Blaser had set up an office of his own and stationed another last-year cadet outside the door to screen those who went inside. Fitz had to wait for three other cadets to get their time alone with him, but, as anxious as he was to get back to the other office and talk to Wyss, he could see that Blaser wasn"t jerking him around. He was summoning reliable cadets, and each came out of the office with a clear mission to sort something out for Blaser.
Even so, when it was Fitz"s turn to go into the office, he found Blaser looking a little frazzled. He had been scrawling notes by hand on the surface of his tablet, but the handwriting was beyond anything that Fitz could decipher.
"Sorry, I"m a little disorganized," Blaser said as he scrolled through his notes.
"There"s supposed to be another ca
