Cadet George Hanlon stood stiffly at attention. But as the long,
long minutes dragged on and on, he found his hands, his spine and
his forehead cold with the sweat of fear. He tried manfully to keep
his eyes fixed steadily on that emotionless face before him, but
found it almost impossible to do so. Tension grew and grew and grew
in the room until it seemed the very walls must bulge, or the
windows burst to relieve the pressure. The cadet felt he could not
stand another minute of it without screaming. Why didn't that
monster say something? What kind of torture was this, anyway? And
why was he here in the first place? He couldn't think of a single
reg he had broken-yet why else would he be called before Admiral
Rogers, the dread Commandant of Cadets?
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