Warhurst thought a packet of detailed tactical data to Rostenkowskiâs biocybe system, providing him with detailed information on the initial assault, the counterattack, and the overall situation since.
âNice twist, using a sniper to discourage that attack,â the major said. âAny civilian casualties?â
âWeâre not sure. Our spotters saw ambulance crews picking up four people, but we donât know if they were dead or just badly hurt when the truck exploded.â
âWell, the important thing was to keep that sort of thing out of the newsiesâ eyes. Good work, Captain.â
âThank you, sir.â He was somewhat irritated by Rostenkowskiâs brusque manner. His Marines had done a hell of a job these past four days, and he was being congratulated for his public relations skills in keeping the collateral damage heâd inflicted out of the netnews downloads.
âThis is an Army deployment area now, Captain. Tell your people to stand down unit by unit as we relieve them.â
âAye aye, sir.â
âOh, and youâd better get yourself presentable.â
âSir?â
âA special TAV is being vectored in to pick you up. Should be grounded within fifteen mikes.â
Warhurst looked down at himself. He was wearing his armor, sans helmet and gauntlets, and the active camo surface was sand-pitted, gritty, and streaked with grime. His one-piece underneath was sweat-soaked and rank; heâd not had a bath in four days, and he knew his depilatory had worn off a couple of days back, leaving him with a distinctly unregulation shadow on his face.
Heâd not brought much in the way of toiletries or spare uniformsâ¦not for a deployment that was supposed to last for a day, two at the most.
âA TAV? Taking me where?â
Rostenkowski shrugged. âBack to Quantico. Donât know why. All I know is to tell you to be ready to goâ¦and toleave your people in charge of your number two.â Rostenkowski turned then and began shouting orders at the soldiers unloading supply crates from one of the transport floaters.
Warhurst used his internal mapping biocybes to locate his XO. He would have to let her know what was going down.
And where the hell was he going to find a clean uniform?
Esteban Residence
Guaymas, Sonora Territory
United Federal Republic, Earth
0902 hours PT
âIâm leaving, Mom. I have to.â
They strolled along the stone-strewn beach, the oily gray surf of the Sea of California lapping at their feet, the muddy breakers just ankle high. The sun blazed low above the mountains in the east, promising another sweltering day. Both John and his mother wore lightweight bodysuits against the UV and the heat, and their faces glistened with blocking oils generated by antisun nanotreatments.
âI know, Johnny. I just wish you werenât joining the Marines, is all.â
âWhy?â He tried a grin. âItâs not like we donât have it in our blood. Garrowayâs March?â
âOh, itâs in your blood, all right. Damn it.â
âThe thing is, I donât want to leave you. Dad can beâ¦tough to live with.â
She sighed. âDonât I know it? Butâ¦he means well. Heâs justâ¦under a lot of stress lately, is allâ¦.â
âDamn it, Mom, I wish youâd quit making excuses for him. He drinks too much, and when heâs drunk, he loses his temper. The cybercontrols donât seem to be helping him much.â
âHe disabled them.â
âWhat?â
She nodded. âAbout six months ago. He admitted it to me, during a fight. He said the control implant made him feel like he wasnât himself.â
âDoes his doctor AI know?â
âI donât know. Itâs his business, not mine.â
âItâs your business if he hits you! If he makes your life miserable!â
âHeâs onlyâ¦gotten physical a couple of