Tillman's brow furrowed quizzically. He stopped at a red light and turned his head to ask for clarification. When he saw Pig, he just swore.

As he pulled his cracked aviator jacket off, he tried not to dwell on the fact that oversight was deadly in the field, how leading ill-prepared troops into battle was a death sentence. Huddled as Pig was, the jacket engulfed his entire thin frame.

The car behind them honked impatiently.