TJ MorgChapter 3
The Senior Warrant Officer stood erect at the edge of the shuttle park watching the shuttles disgorge a motley collection of individuals, most of whom the SWO assessed as being still wet behind the ears; it was his appointed task to turn them out at least a bit drier than received. His trained eye roamed over the group already making assessments. That one wont make it — shouldn't have left mother's heel. That one will have to be handled carefully — she is too aggressive but does have...