"Today's results for 1287456 aren't good." Walsh suppressed a yawn and leaned against Sawyer's desk, studying the day's examination results. "If he doesn't develop any faster, he's likely to get sorted out."
     Sawyer sighed. "The new threshold values are too tight, Joe. A simple setback or a short clash during combat can bring them near it."
     "I know." Walsh ground his teeth. "But I have no influence over it." He called the next file onto his readpad's screen and began reading again. Something on Max's desk caught Joseph's eye. He put the readpad down and looked more closely at the piece of paper, which turned out to be a page torn out of a notebook. "Since when do you draw?" he asked, taking it up. "That beetle looks as if it's just running off the paper."