All right,Sergeant, seat your prisoner and close the door. The T'swamajor who'd arrived with the cadets was squatting in the darkness outsidethe tent, and Jerym squatted down next to him. Then the downpour hadbegun, no transient summer convection storm, but a slow-moving,pre-autumnal cold front undercutting warm moist air. To them, according to the intelligence briefing, it was Brigade Base Four.
Next to him lay JerymAlsnor, and on Alsnor's other side a picked young captain, a Smoleniintelligence officer selected by Colonel Fossur. I like him. When the timecame, he'd know. During this emergency, Irule Smolen, subject to impeachment by popular referendum.
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