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field now."

Khadaji shook his head. "Where are they coming from?"

"IC would love to know. I hear the Old Man would give his left nut and a
kilogram of bauxite to be able to spike the leaders." He took another blast
from the flickstick. "You ever do any ratface-time, Emile?"

Khadaji smiled. "Sure. I did my tour sitting planet and pushing disks for a
supply unit. Strictly button-thumbing stats, Subbie. Never saw action."

"Yeah? What unit?"

"14-788 Quartermasters, on Tomodachi. Been a few years." The unit was real
enough, Khadaji had known men who served in it while he was training, but in
fact his own unit had been the 14-433 Jumptroop Plex and he'd seen more action
than most of the soldiers on this world. Too much.

The Lojtnant nodded, not really interested. He looked around for a table with
an empty stool. "Emile, who's working the sheets tonight? Anybody worth a
week's pay?"

"Marj is on, Brin, Roj, Davisito, and... let's see, I think Sister Clamp is on
at 1800."

"Sister Clamp, huh? I heard she's something else. Expensive, too."

"You can't take it with you, Subbie. Never know but you might get pulled out
of that air-conditioned T-plex and put on the line."

"Shee-it, they'll have to be scraping the walls for that. Still, I might get
flattened by a ground-effect tank crossing the street. Eighteen, you said?"

"I can put in a word, if you like, maybe get her to give you an uprank
discount."

Lojtnant Subru nodded again. "Yeah. Do that, would you? I'd appreciate it."

The soldier wandered off, trailing the smell of cashews.

"Afternoo', Chief."

Khadaji's head pubtender stood there, looking grave.

"Butch. A problem?"

"We runnin' low on mid-range sops. Las' week's delivery was short two gross
and we only got half what we need 'til next shipment."

"What do you think, Butch?"