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Aaron went from angry to embarrass. Being rebuked by the man he admired didn’t make wonders for his morale, and he felt truly humiliated when the commander whispered at him, almost threatening, and left as if nothing had happened. As if he hadn’t just scold - and humiliated! - Aaron Blake! Blake resisted the urge to burn the commander during the night, but smiled when thinking about it...

Eve Heart muttered something to the respectable man, and then turned to Aaron, who was still shocked. Surprisingly, she was nice. Aaron expected resistance, because they all feel slightly superior, but instead his commander invited him to a friendly dinner. Blake wondered what she wanted from him... Suddenly she began to walk, and Blake had no choice but to follow her. He needed no further punishment, and the woman was his superior, after all ...

They reached the cafeteria, a dirty little place with nothing special. Blake sat down heavily in a fragile chair, which cracked and almost broke under Aaron and his equipment’s weight. He shouted to the kitchen, asking for a steak and water, and then began a complex ritual. Blake took the case from his back and carefully placed it on the floor. He opened it as if opening an ancient manuscript and started removing Betty piece by piece and putting her up on the dusty table. He began to inspect the flamethrower, lingering on each check, carefully polishing each part. He signaled Eve to begin the talk, implying that he would not interrupt the ritual, even though paying attention to what she would say. The commander would have to deal with that.