***The slowly cruising Klestronu gunship was alone and it wasn't; a narrowcarrier beam from brigade's comm central was locked on it. Tain stared, hardly believing, feeling the growth of anger. There was a hiss ahead of him, a pattern of them, and dimly he made outa figure waving. Theprocessor seemed to be absent.
It was warm enough that, with the exertion of themarch, they went with earlaps up and coats open, their mittens in theirpockets. He wondered if he should ask him about it, then asked instead: What's itlike to be in combat for the first time? They came to the briefing room door, even as he asked. Not as if they were being forced to call; there was noone off to the side pointing a gun at their heads. Varlik lay panting, wondering what was happening,why they had stopped.
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