THEO: Shep, what is it?
NARRATOR: The newly commissioned lieutenant has a choice.
SHEP: Two nons wi' guns, human between 'em in a chair. I've got the chair
NARRATOR: His grunts are about to engage in a little B&E, likely followed by a bunch of A&B.
NARRATOR: He can't see what Shep can, and cannot therefore make an independently informed decision. He can only trust or distrust.
SHEP: Rev?
THEO: You lead, Shep. I'll go left.
SHEP: Helmet, Sir.
NARRATOR: "Leadership through following the right grunt"... It's one more hallmark of a lieutenant who won't get shot by his own men.