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"I could've," Mendro acknowledged. "But it seemed like a good opportunity to get a little more data on your emotional makeup."
"You wanted to see if I'd be too preoccupied to function in combat? Or whether I'd just slag Viljo and be done with it?"
"And losing control either way would've had you out of the unit instantly," Mendro said, his voice hardening. "And before you complain about being unfairly s...
"No, sir. But it wasn't just a single turn around the cage. Cee-three Bai's been holding me up for special notice ever since the training began-and if he had...
"Which let us learn something important about him, didn't it?" Mendro countered coolly.
"Yes, sir. But-"
"Let me put it this way, then," Mendro interrupted. "In all of human history people from one part of a region, country, planet, or system have tended to look...
"It's a small thing and not at all important culturally, and it's therefore damned hard to test for its influence on a given trainee's personality. So withou...
"I see." A week ago, Jonny thought, he'd probably have been angry to learn he'd been used like that. But now . . . he had passed his test, and would be remai...
"Kill them?" Mendro smiled faintly, bitterly, and shook his head. "No. The equipment isn't removable, but at this stage it can be rendered essentially useles...
"And some bitter memories."
Mendro gave him a long, steady look. "We all have those, Moreau. Memories are what ultimately spell the difference between a trainee and a soldier. When you'...
* * *
A week later Jonny, Halloran, Deutsch, Noffke, and Singh-now designated Cobra Team 2/03-left with the other newly-commissioned Cobras on a heavily protected ...
The landing was a disaster. Reacting far quicker than anyone had expected them to, the Troft ground forces intercepted Jonny's team right on the edge of the ...
And he was well on his way to collecting a soldier's memories.
Interlude
Halfway around Asgard from Freyr Complex-removed both in distance and philosophical outlook from the centers of military strength-lay the sprawling city know...
In practice, of course, that was pure myth, and everyone who worked in the dome's shadow knew it. Small, relatively local matters were the province of the lo...
But it did happen.
Committi Sarkiis H'orme's office was about average for one of the thirty most powerful men in the Dominion. Plush carpet, rare-wood paneling, a large desk in...
It was showing now, Vanis D'arl thought, running a critical eye over H'orme as the Committi skimmed through the report he'd prepared. Soon now-probably soone...
Pushing the "page" button one last time, H'orme laid down his comboard and raised his eyes to D'arl's. "Thirty percent. After all the preliminary testing thi...
D'arl nodded. " 'Unsuitability for close work with civilian populations.' It's a catch-all category, I'm afraid, but I couldn't get the numbers broken down a...
"You see what this implies, though, don't you? For the tests to have missed that badly, something must have changed between the prelims and the final cut; an...
D'arl pursed his lips. "Well . . . it may just be a temporary feeling of power induced by their new abilities," he suggested. "A taste of warfare might make ...
"Perhaps. But perhaps not." H'orme flipped to the report directory, found an item. "Three hundred of them sent out in the first landing wave; six hundred mor...
"Too soon to tell," D'arl shook his head.
For a moment the other was silent. D'arl let his attention drift to the triangular windows at H'orme's back and the panoramic view of Dome it provided. Some ...
"Hm." H'orme gazed at his comboard again. "Three hundred already in action. No. No, the reasons the Committee gave its approval in the first place are still ...
"Yes, sir," D'arl nodded. "It might help if I knew exactly what you were looking for."
H'orme waved a hand vaguely. "Oh, call it a . . . a Titan complex, I suppose. The belief that one is so powerful that one is above normal laws and standards....
D'arl had to smile at that. Imagine, a Committi of the Dominion worried about too much power in a single individual! Still, he saw the other's point. The Cob...
"No, I'll do it later. I want to study the numbers more closely first."
"Yes, sir." The unspoken implication being that some of those figures might wind up in H'orme's personal database rather than in the more accessible main Dom...
"Please. And add in an extra pot of cahve; I expect I'll be working late this evening."
"Yes, sir." D'arl got to his feet. "I'll probably also be in my office until later if you need me."
H'orme grunted acknowledgment, already engrossed in the comboard again. Walking silently on the thick carpet, D'arl crossed to the inlaid grafwood door. The ...
And after that . . . it would probably be best to have the dining service send up two dinners instead of just one. It looked like this could be a long evenin...
Warrior: 2406
The apartment living room was small and cluttered, with the kind of sad dinginess that comes more from lack of time and materials rather than from lack of in...
"Like this?" a tentative voice asked from beside him.
Jonny looked down at the rumpled piece of paper and the lines and numbers the child had written there. "Well, the first three are right," he nodded. "But the...
"I'll get it," Danice interrupted, attacking the geometry problem with renewed vigor. "Don't tell me."
Jonny smiled, gazing fondly at the girl's tangled red hair and determined frown as she redid her work. Danice was ten years old, the same age that Jonny's si...
But Danice was growing up in a war zone, and no strength of character could get her through that entirely unscathed. So far she'd been lucky: though crowded ...
Given sufficient time, though, that was bound to change, especially if the Cobras overstayed their welcome in this part of Cranach and brought the Trofts dow...
Through the open window came the dull thump of a distant thunderclap. "What was that?" Danice asked, her pencil pausing on the paper.