Tyty was about to deny the request outright. "Negative. The orders are clear—" But then a new priority notification flashed across his internal HUD. A message from the commander herself. "Permission granted. Allow him two guards. Continue with caution."
Tyty recalibrated and adjusted his reply. "Correction. The commander has approved your request. You may bring two bodyguards of your choosing."
"Marvelous! Truly marvelous!" the middle-aged man said with exaggerated cheer. He turned back toward the vehicle, his voice booming again as he shouted, "Martin! You're with me. Bring one more with you! we're going in."
A moment later, the door of one of the armored rovers opened, and a young man stepped out; it was the same cocky soldier from earlier. His armor was nearly reflective, completely untouched by dirt or damage. His expression, however, was one of pure annoyance.
