He smiled like a skull. Huber smiled back when he realized that the artillery officer had made a joke.
Lieutenant Messeman trotted over, looking back toward his cars and speaking into his commo helmet on the F-2 frequency. He turned and glared at Huber, not really angry but the sort of little man who generally sounded as though he was.
“Any word on when we’ll be moving?” he demanded. “We are moving, aren’t we? We’re not going to have to nursemaid the artillery while the rest of the Regiment attacks?”
Basingstoke stiffened. Before he could speak—and they were all tired, but Blood and Martyrs, didn’t Messeman have any sense at all?—Huber snapped, “We’re going to leave the two combat cars which I determine to be sufficient for air defense, Lieutenant. That’s one from each platoon. Personally, I expect to be thankful for all the artillery support we can get when we attack.”
Messeman grimaced but shrugged. “Yeah, I’ll leave Two-four. The patch we put on the plenum chamber after the breakout’s starting to crack. They can use the time to weld it properly.”
“Seven kilometers,” Basingstoke said, glancing to the west. The crest showed up more sharply against the port lighting as the sky darkened. “That’s closer to the target than I care to be, but—”
He gave the other officers another skull smile.
“—I’ve been glad to have the combat cars’ company for as long as possible, and I realize that means following you to your attack positions.”
Tranter crawled out of an access hatch in the Hog’s plenum chamber. He was a big, red-haired man who moved so gracefully that you generally forgot that his right leg was a biomechanical replacement for the one severed when a tank fell off a jack.
“Got it, Lieutenant!” he called cheerfully to Basingstoke. “They pinched a cable when they replaced your Starboard Three, so when the nacelles’re canted hard right you get a short. The wrenches’ll have it rerouted in ten minutes.”
“Three-eight’ll be staying here with the Hogs, Sergeant,” Huber said, looking over his shoulder. The combat cars faced outward around the artillery vehicles. The circuit was too open for defense against serious ground attack but admirably suited to stop incoming shells and possible Solace infiltrators. If the Waldheim Dragoons and the scattering of Militiamen and other mercenaries in Port Plattner mounted an attack before the Regiment was ready to strike, the cars’ sensor suites would give Huber sufficient warning to change his dispositions.
“Roger,” Tranter said, nodding. “Ah, El-Tee? Can I swap out Chisum on Three-eight for Stoddard on my car? Stoddard pukes every time he takes a popper, so he’s pretty washed out after this run.”
“Right, the cars here’ll be in air defense mode unless a lot of wheels fall off,” Huber said, frowning to hear that Stoddard couldn’t take stimulants. That didn’t handicap a trooper quite as badly as blindness would, but it wasn’t something a platoon leader wanted to hear about a useful man. “Want me to . . . ?”
“I’ll tell him,” Tranter said, throwing Huber a brilliant smile again as he strode off to inform Chisum and Gabinus, Three-eight’s commander. Tranter wore a slip-over shoe on his right foot to raise it to the height of the boot on his left, giving his leg movements an unbalanced look.
The excavator started on a fifth gun pit. Messeman watched a Hog slide into the one just completed with the delicacy required by tight quarters. He said, “Ah, Six? Will we be getting a view of the target before we go in?”
“What I’ve been told,” Huber said, “is that they’ll launch a commo and observation constellation just before we drop the hammer. They’re estimating that the new satellites will survive two minutes, certainly no more than five. That’s why they’re saving it till everything’s ready.”
Messeman sighed. “Sure, makes sense,” he said. “I like to tell my people what we’re getting into, that’s all.”
“Tell them there’s nobody on the planet as good as they are, Lieutenant,” Huber said. His glance took in Lieutenant Basingstoke as well. “We proved that getting here. Tell them one more push and we’ll be able to stand down.”