by Dave Wainio '26 November 3052 Captain Osmo Woods, Intel and Combat Communications Officer of the Suomi Warders, edged back a few steps to look down the hall. Again. Still no sign of them. He glanced nervously at his watch. There was only about ten minutes left. "Don't worry Osmo," soothed his commanding officer. "Gracie's always almost late. Sven's probably just trying to hurry her up." Was he doing his duty towards the Warders or was he just using them for his own ends? "By the way, about the time table for departure. Thanks," he told Captain Woods. "Thanks for what?" "At-ten-tion!" "Sisu Sir!"