I.V. fiddled with the writing instrument in her hands. She was trying to write a letter to her sister, who was twelve years, her junior. Her sister wanted to know what working for the military as a civilian nurse was like. The young woman had no idea how to answer.

She had never really worked any place besides the Joes. Hawk had asked her to join when she graduated from medical school, a whole three years ahead of schedule.

Suddenly the pen was out of her hands. She blinked as she looked up to see Breaker holding the black device.