"My commanding officer, the bastard," Edward said, with a lot less venom than one might think. "He's the one who sent me here. Called it a 'mission', but I'm pretty sure he did it to keep me out of his hair for a while."

Considering how much he hated greens, Edward was inhaling his salad. "Bridge seemed all about the teamwork aspect of the thing, so we'll see how it turns out. Isn't there just a self-defense club or something?"