“Who’s on the list?”
Wren doesn’t answer immediately.
She just turns the laptop slightly so we can all see it.
The first name sits at the top of the column.
REGIONAL COMMANDER — MOUNTAIN WEST
Adam Stoker.
Russ lets out a low whistle.
“Well that’s awkward.”
Adam doesn’t move.
His expression doesn’t change.
He just keeps reading.
Below that another box sits highlighted.
FIELD OPERATIONS COMMAND
Boone Grant.
The room goes silent.
Russ glances between us.
“Congratulations?”
I stare at the screen.
“They didn’t ask.”
“No,” Wren says quietly.
“They didn’t.”
Adam straightens slowly.
“This system assumes we’re going to lead it.”
Russ folds his arms.
“Bold assumption.”
I look at Wren.
“Can we remove our names?”
“I tried.”
“And?”
“The system rejected the command.”
