose. "How could I be okay? I mean, our leader has betrayed us and you and I are the only two people that know! For the forces' sake, the entire future of the war could rest in our hands!" She looked to the high above ceiling of the Senate building. I glanced up there too. "What should we do?" I saw nothing and focused my attention back to her face. "I don't know, for the first time in my life, I don't know what to do." She looked down and sounded hopeless.