I tried to rein him in at the gate, but he thought nobody could touch him.”

“He learns now,” I said.

“Or he leaves on worse terms.”

Reid looked at the heavy silver watch on his left wrist.

“Our flight manifest closes in fifteen minutes, ma’am.

The rest of the squad is waiting by the podium.”

“Go gather your men at Gate C27, Corporal,” General Vance ordered.

“Private Carter will meet you there under Shore Patrol escort.”