"Good, I'm glad," he said, unlacing his boots and dropping them just inside his bedroom door. "And you're welcome." He sank back down into his chair. "It's just an adjustment, training up fledgling snipers to form a cohesive unit. There's always one hotshot that doesn't want to fall in line, thinks he's the best crack shot the world's ever seen. They usually have to be taught a harsh lesson in humility. But once they recover from the blow to their ego, things usually get better." He rubbed at his temples. "Unfortunately, we haven't gotten to that part yet."