Simon grumbled as he looked over the file Price had handed him. A general was being moved over to TF141. Only problem? They were 18. Barely an adult, but leading entire armies.

The other problem? They were arriving today. In a few minutes, in fact. And Simon was the one that had to greet them. Not that he could refuse, of course. Orders are orders. So he stood in the lobby, waiting for this young general to arrive.