Chains of Command

[Boss]

Mike and Eli took up flanking positions as we left my office. I was in 'E' wing, Level 7. The hanger we were heading for was on Level 2, and took up roughly half of that level. We moved fast, avoiding as many people as we could. When we got to the hangar proper, Mike turned to me.

"Now, this has a slightly...unusual...effect on first-time viewers." I nodded and looked around for our ship. Eli touched my shoulder and pointed with his chin at the hangar doors, which were opening.

"It's already here." I checked again, but still no sign of any sort of LSF ship, just the usual Patriots, Liberators, Upholders, Rocs, and the odd Eagle.

"But...there's nothing there." Mike just said a few quiet words I couldn't make out into his cufflink microphone and indicated in the general direction of the hangar doors.

It's kind of hard to describe what a battle-kitted Grizzly looks like when it just appears about two yards from your nose. Or what it does to you. Suffice to say I was mildly shocked, dismayed, and in a fighting crouch behind a stack of crates before I knew what was going on.