All was silent and Keith Shadis slowly smiled. Then he ripped the backpack from the Cadet and unzipped it, pouring all the contents on the ground. He stomped out every spice shaker, speck of flour, everything in the bag... and stepped back to straighten the cuffs on his coat.

"95 laps around the camp. No food tonight and dish duty for a week." Then his voice picked up in volume. "GET MOVING MAGGOT."