Thor Crushturn stood at attention in the doorway of Dex's office like a man receiving a medal he hadn't earned but fully intended to frame.
"Commander." He held up the rolled periodical with both hands, presenting it the way a squire might present a sword. "Fresh off the press. My source in the eastern market held this copy for me personally. I was told, and I quote, 'Crushturn, you are the only man alive who deserves the first read.' Her words."
Dex took it. "Her?"
"I protect my sources, Commander. That's intelligence tradecraft. You'd know that if you read more." Thor paused. "Page nine has a section on Alpha stamina. I was cited as a benchmark. Anonymously, but I know it's me."
Dex flipped to page nine. There was no such section.
"There's nothing here about stamina."
