“Well, I appreciate your taking the heat on it,” said Sushi. “He’s still likely to try to come after us, but with you on our side, we ought to be all right. Thanks, Captain.”
“No problem, Sushi,” said Phule. “Remember, that was our main mission when we came here-to help Qual’s people find the Hidden Ones, and now that you’ve found them, it’d look pretty bad not to give you credit for it.”
“We’re going to have to come up with some name other than Hidden Ones,” said Sushi. “They aren’t hiding, they’re just very small-“
“Nanoids,” suggested Mahatma. “From nanotech-“
“Well, that’s catchy enough,” said Sushi. “Nanoids-“
“A barbarism,” sniffed Beeker. But the name stuck.
Jennie Higgins smiled. Her return to Omega Company-once she’d gotten past the new CO-had been like a reunion with old friends. When she stepped into the mess hall, Sergeant Escrima had made a point of filling her tray himself, proudly pointing out his new gourmet creations. Grinning broadly, Chocolate Harry had given her a purple camouflage T-shirt and fatigue cap with Omega Company insignia to wear-an instant icebreaker when she sat down to chat with the legionnaires. Brandy had thrown her arm around her like a kid sister and taken her on a personal tour of the modular base camp that was the company’s field headquarters on Zenobia.
In fact, except for Major Botchup’s snotty adjutant Lieutenant Snipe, everyone in the company had been eager to make her welcome. And-except for one subject-they’d been more than willing to talk to her. But the minute she mentioned the captain, their expressions turned serious. “You gotta talk to him yourself,” said Chocolate Harry, and everyone else had given her some version or another on the same line, without responding to her attempts to pump them for more information. Jennie was very good at pumping interview subjects, and to hit such a pronounced dry spell was in itself unusual.