[A/N: This chapter is somewhat of a prologue, hence the shortness. Enjoy. More chapters to come. If they don't come quick enough, NAG ME. Seriously!]

"Alright! Listen up, ladies!" Sergeant Calhoun barked as she stepped into the room. All the soldiers, who had been lounging around, talking, and playing cards instantly ceased their leisurely activities and stood to attention with a salute; their typical respectful acknowledgement of their commander. She swept her hard eyes around the room before nodding once. "At ease." They relaxed from their uniform positions. "It was a good day today. Good job ladies. Now, as you know, I wasn't feeling one hundred per cent today. So. Kohut. You're in charge of Hero's Duty for a while. Tell the first person shooter something convincing, like I've been called out for more important work, so they think it's part of the game. I don't know when I'll be back. As you were."

As she strode out, an awkward silence lingered. Her men looked from one to another before their previous conversations and activities slowly resumed. Confusion of her words stayed with them though – true, she had been a bit off that morning when the arcade opened – she had said she felt a little nauseous – but a little stomach unrest was never normally a deterrent for her. Tough as nails, that was Tamora Calhoun. So one had to question why she was suddenly announcing that she was taking time off.