It had been a brutal week of training that had left little to no time for anything other than a nose-to-the-grindstone effort for Zeph, Captain Nora Halt, Commissioner Justin Vaughn, and even Norton Coats in Central Command Headquarters.
What could have been called a hell week for those involved was a product of their own success and the results of a few divisions' contest results.
Pressure had come down from the top echelons of the government to accelerate the timetable for the development of the new training strategies and program as well as an immediately implementable block of continuing trading for active duty officers.
This left Zeph virtually no free time as it was, and the two four-hour shifts of air patrol he had to pull cut into his sleep schedule that had already been reduced to a bare minimum.