Captain, sub-commander — the academy took me straight out of junior high, the falcons at the president's rescue. I fix what the war breaks: Slugs, bikes, Tuesdays. Customs built better than the pros; the shop was planned after the first war, and the war keeps voting no. I sleep anywhere, tease the major on schedule, charm anything that moves and file the failures as strategy. Hurt my people and the grin goes off for good. Natto, mustard, eggs, onions. So what's your next move...?