Saski looked over at the worsening confrontation and shook her head.  Fighting with sergeants was a sure way to get a court-martial, and a severe beating to boot.  It was also a good way to get tagged as a troublemaker.<br/><br/>The personnel clerk who was looking over her documents was also distracted by the commotion.<br/><br/>"Hey," Saski said, "Can I get my papers?"<br/><br/>The clerk nodded, paged through her documents, and stamped a few of them.  He passed them back to her.<br/><br/>"Here you go.  Go to Medical.  That's Station Twelve."  He pointed at table where soldiers from a medical unit were checking recruits' documents and administering shots.  Saski frowned at the long line.<br/><br/>"Umm, is there a canteen or something nearby?"<br/><br/>The clerk nodded again and gave her a knowing grin.  "Yeah, go out those doors and it's around the corner.  Don't be too long, though.  You need to get all this done today.  If you don't take care of it, it'll be more work piled on for tomorrow."<br/><br/>"Sure, I get it," Saski said.  "Thanks."<br/><br/>She shouldered her duffel bag and headed for the doors.  She'd enjoy a lemon soda and a sandwich while those other recruits were taking their lumps and talking to the military police.