“This will be your new unit symbol, we’re calling your team the ‘Mavericks’.” Perkins picked up one of the patches, studying it. “Mavericks, huh?” “The idea came from one of the referees from that last wargame; she said your team was the element the Yellow commander failed to account for. Also,” Bezanson cocked her head. “You kind of have a reputation for going off and doing whatever you feel like, and maybe telling HQ about it later. You could at least send us a postcard, Perkins.”
Perkins channeling her inner Bishop
