"'Rookie'! You follow the rules? You don't cause trouble?"
Ms. Klaibel just laughed out of annoyance.
She had thoroughly investigated the little troubles caused by the other party.
Sneaking into aircrew bases to pick up what others had dropped and starting a bad precedent, oh, and even executing such sly operations; it's just about scouring resources to subsidize household expenses, and now a bunch of honest kids have learned to do it as well.
She hated those who take initiatives on their own and break the rules.
And then there were the drunk night raids on competitors during corporate wars, attacks that even their own people wouldn't expect, let alone the enemy—a sudden assault that reaped greater rewards than several combined previous battles, which in some sense was like slaughtering like a maniac.
Many old hands who had spent years in military service hadn't killed as many as this kid, a recent college graduate whose murderous instincts and viciousness were unprecedented.
