As he put on his stolen goods, he realized he was breaking the rules now. So be it. The situation had forced him to it, and he couldn’t see another way to do what needed to be done. He wouldn’t get near the TOC without some sort of disguise; he’d seen the way the others on base had reacted to Jordan’s white-pawed dogs. If pretending to be one would help him bluff his way into the TOC, he intended to do so. Afterwards, he’d take whatever punishment a court martial prescribed; justice was justice. But justice wasn’t what those poor fraggers out on the streets were getting.