The Tank Lords by David Drake

The warrant leader sighed and fitted the strip into place. It bound slightly, but that was from the way the skirt had been torqued, not the job Simkins was doing on the channel.

“All right,” Ortnahme said, “but we’ll mount it solid so you swing the bow to aim it, all right? I don’t want you screwing around with the grips when you oughta be holding the controls.”

Simkins stopped what he was doing and turned. “Thank you, Mister Ortnahme!” he said, as though he’d just been offered the cherry of the most beautiful woman on the bloody planet.

“Yeah, sure,” the warrant leader said with his face averted. “Believe me, you’re gonna do the work while I sit on my butt ‘n watch.”

Ortnahme set a bolt, then a second. “Hey kid?” he said. “How the hell did you get Tommy to go along with this cop?”

“I told him it was you blasted the Consie with the satchel charge when Tommy opened his warehouse door.”

Ortnahme blinked, “Huh?” he said. “Somebody did that? It sure wasn’t me.”

“Tommy’s got a case of real French brandy for you, sir,” the technician said. He turned and grinned. “And the tribarrel. Because I’m your driver, see? And he didn’t want our asses swingin’ in the breeze again like last night.”

“Bloody hell,” the warrant leader muttered. He placed another bolt and started to grin himself.

“We won’t use engineer stakes,” he said. “I know where there’s a section of 10cm fuel-truck hose sheathing. We’ll cut and bend that. . . .”

“Thank you, Mister Ortnahme.”

“And I guess we could put a pin through the pivot,” Ortnahme went on. “So you could unlock the curst thing if, you know, we got bogged down again.”

“Thank you, Mister Ortnahme!”

Cursed little puppy. But a smart one.

Two blocks from the commo room, Dick Suilin passed the body of a man in loose black garments. The face of the corpse was twisted in a look of ugly surprise. An old scar trailed up his cheek and across an eyebrow, but there was no sign of the injury that had killed him here.

The Slammers’ TOC was almost two kilometers away. Suilin was already so exhausted that his ears buzzed except when he tried to concentrate on something. He decided to head for the infantry-detachment motor pool and try to promote a ride to the north end of the camp.

It occurred to the reporter that he hadn’t seen any vehicles moving in the camp since the combat cars reformed and howled back to their regular berths. As he formed the thought, a light truck drove past and stopped beside the body.

A lieutenant and two soldiers wearing gloves, all of them looking morose, got out. Before they could act, a group of screaming dependents, six women and at least as many children, swept around the end of one of the damage buildings. They pushed the soldiers away, then surrounded the corpse and began kicking it.

Suilin paused to watch. The enlisted men glanced at one another, then toward the lieutenant, who seemed frozen. One of the men said, “Hey, we’re s’posed to take—”

A woman turned and spat in the soldier’s face.

“Murdering Consie bastard! Murdering little Consie bastard!”

Two of the older children were stripping the trousers off the body. A six-year-old boy ran up repeatedly, lashed out with his bare foot, and ran back. He never quite made contact with the corpse.

“Murdering Consie Bastard!”

The officer drew his pistol and fired in the air. The screaming stopped. One woman flung herself to the ground, covering a child with her body. The group backed away, staring at the man with the gun.

The officer aimed at the guerrilla’s body and fired. Dust puffed from the shoulder of the black jacket.

The officer fired twice more, then blasted out the remainder of his ten-round magazine. The hard ground sprayed grit in all directions; one bullet ricocheted and spanged into a doorjamb, missing a child by centimeters at most.

The group of dependents edged away. Bullets had disfigured still further the face of the corpse.

“Well, get on with it!” the lieutenant screamed to his men. His voice sounded tinny from the muzzle blasts of his weapon.

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