Page 314 of Commander’s Mate

I leaned on the desk.

“You almost won Breskaa and lost the rescue before it started because the obvious power strike would have trapped seventy percent of the workers underground.”

“Yes.”

“You need someone whose job is to ask what happens after the door opens.”

Zared became very still.

I heard my own words.

That was it.

Not registry director.

Not mail carrier.

Not refugee coordinator.

After the door opens.

“What do you call the person who does that?”

“In Farseek military structure?”

“Yes.”

“Recovery operations.”

I made a face.

“That sounds like towing broken vehicles.”

“Survivor recovery and resettlement would be more accurate.”

“Too long.”

“Director of Recovery.”

I tested it.

“Sounds like rehab.”

“Zoe may object.”

“She will.”

“Then choose your own title.”

I stared at him.

“You’re serious.”

“Yes.”

“I can just invent a job?”

“That is how organizations work after every existing structure fails.”