“You’re listed on Flight 1482 to regional headquarters for tomorrow morning’s division inspection,” General Vance said, running his thumb down a line on his paper.

“Yes, sir.

We’re flying in early to prep the logistics.”

General Vance looked up from the card, his eyes narrowing to two cold slits as he looked past Evan’s shoulder at me, sitting there with my battered paperback.

“It seems your squad’s unit line shows up on page three of Lieutenant Colonel Miller’s official travel binder,” General Vance said.

Evan blinked, looking back and forth between the general and the gold oak leaf pinned to my right collar.

“Page three, sir?”