Irxirola, better known as Foxtrot Zero Nine Seven, tried his ID one more time, practically yelling into the microphone to the operatives on the other side, reluctant to let the Trooper in. "This is Private Foxtrot Zero Nine Seven, M.O.S. Zero Three One One, Eight Four Zero Four. Awaiting entry to
the mess hall." There was a pause, for abotu fifteen long, drawn out seconds he stood there, and ...