Now it was time. But tonight she was out ofsorts, wasn't enjoying the meal. Varlik stopped at his own desk before he left, to place a call to the T'swaembassy. They trashed the barracks, throwing stools out the windowsand smashing benches.
The Birds were known to post lookouts,some with night scanners, in occasional tall ridgetop trees, so a floaterlanding could endanger an entire squad. He'd hung around another barracks, another platoon, talking with the guysthere, until a bell rang, brief but loud, shocking in its unexpectedness. Time to report what the commodore had ordered. He glancedsideways at Romlar.
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