"Well, in a manner of speaking, this stuff is making my brain melt out my ears." He set down the stylus, sitting up straight and stretching in his seat with a quiet groan.

"Geography, history, tech levels, hazards, that sort of thing." And magic. Lots of magic.

"I'm never going to complain about skimpy briefing documents again." He sighed, gesturing to the notebook. "Well, at least not for a while. Pulling this stuff together's a nightmare." In his defense, he wasn't trained for this sort of thing. He wasn't sure any clone was, frankly.

Come to think of it, not being in the army anymore meant he'd never have to sit through a briefing again. Definitely a bonus.

"And you're a damn good medic already, so I imagine that'll be easy for you."