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SPEC-OPS
L. E. Modesitt, Jr.

"We can't afford a war, General."
"We'll have a war with Seasia sooner or later. We can afford later less
than sooner."
"The people won't stand for it, and no nation has ever stood for long
against the will of its citizens."
"Then change their minds. We need this war."
"Change your weapons, General, if you need this war."

Excerpt from: The Right War
SONYDREAMS, 2043

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I.
1559. Khorbel deJahn slid into the dim pod, sensies flicking to Duty OpsCon.
"Up-what, sir?"

"You're last, Tech deJahn. Chimbats," replied the major. "Nu-type. Seasies
haven't seen. Take over from Hennesy. Third seat."

Leastwise, no scroaches. DeJahn link-pulsed.

Hennesy blinked, unlinked, and stood. "You got it, deJahn."

"Got it."

Hennesy had left the sensie-seat hot, damp. DeJahn wiped it with the cloth he
always brought. Still hated taking over a hot seat. Leastwise, he was beside Meralez.
Her eyes were open, link-blank. Sexy eyes when she was in her skull, not like now.

He pulled the thin mesh cap into place over his short mil-cut hair. Made sure
the contacts handshook, blanked his thoughts, and settled into the link. Tech first
deJahn.

Accepted. Flash background: Chimbats. Three families, each of twenty-five
units. Target: any personnel at biointerdict station beta-four. See plot.

Firsties were just chitterings, light-darts in blackness. Be a while before the
biogator expelled the chimbats from the pouch under its ridged back. Side-mind
went to the back plot, illuminated only in his thoughts. Green blips were the gators,
swimming upstream after a tidal boost. Red blip was target--Seasie biointerdict
station. An hour plus to release.

DeJahn hated pre-release. Babysitting chims just in case the vector got
zapped. Seasies weren't going to see gators in one of a dozen canals and muddy
streams, not the main river channel.