"This marks the end of today's third operation…and the end of us as an organization."
The tension in the air—thick with blame—drained the color from those words.By the time they reached the young men, they had turned heavy and dull,like lead, pressing down on Max Dinger, whose body was visibly trembling.
"Move your hands, rookie. Not your mouth," someone snapped."This isn't training.It's not a simulation.Get a grip."