Rembrandt sat up straighter. “A signal. I’ll take it for granted you’ve eliminated other local sources. So, if you’re right about what you’ve got, you and Do-Wop have just accomplished one of our main mission objectives, all by yourselves.” She stopped and looked him in the eye before continuing. “Why are you telling me, anyway, instead of taking it to the CO? He’s the one who needs to know it. Hey, he might even give you a citation.”
“Whoopee,” said Sushi, twirling a finger in the air. “Seriously, Remmie, I don’t think so. The major got sent here for just one reason: to undermine Captain Jester. And the captain’s got Do-Wop and me working on just the kind of wildcat scheme the brass hats hate. The major would rather fail doing things the Legion way than succeed any other way, especially if it comes from the captain. The best that could happen if I told him what I’ve got is that he’d ignore me. No, the best that could happen would be that he’d go ahead and let me finish up and do his damnedest to steal credit for it. Then, at least, something would get done.”
“What needs doing?” asked Rembrandt.
“What needs doing is tracing that signal and seeing where it comes from,” said Sushi. “I think that when we do that, we’ll find the captain’s hovercar, and Beeker, and maybe we’ll learn what happened to the captain and how to fix it.”
“That’s worth doing,” said Rembrandt, nodding. “Chocolate Harry already asked for a team to go find the hovercar, but the request is backed up in the paperwork on the major’s desk. Meanwhile, everybody in the company knows the captain’s not acting like himself, but he won’t let the autodoc check him out, and the major’s not interested in helping him. And most of the troops think the captain’s getting away with something they wish they could do themselves, and they root for him when they think the major’s not paying attention. Probably the only person with any chance to get him to take care of himself is Beeker.”