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. It's an insiders' joke, I think; I was not let in
on it.
Comet Henderson had been back on duty several months after having her baby
boy. She was slender-solid and tan and beautiful and the combat ribbons on her
pretty chest looked at home there. Sergeant Ezra always did look like a soldier,
once he had legs, and his ribbons showed it, too. A good team.
Why was I breveted to captain? I asked that question right after Hazel
swore me into the Corps-got a silly or reasonable answer depending on your bias.
Because (said Hazel) in every history book in which this was mentioned, I had
been second in charge. The histories did not name others, but they did not say
that we acted alone, so she decided on more fire power and picked her team. (She
decided. She picked. Not Lazarus. Not some THQ brain trust. That suited me.)
Gay Deceiver was manned by its first team, too-Hilda, commanding; Deety, XO
and astrogator; Zeb Carter, chief pilot;
Jake Burroughs, copilot/irrelevancy gear-and Gay herself, conscious,
sentient, and able to pilot herself... not true of any other irrelevancy craft
except Dora (who was too big for this job).
The skipper of the car, Hilda, was under the command of the strike force
team leader. I would have expected a hitch here ... but Hilda had proposed it.
"Hazel, it's got to be that way. Everybody must know who's boss. When it hits
the fan, we can't stop to chat
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