There was a ripple of nods and mumbled “Yes, sirs.”
“I can’t hear you!”
“YES, SIR!”
Phule grinned at the shouted response.
“That’s better. Now, let’s go back to our hotel. I’ll be talking to this reporter in the cocktail lounge, if any of you want to listen in. Haven’t met a reporter or a Legionnaire yet who’d pass up a free drink.”
Scattered shouts of approval and mutual encouragement met this, as the Legionnaires abandoned their hiding post in the alley and headed for the hotel. Much of the banter had the overloud, overexuberant flair of individuals who weren’t really sure of themselves and were drawing on each other for courage, but they were moving, and moving as a unit.
Phule waited until most of them had filed out of the alley before following, falling in step beside the supply sergeant.
“Well, C.H. What do you think now?”
“I dunno, Cap’n,” Harry answered with a slow shake of his head. “What you say sounds well and good on paper, but I don’t think you know what kinda hard cases some of us have nosin’ around our trails. Truth to tell, I wouldn’t bet much on our crew’s chances if we really have to tangle with ‘em someday. I mean, I’m probably one of the best in the company when it comes to mixin’ it up, and I was the weak sister of my old ga-my old club.”
The commander politely ignored the inadvertent reference to the supply sergeant’s past. He had suspected since meeting him that Harry had never been a lone wolf.
“Then I guess it’s up to us to work the company until they’re ready to take on all comers. If nothing else, we can field more firepower than most. Now all we have to do is coach the troops to keep it pointed downrange.”