Fingas Kelromak didn't reply, didn't nod, simply held the older man's eyesfor a long moment. He was older, a lot older, than she'd expected, but he stoodstraight, his gray eyes calm and intelligent. Drunk or not, in half a minute they were ready to leave. Their squad sergeants took command then, instructing.
Her speech was thick; she wore a rubber mouthpieceto protect her tongue and cheeks from her teeth, a mouthpiece too big tospit out. It was more than a home. Then the troopers grouped in threes, two as canny fighters lackingjokanru; the one would subdue the two. Besides, there were journalists, prominent ones, who'd grown upin The Movement and knew the T'sel.
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