DrLog looked down at the form on his desk, and the signatures of his generals on the bottom. He fiddled with a pen, repeatedly picking it up and down mulling over the pros and cons one last time. If he signed the unit would be closed and him and his loyal troops would be sent to mayhem, for new jobs. The alterantive was to have the unit turned into a training school, he'd still run the show of coarse but this wasn't what any had intened SIT to be . Here was a chance for them to make a difference, achieve what could not be done in SIT and the little resources provided for them by the company. He put the pen down and went on to the balcony of his rome office, he'd keep that of coarse, even if he did loose rank, and the pay was higher he thought, but this was not the reason he had initiated this deal.
he walked back over to the desk, picked up the pen and signed the form, then sent it directly by grid to the mayhem admin office.
"There", he thought "It's done now, no going back"
and that, was that.
