The Danger Room was somewhat non-descript this week, with a small, plain anteroom leading to a single door. Admiral Harrington stood before that door, Nimitz perched on her shoulder; Andrew LaFollet was lurking nearby, as well as
someone the admiral's tactics students would recognize. Her tone that morning was professional and detatched, if a little stiff, and Nimitz's ears were almost completely flattened against the back of his head.
Before she spoke, Honor reached up and scratched the treecat's lower jaw, and he relaxed somewhat. She then turned her attention to the class. "Good morning," she said. "I hope each of you had a good weekend. Today will be a relatively short exercise. Once you complete it, you are welcome to leave.
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