![]() “These decagons are group internet relay chat nodes. There was a certain brittle gaiety to her smile. “Some of you are new to Middle Company, so I’ll explain the basics of what we’re doing here.” Heather’s amber eyes glittered. The beautiful brunette perched at the head of the table. The other CamCos striding inside sent her chilly looks, but Elliot dipped his head and gestured for her to take the lead. He grinned broadly, and then Heather Akron trailed in behind him and cleared her throat. The Middles sat down, and Elliot Ramirez strolled in. Roosevelt in the 1930s, and a long table covered with decagonal devices. There was a large oil painting of General Butler, who’d foiled a fascist coup against President Franklin D. ![]() TOM AND THE rest of his group met the CamCos in the large briefing room. ![]() You’ll come back for the lecture on Thursday. Butler Conference Room on the twelfth floor. “Right now, those of you on this list will report to the Smedley D. Vik slumped a bit in his seat, realizing he was stuck hearing the lecture. ![]() Tom sat up straighter, seeing his name on there. ![]() The second group will stay for the lecture, and report downstairs on Thursday.” “The names up here will be today’s cohort to report to the Butler Room. “To begin the fly-along experience, you’ll work with the Combatants on some exercises in mental discipline,” Cromwell said. Tom felt a twinge, thinking of the constraint everyone had simply accepted, but then the image faded, a list of names appearing over it, some new Middles, some veteran Middles. ![]()
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