The east field at seven in the morning looked like a divorce proceeding where both parties had brought weapons.
Misato had divided the space into two halves with training cones, her squad on the left and Blair's on the right, running through basic formation drills that should have been simple enough for literal children to understand. Move together. Stop together. Don't leave gaps in the perimeter. Kindergarten stuff repackaged in tactical terminology.
Blair's team treated the exercise like a personal insult.
"Formation Two requires the left flank to advance with the center." Misato's voice carried across the field with the patience of a woman who had already accepted she would strangle someone before noon. "Charles, that means you move when Naomi moves. Not after. Not before. With."
