“You’re leaving the sentence up to me, General?”

General Vance clasped his hands behind his back and stood at his full height beside the gray filing cabinet.

“You’re the senior officer he went after, and you’re the lead evaluator for his battalion,” Vance said.

“The authority is yours.”

“He laid his fingers on my uniform sleeve,” I said.

“He did,” Vance agreed.

“And he did it in full view of thirty civilian passengers at Gate C27.”

“What’s the flight manifest status right now?” I asked.