Wild Moon Company

Staff Sergeant Viktor Rath looked up from his computer screen and raised an eyebrow as Captain Stella Kroners walked in. He leaned back in his chair, turning his full attention on the captain. She only ever visited him for one of two reasons – either one of his squad had done something spectacularly stupid or they had a new mission. He guessed the latter, considering the manila envelope clutched in her hand.

She took a seat opposite him and slapped the folder in front of him. “You’re getting a new member.”

“What?” The word was out of his mouth before he realized. He frowned. “We don’t work that way.”

The corners of her lips tightened, hinting at an impending scowl. The new squad member was set in stone then. He didn’t like it. He had a good pack. They were the best in their regiment if not the entire army. The higher-ups couldn’t just shove someone new in. Packs didn’t work like that.

“He’s not pack,” Captain Kroners said, as if reading his mind. More likely she’d just read the very unhappy wrinkles in his forehead. “He’s a specialist, meant to support your team.”

Viktor finally glanced down at the manila folder. The name McAllister was written on the tab. There was a project code stamped on the front of the folder but the code meant nothing to him. “Send him somewhere else. We don’t need support.”