He never liked the long hallway with its linoleum tiles and bare walls that made the clacking of uniform dress shoes echo like bullets at the shooting range. Not that he like the shooting range much either, but everything was fine there until the accident. At least, he was pretty sure it was an accident. That’s going to be his story when he’s called to testify at the tribunal, which should be about seventeen more steps down this ridiculously long hallway. And why the formal attire? He wasn’t the one doing the shooting at the range. Perhaps he shouldn’t have handed out the enhanced ammunition, but really, who knew it could do that to the targets and the reinforced wall behind them? And who knew they were actually practicing marching on the other side of the wall, I mean really?