Drafted Luck

Draft here I come, ready or not.

Doctorate achieved! Now time to pay off my mandatory service obligation to the government. The same government that may, or may not, be trying to occasionally kill me. But hey a job is a good thing, right?

I didn't expect it to be all rainbows and sprinkles, but neither did I envision being thrown in with a training group of misfits and potential criminals. How did I end up having to make decisions to let someone die, or try to prevent it, when keeping them alive is breaking the law.

You'd think with my skills they'd put me in a quiet lab somewhere. No, I get stuck with the Department of State and working with Japan. Don't these people read? Japan wants to kill me even more than my own government. But when Carelian decides the Dragon of China needs a friend my personal problems get eclipsed by international incidents, centered around me.

Being a trouble magnet is one thing, starting World War III is something else. How in the world do I get myself into these situations? And why didn't they just stick me somewhere where I wouldn't be the center of political drama?