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“Got any plans for tonight, El-Tee?” Sergeant Tranter asked as he followed Huber up the stairs to Log Section. “There’s a game on in the maintenance shed.”
The paint on the stairwell walls had been rubbed at the height of children’s shoulders; it was a reminder of what the building had been. Whether it’d ever be a school again depended on how well the Slammers performed. If things went wrong, the Outer States—at least the United Cities—would be paying reparations to Solace that’d preclude luxuries like public schooling.
“I’m thinking about throwing darts into a target,” Huber muttered. “And don’t ask whose picture I’m thinking of using for the target!”
Hera wasn’t at her desk. In her absence and Huber’s, a senior clerk named Farinelli was in titular charge—and he obviously had no idea of how to deal with the two armed Slammers who stood before his console. Their backs were to the door and the remainder of the staring locals.
“Can I help you gentle—” Huber began, politely but with a sharp undertone. A stranger listening could have guessed that he didn’t much like aggrieved troopers making personal visits to Log Section when a call or data transmission would get the facts into his hands without disrupting the office. Midway in Huber’s question, the troopers turned.
“Deseau!” Huber said. “And you, Learoyd! Say, they didn’t reassign you guys too, did they?”
The troopers smiled gratefully, though Learoyd knuckled his bald scalp in embarrassment and wouldn’t meet Huber’s eyes. “Nothing like that, Lieutenant,” the sergeant said. “We’re here to take Fencing Master back to the unit as soon as they assign us a couple bodies from the Replacement Depot. I figured you wouldn’t mind if we stopped in and saw how you were making out.”
From the way Deseau spoke and Learoyd acted, they weren’t at all sure that Huber wouldn’t mind. They were line troopers, neither of them with any formal education; the only civilians they were comfortable with were whores and bartenders. It must have been a shock to come looking for the lieutenant who’d been one of them and find themselves in an office full of well-dressed locals who stared as if they were poisonous snakes.
Huber thought suddenly of the ropes of 2-cm bolts sending the dirigible down in fiery destruction over Rhodesville. There was never a poisonous snake as dangerous as either of these two men; or as Arne Huber, who was after all one of them.
“Mind?” he said. “I’m delighted! Sergeant Tranter—”
Huber took his men by either hand and raised his voice as his eyes swept the office. “Everybody? These are two of the people who kept me alive at the sharp end: my blower captain Sergeant Deseau and Trooper Learoyd, my right wing gunner. That won’t mean much to you civilians, but you can understand when I say I wouldn’t have survived landing on Plattner’s World if it weren’t for these men!”
Learoyd muttered something to his shoes, but he looked pleased. Deseau’s expression didn’t change, but he didn’t seem to mind either.
“Do you have plans for tonight?” Huber asked. “Ah, Sergeant Tranter? Do you think we could find these men a billet here in the compound?” He switched his eyes back to Deseau and Learoyd, continuing, “There’s usually a card game, and I think I can promise something to drink.”
“And if he couldn’t get you booze, I can,” Tranter said cheerfully. “Sure, we can put you guys up. It’s best the El-Tee not go wandering around, but you won’t miss Benjamin.”
“If I never see Warrant Leader Niscombe,” Learoyd said to his boots, “it’ll be too soon.”
“Niscombe runs the enlisted side of Transient Depot, sir,” Deseau explained. “He figures that something bad’ll happen if he lets folks passing through from field duty just rest and relax. He’ll find a lot of little jobs for us if we bunk there.”
“Something bad’ll happen to Niscombe if he ever shows his face out in the field,” Learoyd muttered with a venom Huber hadn’t expected to hear in that trooper’s voice. “Which he won’t do, you can be sure of that.”
“Right,” said Huber. “I’ll send a temporary duty request for the two of you through channels, but for now consider yourselves at liberty.”
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