"I begin to see. You mean all this stuff I've been going through was sort of a glorified alarm clock?"
"Yes. You could put it that way. That, and a trial assignment as a junior agent. Still want to be a Special Corpsman?"
Stan looked around the office consideringly, then got to his feet.
"I stood it without knowing what was going on. Even had a little fun once in a while. Maybe I could learn to like it if I knew what I was doing." He shrugged.
"What's next?"
Michaels shoved a stack of papers toward him.
"Administrative details. You just can't get away from them." He took a pen from his desk.
"After you sign all these, I'll get a couple of people in here for witnesses while we give you your oath.
"It's practically painless."