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'They don't mind,' Jaansma said. 'Whatever I think is best for me
they'll go along with. Anyway, I'm eighteen, so it's my decision, isn't
it?'

'The first big one you can make,' Kerle agreed. 'Another question. I
don't suppose you've had any trouble with the authorities?'

'None at all.' The answer came quickly.

'You're sure? Not even a joyriding or maybe a fight or two, or getting
caught with alk or a snort? If it's minor, we can generally get
clearance.'

'Nothing whatsoever.'

The young man's smile was open, sincere.



CHAPTER 4

Capello/Centrum

The Malvern bulged far overhead, dwarfing the line of men trudging
toward its gangway. Garvin Jaansma gaped upward.

'Move along, dungboot,' a cadreman snapped. 'The Confederation don't
want you to break your neck before you even get trained.'

'Good advice, Finf,' a voice grated, 'you being the experienced star
rover and all. I'm surely admiring all your decorations and such.'

The junior noncom flushed. His uniform breast was as slick as his shaven
head. 'Quiet, you.'

The man who'd spoken stared hard, and the finf flinched back as if he'd
been struck.

'Keep on moving,' he muttered, and scurried away.

The man was big in any direction, not fat, but heavy, solid. His face
was set in a perpetual scowl under his forward-combed, thinning black
hair. A scar ran down one cheek and faded out in the middle of his thick
neck. He appeared to be in his early thirties. He wore unshined half
boots, heavy black canvas dungarees, a green tunic that would have been
expensive new, sometime ago, and had a small, battered bag at his feet.
There was a military-looking stencil on it: KIPCHAK, PETR.

He eyed Jaansma and the recruit beside him, snorted, and turned away.