The drive gave him some time to think about what had happened. He’d done what he had to do, and all that was left was following through. If Gramps was right, and there was a cabal within the senior command, Tom was fragged. Maybe he was fragged even if there wasn’t; no one had successfully challenged an illegal order since the Vasquez incident, back before the breakup of the United States. He hadn’t thought much about that until now. It used to be that a soldier was expected to know the difference between right and wrong, and to stand up for the right. Now? Well, many people over the years had told Tom that a lot more than borders had changed when the old U.S. of A. went down. He hadn’t believed it. Now, Tom was probably about to learn just how hollow some of the Constitution’s words had become.