Pierce did too.
“That your lunch?”
“Was.”
Lucas flinched at the answer.
Pierce turned toward Tyler.
“Your office. Now.”
Tyler pointed at Noah.
“Sergeant Major, I need to know who this man is.”
Pierce’s eyes narrowed.
“You were given his transfer instructions.”
“His file is incomplete.”
“His file is delayed. That does not make him available for hazing.”
The word landed hard.
Tyler’s jaw tightened.
“I was enforcing unit standards.”
Erin spoke before fear could stop her.
“He poured Carter’s soup out and told him to sit on the floor.”
Tyler turned.
Erin’s face went pale, but she continued.
“He pulled the chair away too.”
Lucas stood.
“I saw it.”
Pierce looked around the table.
“Anyone else?”
Three more soldiers raised their hands.
Tyler stared at them as if the room had broken a rule he thought belonged to him.
Pierce pointed toward the door.
“Office.”
This time Tyler went.
Noah did not follow.
