"Mike Traceur," he answered, standing to take the offered handshake. "Nice to meet you."

This part definitely wasn't like military school had been. If anything, it was painfully casual compared and left him feeling a little suspicious. He was waiting to hear the shout of a sergeant telling him his shoes were out of regulation, or his gig line wasn't straight. (He couldn't help it. That style of belt just pissed him off.) And in jeans, a henley, and an open button-down, it was kind of hard to have a gig line.

His shoes, however, were combat boots. They were comfortable!