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smiled. "Even though by the time we return, their

heads will be pumped full of patriotism and duty

and all that crap. We may never be able

to deprogram them."

"You're a fraud, Therm," Ben told him.

"You're just as much a hardass as I am. The only

difference between us is that you need a haircut."

Thermopolis laughed and put the VW in gear.

"In your opinion," he said, and drove off toward

the staging area.

As the van passed by him, Ben caught a glimpse

of blond hair in the back seat. He gritted his

teeth. Jerre. He nodded his head at her. She

returned the curt nod.

As the caravan of hippies passed, Ben nodded and

spoke to Zipper and Fly, Santo and Swallow,

Whistler and Wren, Wenceslaus and Zelotes,

Adder and Ima, Udder and Ura,Willow and the others

who made up the large commune.

The platoon of Rebels who had been assigned

to the commune passed by and they waved and yelled at the

general. Ben tossed them a left-handed
mock salute and waited for Emil Hite to pass

by. At least Ben hoped he would pass by and not

stop.