" It drew looks of concern from almost everybody, but Fighting Hawk asked them if they were Cheyenne warriors or children. It silenced their objection..., but they still didn't like it. Fighting Hawk left to talk to Gray Eagle.When the morning came, Fighting Hawk woke the warriors two hours before sun rise. They were surprised, but he explained that he wanted everybody in position in an hour before sunrise without any sound. They all nodded their heads.An hour later the small group that he had. “Now, do you want me to fix your shoulder? It’s only dislocated. I can put it back.” I said. “That way you can stay for the class.”“You think I’d let you touch me?”“Suit yourself,” I said.With assistance, Milford took down his telescope, loaded it in his car and drove over to the headquarters building. He was in the medical facility for awhile. He came out with his shoulder heavily strapped and his injured arm in a sling.The professor had followed him in. When Milford came out, he was arguing. There were an equal number of normal crewmen as there were officers, and they were all mixed together at the tables, easily talking and joking as they ate. The largest table was filled with people, Anja, Martin and the black Spartan among them. They did not discuss missions, or weapons or the trappings of power as Sangria had expected. They spoke of childhood mishaps and the laughter it brought forth was genuine and warm, especially when Danny spoke of growing up with Martin. He teased him. As she was dressed in a bathrobe I thought it might be a goodbye kiss so I drove around the block slowly, just to see if he was leaving or just getting there. Sure enough, as I got to the corner where I could observe, I saw the car leaving. Giving him a minute to get out of sight down the road, I pulled into her driveway myself. My heart was pounding as I knocked on her door.“Hey…” she said as she pulled open the door. It was clear that she thought it was the other guy coming back, like maybe.