Arlo takes his tray from the lunch line, barely glancing around the room as he shuffles to his usual corner of the room. he can hear the murmurs already. "there goes the general's lap dog." "damn jerk had to come in here and take that position... i worked hard for that." "let's see what chief does when he sees what we found~" he paused. what? what was found? something is leaked? what is it? was it his secret? his thoughts race violently as he sits stiffly, but his face is a mask if stoicism.
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