Jagger looked down at the folded clothing. The sweatsuit was navy blue, plain but clean, made of thick athletic material that looked soft enough to actually be wearable. On the left side of the chest, stitched in white, was a sharp insignia of a downward-pointed spear overlaying a split shield, with the small lettering S.Z.H.C. beneath it.
He picked it up slightly. "What's that stand for?"
"Sector Zero Hunter Corps," the quartermaster replied. "Put it on, and people stop asking where you wandered in from."
Jagger let out a quiet breath through his nose. "Helpful."
"That's what I'm paid for. Move."
Five minutes later, he was walking again, still half-dressed, carrying the bundle under one arm while the soldier escorted him deeper into the annex. They turned down another corridor and stopped outside a shower block built into the side wing.
The soldier opened the door and gestured inside.
"Ten minutes."
Jagger looked past him. "And you're just standing there?"
"Yes."
