THE SERGEANT TORE HER SHIRT IN RAGE — THEN FROZE WHEN HER BACK TATTOO EXPOSED A SECRET SEAL LEGEND. I stood third from the end, staring at a fixed point on the horizon while the rain turned Camp Ravenwood into a freezing swamp. I didn't shiver. I didn't fidget. I barely blinked. "Weakness," Staff Sergeant Thaddius Braxley roared, his voice cutting through the storm like a serrated knife. He was a bull of a man, neck thick with muscle, eyes hunting for a victim. He’d been breaking recruits for fi