Company’s Private Thomas Crisp, and his clumsy attempt to spread disaffection in the field hospital’s morgue. He had his own cubes and those recorded by the hospital’s provost marshal, with accounts provided by Sergeant Sinisalo, and by Wesley, Justice, and the bystanders. And by Crisp.
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The meeting was interrupted by chirping from Pak’s intercom. His monitor told him it was Administrative Sergeant Major Watanabe. Frowning, Pak spoke to his pickup. “What is it?” he asked.
The answer came via the pickup in his right ear. “General, Corporal Isaiah Vernon is here, with information that may be important to the defections matter. Vernon’s a bot attached to 2nd Regiment, 1st Battalion. Would you like to see him now?”
Pak knew the name. “Bring him in, Sergeant,” Pak said, then broke the connection and looked at Coyote. “Captain, record this. Apparently it’s information on our problem.”
The sergeant major opened the door. A seven-foot warbot stood behind him. “General,” said Watanabe, “this is Corporal Vernon.”
Vernon stepped inside and stopped. “Thank you, Sergeant Major,” Pak said in dismissal, and the door closed. “What do you have for us, Corporal?”
“General, the night before we went on maneuvers, Private Jeremiah Spieler, Speaker Spieler, came to my hut and told me a story. He and I were friends. We’d been in B Company together, and back home I was a student speaker. He told me that the evening before, after lights out, some men came to his tent and woke him up. They told him they needed his advice. So he went outside with them. It turned out they didn’t want advice. They wanted him to help them spread a message in B Company. Quietly, to men he trusted.