Major Tom Rocquette poked his head out the commander’s hatch of the Ranger command car to scan the urban landscape with his unaided eyes. His vision was blurred by fatigue, and he considered taking another wideawake. Could he afford any further degradation of his reflexes? More importantly, could he afford a microsleep during which he’d miss something important? Unwilling to disgrace his new leaves, he dug a tab out of his kit and popped it. He had to stay alert. His unit had already gotten caught once by relying solely on their helmets’ augmentation visors; he wasn’t about to let that happen again.