Drakon leaned back in his heavy leather desk chair, his eyes fixed on the glowing monitor while I leaned over his broad shoulder, resting one hand against the sturdy backrest to support my weight.
For the past three hours, I had been buried in code, hammering out a clean, streamlined logging interface designed specifically for the Reapers. The old paper binder method they’d been using was an absolute disaster—missing entry dates, unreadable handwriting, and zero standard structure.
"It's completely foolproof," I explained, scrolling through the newly designed interface. "Instead of expecting the guys to sit down and write an essay after every run, the system just asks a few quick, direct questions. Mission objective, team leads, weapons used, casualties or injuries, and a brief summary o
