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 “You got it, sir. Where do I get one of those?”
-“Commander Burke can show you. He runs the counter in the warranties depot.”
+“Commander Burke can show you. He runs the counter in the precedent depot.”
-The warranties depot was a caged area recessed and towards the back of the warehouse. As Barberazza entered he ran his hand along the rail. A patina of dust lifted. Busy down here much? Barberazza got tot he counter. He pinged the bell. An older man in a yellow cap shuffled into the booth. He set down a cigarette and coughed softly. His eyes were red-rimmed but kind. He smiled, pleased of the visit.
+The precedent depot was a caged area recessed and towards the back of the warehouse. As Barberazza entered he ran his hand along the rail. A patina of dust lifted. ''Busy down here much?'' Barberazza got to the counter. He pinged the bell. An elderly man in a yellow cap shuffled into the booth, expectorating into a soft commitment. He set down a cigarette. His eyes were red-rimmed but kind. He smiled, pleased of the visit.
 “Sorry about that — I was, ah, distracted for a minute. Now, young man. How can I help you today?”
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 “Morning, sir.” The boy snapped out a salute. “I’m looking for a long weight. Commander Hare said you might be able to help me.”
-“Did he, now? A long weight. Did he say how long?”
+“Did he, now? A ''long'' weight.” The old man rubbed his chin. “Did he say ''how'' long?”
 “A six, please.”
-“Oh, a six. That’s a ''long'' one. No I don't want to be all ceremonial, but have you got your badge, son? This is a restricted area. Only credentialised Eagle Squad officers have access.”
+“Oh, a six. That’s a ''long'' one.” The old man paused, remembering something important. “Now have you got your badge, son? I don’t want to stand on ceremony, but this is a restricted area. Only credentialised Eagle Squad officers have access.”
-The boys crest fell. But I — he fumbled with his pass but he knew it would not pass muster.
+The boy fumbled with credentials he knew would not pass muster.
-“Eagle Cadet EJ Barberazza,” the old man intoned, inspecting his pass. No access with this I'm afraid my son.
+“Eagle Cadet E.J. Barberazza,” the old man intoned, inspecting it carefully. He sighed. “So ''you’re'' this famous Barberazza fellow.” Burke studied the boy carefully. “Well: rules is rules: there’s no access with this, I’m afraid, young man.”
-“But Commander Hare —”
+The boy looked worried. “But Commander Hare sent me here for — wait: what do you mean, ‘famous’?”
-The old man chuckled softly. Alright, alright. They talk about you in the officers mess, you know. They say you are a good one. Boone has his eye on you.
+The old man chuckled softly. “Alright, alright. They talk about all the Cadets in the officers’ mess, you know. I hear you’re a good one. Boone said you nailed your closeout aptitude testing.”
-Barbarossa froze. What did you say?
+Barbarossa froze. “What did you say?”
-Commander boon takes a keen interest in your progression.
+Burke shrugged. “Commander Boone was talking about your CAT score, that’s all —”
-“He does? He— he — he knows who I am?
+“He ''was''? He— he — he knows who I am? ''Commander Boone knows who I am?''”
-“Oh, he knows all right. You’re one of our bright young things. Now, listen to me: as long as you don't touch anything, you can go inside. I know you respect it, but this is a sacred space, understand? There is much vital wisdom here. Catalogued and arranged carefully. Some of the scripts are extremely fragile.”
+“Sure he does. You’re one of our bright young things.”
-“Oh yes sir, yes! Yes, of course I understand it.”
+The boy looked star-struck.
-“All right, lad. In you go. Head down to row five, column eight. I’ll be down presently. And don't touch anything.”
+But, now you need a long wait. Now, listen to me: as long as you don’t touch anything, I’m happy to let you go in. But this is a sacred space, understand? This is reserved space for the Eagle Squad Commanders, and I ask that you respect it. There is much vital wisdom here, catalogued and arranged carefully. Some of the scripts are extremely fragile.”
-Barberazza navigated the stacks. The warranties were organised by trade association. The oldest ones were nearest the door.
+“Oh yes sir, yes! Yes, of course I understand that.”
+“All right, lad. In you go. The waits are stored at the far end of the boilerplate stacks. Head down to row five, column eight. I’ll be down presently. And don't touch anything.”
+Barberazza navigated the boilerplate, running his finger across the dusty spines and the ineffable, intricate, technical engineering and wiring schematics they contained. This was the articulated history of the Eagle Squad’s exploits: third party rights, representations, warranties, covenants, conditions precedent, conditions subsequent, waivers, notices, assignments, governing law, non-exclusive jurisdiction, exclusive jurisdiction, sovereign immunity, process agency, and protocols, organised by trade association and cross checked by regulatory regime.
 Barberazza ran his hand along the the mahogany shelves, in awestruck wonder at the ancient wisdom they contained. A record of every conflict, every situation, every skirmish, every desperate last stand that the heroes of eagles quad head ever va taken part in. Here work manuals to deal with every situation. Punishments dating back decades carefully manuscript of, marked up, adjusted, rider inserts, side letters, variations, accessions. Everything was here: the sum total of eagles squad learning.
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