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"Looks like you've got more to be worried about than the platoon." I furrow my eyebrows as I turn, seeing our General staring me down.

"Grimes, come to my office please." He says, before walking into his office.

"Ooh." Ford and Espinosa both say. I just roll my eyes.

"Rosita, Abraham; I'll have both your heads." They just laugh as I turn and walk to the Generals office.