He heard the final air seal of the door behind him. The High-Commander didn't even bother speaking the next command. He just wagged his finger at him beckoning him to approach the desk. Bryce marched at stiff attention to the front of the desk, snapped his heels together and braced his assault rifle vertically up over his face in another salute.
His salute was instantly returned and dropped by the High-Commander.
The High-Commander turned to his chair, reached down and with a smooth motion casually flipped a black nylon harness onto the desk in front of him. Bryce recognized the harness instantly as Samson's anti-gravity harness which meant that whatever he was about to hear was going to suck ... hard, because it was risky enough to warrant that extremely dangerous device as insuranc
