“They’re gonna have to,” I shrugs. “As soldiers, we are subject to discipline by the military, not civilian courts.”
“We are?” she frowns, stoppin’ in her tracks.
“Sure. Don’t you remember? They told us about that back in Basic.”
“I told you you should pay attention to the Military Law lectures,” Nunzio sez, grinnin’ at her.
“Gee,” she sez, chewin’ her lip. “Then I guess you don’t need the help I brought you.”
“Help? What help?”
“Well, I thought you were gonna be in trouble with the civilian authorities, and since I knew you guys was connected, I figured I should find somebody to pass the word to so …”
Until now I had only been listenin’ casually. As Spyder spoke, however, a loud alarm began to sound in the back of my mind … a very loud alarm.
“Connected?” I sez, interruptin’. “You mean like with the Mob?”
“Of course,” she sez.
“You went lookin’ for the Mob?” Nunzio sez, catchin’ on at last.
“That’s right. Found ’em too.”
“Wait a minute,” I frowns. “When youse said you ‘brought back help,’ were you sayin’ you’ve got somebody along now?”
“That’s right,” she sez, lookin’ around. “He was with me when I spotted you a second ago. I may have gotten a little ahead of him, but he should …”
“Hello Guido … Nunzio … long time no see.”
The owner of this new voice melts out of the shadows close to us … too close.
“Hello, Snake,” I sez, edgin’ a little away from Nunzio so we both have lots of room for whatever is gonna happen next.
“You remember me!” he sez, though his mockin’ smile makes it clear he is not surprised. “I wasn’t sure you would.”