Max was left in Garfield's care. Lorne took up position outside the door without being asked, old habits and old loyalties that didn't require instruction. His young master was down. That was sufficient reason to stay.The rest of the team moved out, even with one member short.Some would expect privileges came with having the Marshal's granddaughter on the squad, but Siri did a good job in keeping her identity hidden, yetThe soldiers they passed moved with a careful, almost architectural tension, bodies angled slightly away, eyes finding neutral ground just above eye level, the unconscious choreography of men who had been told, in one way or another, to mind themselves. Equipment requests that might have taken hours of paperwork were cleared in minutes. When they reached the vehicle bay, an IFV sat waiting with its rear hatch already lowered, engine ticking over in patient readiness.No one had asked. Someone had definitely leaked it, or better still, the marshal wanted to ease their