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"Only that my headache's supposed to go away in a couple more hours." The past three days had been genuine killers, with back-to-back tests running from seve...
"Uh-huh. So . . . you've said your good-byes and all? Everything settled there?"
Jonny tossed a pair of socks into his suitcase and sat down beside it on his bed. "Jame, I'm too tired to play tag around the mountain. What exactly is on yo...
Jame sighed. "Well, to put it bluntly . . . Alyse Carne is kind of upset that you didn't discuss this whole thing with her before you went ahead and did it."...
Jonny frowned, searching his memory. He hadn't seen Alyse since the tests began, of course, but she'd seemed all right the last time they'd been together. "W...
"Mona Biehl," Jame said. "And of course Alyse wouldn't have told you directly-it's too late for you to change things now."
"So why are you telling me?"
"Because I think you ought to make an effort to go see her tonight. To show that you still care about her before you run off to save the rest of humanity."
Something in his brother's voice made Jonny pause, the planned retort dying in his throat. "You disapprove of what I'm doing, don't you?" he asked quietly.
Jame shook his head. "No, not at all. I'm just worried that you're going into this without really understanding what you're getting into."
"I'm twenty-one years old, Jame-"
"And have lived all your life in a medium-sized town on a frontier-class world. Face it, Jonny-you function well enough here, but you're about to tackle thre...
Jonny sighed. Coming from anyone else, words like that would have been grounds for a strong denial . . . but Jame had an innate understanding of people that ...
"I know-and I don't have any great suggestions for you, either." Jame waved helplessly. "I guess I just wanted to make sure you at least were leaving here wi...
"Yeah. Thanks." Jonny sent his gaze slowly around the room, seeing things that he'd stopped noticing years ago. Now, almost a week after his decision, it was...
Possibly forever.
"You think Alyse would like to see me, huh?" he asked, bringing his eyes back to Jame.
The other nodded. "I'm sure it would make her feel a little better, yeah. Besides which-" He hesitated. "This may sound silly, but I also think that the more...
Jonny snorted. "You mean out among the decadence of the big worlds? Come on, Jame, you don't really believe that sophistication implies depravity, do you?"
"Of course not. But someone's bound to try and convince you that depravity implies sophistication."
Jonny waved his hands in a gesture of surrender. "Okay; that's it. I've warned you before: the point where you start with the aphorisms is the point where I ...
"Sure." Jame got up and gave Jonny a lopsided smile. "Take your time; you'll have plenty of chances to catch up on your sleep on the way to Asgard."
Jonny shook his head in mock exasperation. "One thing I'm not going to miss about this place is having my own live-in advice service."
It wasn't true, of course . . . but then, both of them knew that.
* * *
The farewells at the Horizon City Port the next morning were as painful as Jonny had expected them to be, and it was with an almost bittersweet sense of reli...
Overhead, the first stars were beginning to appear, and Jonny smiled at the sight. His way of life on Horizon had certainly been comfortable, but at twenty-o...
And with that attitude firmly settled in his mind, he gave his full attention to the viewport, eagerly awaiting his first glimpse of a real star ship.
* * *
Skylark 407 was a commercial liner, the majority of its three hundred passengers business professionals and tourists. A handful, though, were new recruits li...
For Jonny, the next five days were ones of awkward-and not totally successful-cultural adjustment. Jammed together in communal rooms, with less privacy than ...
In a way he was right . . . but in another way, he was very wrong.
* * *
The registration foyer was a room as large as the Horizon City Concert Hall, and it was almost literally packed with people. At the far end, past the dotted ...
JONNY MOREAU
HORIZON: HN-89927-238-2825p
ASSIGNED ROOM: AA-315 FREYR COMPLEX
UNIT: COBRAS
UNIT ORIENTATION: C-662 FREYR COMPLEX:
1530 HOURS
Cobras. The transport had included a generous selection of military reference material, and Jonny had spent several hours reading all he could about the Army...
Cobras. What could a unit named after a poisonous Earth snake be assigned to do? Decontamination procedures, perhaps, or else something having to do with ant...
Someone slammed into his back, nearly knocking the card out of his hand. "Get the phrij out of the road," a lanky man snarled, pushing past him. Neither the ...
"Sorry," Jonny muttered as the man disappeared into the flow. Gritting his teeth, he sped up, glancing up at the glowing direction indicators lining the wall...
Room C-662 was his first indication that perhaps he'd jumped to the wrong conclusion. Instead of the battalion-sized auditorium he'd expected, the room was b...
"Jonny Moreau, sir," Jonny told him, glancing quickly at the wall clock. But it was still only 1528, and the other merely nodded and made a notation on a com...
Exactly at 1530 the older of the uniformed men stood up. "Good afternoon, gentlemen," he nodded. "I'm Cee-two Rand Mendro, Cobra Unit Commander, and I'd like...
He paused, and Jonny felt his stomach curling into a knot. An elite unit-as he'd wanted-and the chance to help civilian populations-as he'd also wanted. But ...