Genifer, looking past Tom and out the window, stiffened a little. "There’s an Army mupper coming up the drive." Everyone turned to look as the military-issue GMC Multi-Purpose Utility Vehicle rolled to a stop. Rita Furlann was behind the wheel. As she got out, Tom saw that she wore civilian clothes under her black, armored Thaumaturgic Command duster. The coat’s long tails mostly covered the holster she wore in violation of peacetime uniform regs. The General went out to greet her.