My command, it is to fragging laugh. Yeah, sure, Lynne fragging Telestrian insisted I take nominal command of the strike, for all the twisted reasons she laid out during our phone call. But that’s got exactly zero relationship to reality. It’s Argent and a couple of the other mercs who’ve worked out the assault plan, logistics, and contingencies, based on the assets Lynne’s willing to commit to the op. Damn fragging good thing too, say I. I’m not military, I’m not a merc, and I’m not fragging competent at this kind of drek. Leave it to me and I’d probably hose it up big-time, get everybody killed, and not do a speck of damage to the lab complex. No, priyatel, this is one for the pros. I’ll play figurehead if that’s what the elf-slitch wants, but nothing more.