Brent took the corner at a run, almost barrelling into the lieutenant as he came out of the TOC. Brent paused to salute as the lieutenant said, “What’s your hurry?”
“Third platoon,” Brent panted. “Under attack.”
“I just talked to them.”
“I saw it.”
The lieutenant looked amused. “If it’ll help, you can go check.”
Brent went into the TOC.
(No idea where this is going, and no time today to really write.)
