A Desert Called Peace Part 18

After watching the legislators being disgorged from the cars that had brought them, Parilla turned away from the window to address the Cabinet. Sounding sincere, he said, "In a few minutes we will be able to legally enact the legislation the country will need to shoulder its burden of responsibility to the world community and avenge our own dead. I think that the men outside will not permit much debate on the matter. Mr. President, I suggest that you use all of your political skills to push this vote through as quickly and painlessly as possible."

Arias stood straight. "I, for one, have no intention of permitting this to happen. I will not stand by and make some gringo the commander of the forces of the Republic. You can kill kill me if you wish," he sneered. "But I will not go along." me if you wish," he sneered. "But I will not go along."

Soothingly, Carrera said, "Senor Arias, you wrong me. I have no intention of either harming you or being the commander. For one thing, I Arias, you wrong me. I have no intention of either harming you or being the commander. For one thing, I was was a gringo; for all that I live here in Balboa now. The troops have no great reason to trust me. They don't even know me. Moreover, having a gringo commander will make the whole thing smack of an FSC ploy to keep effective rule over Balboa. a gringo; for all that I live here in Balboa now. The troops have no great reason to trust me. They don't even know me. Moreover, having a gringo commander will make the whole thing smack of an FSC ploy to keep effective rule over Balboa.

"No, sir, I will not be the commander. I wouldn't accept it, at this time, if it were offered. General Parilla, however, is fully suited to command this force. He has my loyalty. He plainly has the loyalty of those men outside. He is the only former military ruler in Balboa's history ever to voluntarily step down from office to return real rule to an elected civilian government. Senor Arias, you may relax. General Raul Dario Parilla will be the commander of this force." I will merely be his executive officer... I will merely be his executive officer... very very executive executive.

Arias did not, repeat not not, trust this gringo son of a b.i.t.c.h in the slightest. He had one last strong card to play to stop him and he used it.

"Gentlemen, there is one little problem," Arias said. "Get the entire legislative a.s.sembly to vote for your little project and it still wouldn't matter. It would require a plebiscite to recreate a true armed force for Balboa. That would take months to set up and tally the votes on."

"That is true, Senor, as far as it goes," Carrera conceded with a shrug. Thank G.o.d for good lawyering. Thank G.o.d for good lawyering. "But it is certainly within the power of the Legislative a.s.sembly to sponsor a non-governmental organization within the Republic. Much as the Gauls have sponsored Justice Without Borders or Helvetia has sponsored our planet's version of the Red Cross. The...oh, for now let's call it "But it is certainly within the power of the Legislative a.s.sembly to sponsor a non-governmental organization within the Republic. Much as the Gauls have sponsored Justice Without Borders or Helvetia has sponsored our planet's version of the Red Cross. The...oh, for now let's call it El Legio del Cid El Legio del Cid ...could even pay to the Republic what the World League pays to contributing states for peacekeepers, one thousand Federated States drachma a month each for troops actually deployed. That is, of course, a.s.suming the FSC supports us as I expect they will. Seriously, I and General Parilla can promise the Republic one thousand drachma per man actually deployed, per month, after operational costs are paid but before any other expenditures are made. Gentlemen, that is, potentially, sixty to one hundred and fifty-six million drachma a year. Where else; ...could even pay to the Republic what the World League pays to contributing states for peacekeepers, one thousand Federated States drachma a month each for troops actually deployed. That is, of course, a.s.suming the FSC supports us as I expect they will. Seriously, I and General Parilla can promise the Republic one thousand drachma per man actually deployed, per month, after operational costs are paid but before any other expenditures are made. Gentlemen, that is, potentially, sixty to one hundred and fifty-six million drachma a year. Where else; how how else, could the government increase its revenues by over fourteen percent so easily?" else, could the government increase its revenues by over fourteen percent so easily?" Where else could you find that much extra money to steal? Where else could you find that much extra money to steal?

President Rocaberti scowled darkly. This b.a.s.t.a.r.d gringo had been talking to some lawyers, and apparently rather good ones. And the plebiscite had been his next to last card and last really good one. He'd played it and lost. There was only one thing left and he doubted it would work, not if they had serious financing as he had considerable evidence witness the desertion of his personal guard that they did.

Looking into Carrera's eyes, the president felt a chill. He's polite enough here, now. But he's got the look of madness about him. One last effort then. He's polite enough here, now. But he's got the look of madness about him. One last effort then.

"We cannot tax the Cristobal Free Zone to support what is, in essence, a private activity. The merchants would be up in arms," Rocaberti insisted. "It would be unconst.i.tutional."

Inwardly, both Parilla and Carrera smiled. They'd expected this. Indeed, they'd wanted it. By refusal to fund, the government also gave up any semblance of control. All that blather about controlling the force by withholding funding? Gone now, with the refusal to fund. Moreover, they had a full list of demands to be made. The haggling then began.

By a reasonably large majority the Legislative Council ordered the creation of a non-governmental organization, or NGO, final name to be determined, of not more than thirteen thousand, five hundred expeditionary troops plus required support back home (and the legislators had no clue as to how much support back home might be required), to secure the Republic from foreign enemies. It further required Raul Dario Parilla to negotiate a memorandum of understanding with the Federated States for the use and support of that force. The NGO so created was to quell the scourge of terrorism wherever it might be found. The legislators pa.s.sed as well the enabling legislation to facilitate and govern such a force.

Casa Linda, 4/10/459 AC Down in the cool and damp bas.e.m.e.nt of Carrera's headquarters, the sergeant major stubbed out another cigarette as he labored to sort personnel files into a semblance of order. The files had been provided by an a.s.sistant to Major Jimenez. Except for meals, hasty ones, and brief periods for sleep, no one on Carrera's staff had taken any time off from their duties since Balboa had been attacked. Carrera was working himself no less than he and McNamara were working the men.

Beginning on the night of the 28th the house had been the scene of constant meetings and coordination sessions between Carrera and members of the Civil Force. At some of these the sergeant major had been present. Other members of Carrera's staff attended others. the house had been the scene of constant meetings and coordination sessions between Carrera and members of the Civil Force. At some of these the sergeant major had been present. Other members of Carrera's staff attended others.

It wasn't really McNamara's job to be selecting personnel. The Staff's II the personnel management office, under Tom Christian should have been doing it. They, however, were tied up in other things, notably coordination between Balboa and Abogado's nascent FMTGRB. So it was left to Mac to fill in the chain of command for the force that Carrera intended to lead into the war. To this end he was currently matching files to positions. The commanders and primary staff had long since been filled. The Sergeant Major was working on secondary staff now.

Siegel came in burdened by another stack of personnel files. "'An action pa.s.sed on is an action completed,' Top," he announced, dumping the files in front of McNamara. "These ones have been cleared by Fernandez."

McNamara looked at the top of the stack Siegel had brought. There, in plain English, was a summary of each file in the stack. "Sig, what t'e h.e.l.l are you doing here? You're way too smart for t'is."

"Doing here? You mean with the old man?"

Seeing that this was exactly what McNamara meant, Siegel continued, "Oh...I just follow him out of idle curiosity."

The Sergeant Major tapped his fingers impatiently.

"I'm only half joking, Sergeant Major. Most people are predictable. The boss is not. Just watching him operate is a laugh a minute; always has been. Oh, I don't mean him, him, so much as watching the people around him. You and me, for example." so much as watching the people around him. You and me, for example."

"Get out, Sig. And go tell t'e cook to put on more coffee."

"Sure, Top. But don't you you ever wonder about why we're here? You know, you can tell a lot about somebody by what he reads; what he thinks is worth reading. I was up at the Boss' desk two nights ago and he had a book out, face down. Know what I saw when I picked it up?" ever wonder about why we're here? You know, you can tell a lot about somebody by what he reads; what he thinks is worth reading. I was up at the Boss' desk two nights ago and he had a book out, face down. Know what I saw when I picked it up?"

"No and I don't care, eit'er."

"Yes, you do." Siegel closed his eyes, dredging up the memory. "I read:"

"I loved you, and so I took these tides of men Into my hands and wrote my will Upon the sky in stars..."

"Lawrence of Arabia, Top. And the CO had it specially marked."

"T'e cook, Siegel. Coffee."

McNamara watched Siegel make his exit, then made a notation on one file and shoved it aside. He reached for another.

Opening it, the sergeant major saw that this file was for a former BDC officer who had been in command of a company during the '47 invasion. For whatever reason, Fernandez had marked it "Politically Necessary." The officer, a Major Manuel Rocaberti, was a graduate of the Federated States Military Academy at River Watch, Cla.s.s of 438. The file had not been signed off on by Jimenez. This was odd.

River Watch? This, with Fernandez's notation, were enough for the sergeant major. He had dozens more files to check out tonight. The Balboan officer, Manuel Rocaberti, was a.s.signed to an important billet in the Ia, the operations office. This, with Fernandez's notation, were enough for the sergeant major. He had dozens more files to check out tonight. The Balboan officer, Manuel Rocaberti, was a.s.signed to an important billet in the Ia, the operations office.

Office of the President of the Republic of Balboa, 4/10/459 AC President Rocaberti made a few last minute notes on the speech he would give the people of Balboa telling them that their country had decided to pledge itself sort of, in an only semi-official, non-governmental way to the war against the terrorists. Ultimately, what had decided him to cease resistance and to cooperate was not Parilla's or Carrera's persuasion, nor even the gutless capitulation of the cabinet and Legislative Council. Instead, Rocaberti had been persuaded by the very attractive prospect of getting the old guard of the BDC out of the country for a while. Given a bit of time, and relief from pressure by the radicals of Pina's old political party and their BDC minions, Rocaberti thought he would have a much better chance of bringing a lasting democracy which he defined as an oligarchy of the upper cla.s.ses to Balboa. It was the silver lining in this very dark cloud.

The President looked up from his note making. It was time to address the nation.

At the signal from the television man the President began.

"People of Balboa, eleven days ago our country was attacked. We were attacked brutally, suddenly, without warning and with no provocation on our part. We did nothing nothing to provoke this attack in which hundreds of our people were murdered. The targets of that attack were not our country's defenders of the Civil Force, but inoffensive civilians going about their daily lives, innocent children, and our women." to provoke this attack in which hundreds of our people were murdered. The targets of that attack were not our country's defenders of the Civil Force, but inoffensive civilians going about their daily lives, innocent children, and our women."

"Even now a great army of vengeance and justice is being a.s.sembled from all over the world to resist and reverse this aggression, to free the peaceful people of the world from the threat of terror. Free peoples from every corner of the globe have pledged themselves to this worthy and n.o.ble task.

"In this desperate hour, the Republic of Balboa cannot s.h.i.+rk its responsibility to the rest of the world. Last night, in a late night session which was attended by myself, my cabinet, the National Legislative Council, and those men of the Civil Force whose job it will be to carry the fight to come, the Government of the Republic of Balboa, by an overwhelming majority, voted to facilitate the sending of an expeditionary force to a.s.sist the other democracies to end this plague.

"The patriotic and brave soldiers of the Civil Force will be the vanguard and center of our part of this armada armada. However, because they are few and the enemy many, because we need to secure our homeland as well as carry the fight to the enemies of civilization, the Legislative Council has authorized only that one thousand and fifty men of the Military Police companies of the Civil Force, exactly one quarter their strength, may transfer to the new. Any men recently retired may also volunteer without cost to their pensions.

"Still, the new organization will need several thousand volunteers to bring its units to the size needed for this operation. I call upon the young men of the Republic to give of themselves by volunteering for this enterprise."

Like hundreds of thousands across Balboa, Ricardo Cruz, aged seventeen, sat among family and friend in front of the snowy screen of the family television. (For while satellite television was in theory available, the premium tacked on by the Rocaberti family which controlled it made it prohibitively expensive for simple farmers.) Cruz contemplated his immediate plans. Tomorrow I will go down to the police station and sign up. Tomorrow I will go down to the police station and sign up.

He thought of Cara and her feelings on the subject. She is so sweet...so pretty too. But she'll never understand that I She is so sweet...so pretty too. But she'll never understand that I have have to go. to go.

Manuel Rocaberti, too, watched his uncle's speech. His feelings on the subject were far different from Cruz's, however. Only that morning he had spoken to his Uncle, the President.

"Shut up, Manuel. You owe this to the family," the President had commanded.

Manuel pleaded, "But, Tio Guillermo Tio Guillermo, I'm no good. I've tried and I just don't have it. I've no business being a soldier."

"You're not going there to be a soldier, boy. You're going there to be a spy, my spy. I don't trust Parilla and I trust his pet gringo with the electric eyes even less. Those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds forced this f.u.c.king under-the-table rearmament down my throat. I don't like it."

"So what can I I do about it? do about it? Jesu Cristo, Tio Jesu Cristo, Tio, I'm not going as anything or anyone important."

"Watch, report, impede if possible. It isn't likely that they'll really be able to raise this force, not from scratch. Parilla's never been in command of a real army. And this gringo of his was what? a lieutenant colonel? All of that? Even you you were a major," the president sneered. "But I want you there to make it as unlikely as possible, even so." were a major," the president sneered. "But I want you there to make it as unlikely as possible, even so."

Interlude

United Nations Stars.h.i.+p Kofi Annan, 29 July, 2067 The s.h.i.+p onscreen bore a name in English letters, though that name was Chinese.

The Cheng Ho Cheng Ho drifted slowly in high orbit around the planet people back home were already calling Terra Nova, or something similar in their own languages. In Arabic, for example, it was " drifted slowly in high orbit around the planet people back home were already calling Terra Nova, or something similar in their own languages. In Arabic, for example, it was "al Donya al Jedida," in Chinese, "Xing She Jie," though the Chinese were as likely to say, "Xing Zhong Guo" which meant "New Middle Kingdom." Then again, for the Chinese, very little could be even of conceptual importance that was not China and Chinese.

The Cheng Ho Cheng Ho hadn't sent word to Earth in six years, despite having carried several dozen messenger-bots capable of, and intended to, carry news from the s.h.i.+p homeward. hadn't sent word to Earth in six years, despite having carried several dozen messenger-bots capable of, and intended to, carry news from the s.h.i.+p homeward.

Like the earlier robotic probe, the Cristobal Colon, Cristobal Colon, the the Cheng Ho Cheng Ho had taken off, in 2060, propelled by Sol's rays and laser stations positioned on planets, planetoids and in s.p.a.ce. The laser stations had, by that year, grown much more numerous and powerful, cutting the time of flight to the rift nearly in half. had taken off, in 2060, propelled by Sol's rays and laser stations positioned on planets, planetoids and in s.p.a.ce. The laser stations had, by that year, grown much more numerous and powerful, cutting the time of flight to the rift nearly in half.

There had been much celebration on Earth when the s.h.i.+p had begun its long journey to the stars. Every country, every ethnicity, and nearly every interest group had a reason to be proud. Indeed, each had a stake in the voyage, on an emotional level at least, as the pa.s.sengers had been carefully handpicked to be the best and the brightest representatives of their respective ascriptive, ethnic, cultural or national groups. As a matter of fact, not only were they the best and the brightest, much care had been taken to ensure they were also the most forward thinking, the least intolerant, persons available from those groups.

The crew were not quite as diverse, being largely American, English, Chinese, j.a.panese, Indian and Brazilian with only token members from other nations. But the pa.s.sengers?

There were three hundred and sixty-four Moslems, one hundred and eighty-one non-Moslem Europeans, a like number of Americans, roughly three hundred each Indians and Chinese, and about eight hundred pa.s.sengers from other groups and nations. The average IQ was over one hundred and forty and the average adult educational level the PhD.

Thus, it had come as something of a shock when, a year after launch, the captain of the s.h.i.+p reported a murder. Moreover, the shock to Earth when he mentioned "rioting youths" was enough to cause an initial news blackout against any further reports from the Cheng Ho Cheng Ho as tens of thousand more "youths" rioted in sympathy across the globe The blackout itself was followed by considerable censors.h.i.+p on what news was later allowed, yet clearly the problem of "rioting youths" had remained. as tens of thousand more "youths" rioted in sympathy across the globe The blackout itself was followed by considerable censors.h.i.+p on what news was later allowed, yet clearly the problem of "rioting youths" had remained.

"Well, n.o.body's rioting aboard her now," observed the captain of the follow-on s.h.i.+p, the UNS Kofi Annan Kofi Annan, an exploration frigate, the first of its cla.s.s, fitted out to search for and bring back news from the Cheng Ho. Cheng Ho.

"No, ma'am," answered an ensign manning the remote sensing station as the Annan Annan reached the outer limits of its sensing range. "With radiation levels that high there's n.o.body alive on board. Only one shuttle missing, too. And its bay doesn't look like it saw many dockings or take offs. Only light burning, you see, Captain." reached the outer limits of its sensing range. "With radiation levels that high there's n.o.body alive on board. Only one shuttle missing, too. And its bay doesn't look like it saw many dockings or take offs. Only light burning, you see, Captain."

The captain grimaced and nodded, grimly. Hitting a b.u.t.ton on her command chair to activate the on-board intercom, she said, "Marines? This is the captain speaking. I want a recon team ready in thirty minutes, full hardened suits ups.h.i.+elded for heavy radiation. Major Ridilla, meet me in my cabin for instructions. Flight deck? Prepare to bring them to the Cheng Ho Cheng Ho. I want you to dock and wait to retrieve them. Captain, out."

Chapter Eleven.

Gold cannot always find good soldiers, but good soldiers can always find gold.-Machiavelli, The Prince The Prince

Casa Linda, 5/10/459 AC For a change the Casa Linda was quiet. Differently from the past month, this day there were no shouting matches, no screaming in the halls. Even the keyboards and printers of the computers bought to design the force were silent. Above stairs, the only sounds were the hum of the window-mounted air conditioners, the sound of the kitchen staff going about its business, and the steady drumming of the incessant rain.

None of those sounds penetrated below to the bas.e.m.e.nt which held, among other things, a plain but well equipped conference room. In this the entire staff, minus Lourdes but with Abogado added, had collected themselves for the final decision brief.

It was informal, that brief, as Carrera (once known as Hennessey) was, himself, informal. He sat at one end of the table that ran lengthwise down the room. The primary staff, some of the important secondaries, and Abogado filled the rest of the s.p.a.ces. The remainder sat behind Carrera on upholstered chairs in three rows of five. Soult sat at a keyboard, in front and all the way to the right.

There was nothing on the walls but for three projection screens opposite Carrera and thirteen carved poles with bronze placards and topped by gilded or silvered, carved eagles.

This is going to be an insufferable data dump, Carrera fumed. Carrera fumed. G.o.d, I hate meetings. Nothing to be done for it, though. G.o.d, I hate meetings. Nothing to be done for it, though.

"Let's get to it," he began. "Matthias, what do we have to work with?"

The Sachsen cleared his throat and answered, "Not as much as I'd like. Ze most und, Patricio, I mean ze most most I vas able to come up viz vas seven hundred fifty million. Vorse, you can't use all uff it. I leveraged you zo hard zat you simply must keep a reserve to cover any downturn in your family's fortunes...zay, eight perzent. You may be able to use zat, even to dip a little deeper later on, if ze economy improves, generally." I vas able to come up viz vas seven hundred fifty million. Vorse, you can't use all uff it. I leveraged you zo hard zat you simply must keep a reserve to cover any downturn in your family's fortunes...zay, eight perzent. You may be able to use zat, even to dip a little deeper later on, if ze economy improves, generally."

Carrera had hoped for more but...

"Fair enough, Matthias. Let's see the Table of Organization and Equipment you've come up with, Dan."

All three projection screens lit up. The two on the flanks showed spreadsheets. The right one was budget, broken down by major element of expense: Pay, Subsistence, Operations, Major End Items, and the like. Some of those were further subdivided as, for example, Major End Items which showed separate entries for Small and Crew-served Arms, Aviation, Armor, Artillery, Transportation, Command and Control, Intelligence, Medical, Foreign Military Training Group, and so forth.

The left screen was a detailed breakdown by rank and military occupational specialty, or MOS, for the entire force to include the rump that would be left behind to send support forward and train replacements.

The center screen was a diagram marked "Brigade Table of Organization." Carrera knew it already, in general terms. After all, he'd been in everyone's s.h.i.+t for the last five weeks as they struggled through. The chart showed one unit, marked as a rectangle with a large X feeding to each corner and a smaller one above to show the size; namely, a brigade. The larger X indicated the type, infantry. Above that box and to the right was a number, "4997". This was the strength, not subdivided by rank, they'd agreed on.

One line ran down from that box to touch another line that ran almost from one side of the screen to the other. Twelve short lines descended from that longer one to a series of boxes. These twelve boxes had other symbols inside. Four showed large X's for infantry, one marked with the X and oval symbol for mechanized infantry, and one with crossed arrows for special operations troops or "Cazadors." -the word meant basically the same thing as "Jaegers," "Cha.s.seurs," or "Rangers." Still others were marked for Artillery (a single large dot representing a cannon ball), Combat Support ("CS"), Aviation (a propeller), Service Support (SSP), Headquarters (HQ), and Naval (an Anchor). Numbers showing above these boxes ranged from "372" for the smallest unit, the Cazadors, to "578" for the largest, the Service Support people.

Above each of that series of boxes were drawn two vertical lines, indicating that the units were "battalions."

"Let's just call a f.u.c.king spade a spade, shall we?" Carrera said. "We're forming with the intention of hiring ourselves to the Federated States. That makes us mercenaries even though we may call ourselves "auxiliaries." Traditionally, mercenaries form "legions." Moreover, we're going to be about the same size as a traditional, Old Earth Roman legion. Additionally, if you subtract the aviation and naval groups, we have ten sub-units just as did the legions of ancient Rome. And while we're at it," he added, "note that the sizes of our battalions are a bit small to really be battalions. Call us us a legion and them f.u.c.king cohorts. Or celibate cohorts, for that matter, I don't give a s.h.i.+t." a legion and them f.u.c.king cohorts. Or celibate cohorts, for that matter, I don't give a s.h.i.+t."

A really good subordinate must sometimes read his leader's mind, even in fairly trivial matters. Carrera had hand picked some pretty good ones. He was unsurprised, therefore, when all traces of the word "Brigade" were instantly replaced with "legion" and all references to "Battalion" became "Cohort".

"It occurred to several of us, too, Pat," Kuralski explained.

"No comment, General Abogado?" Carrera asked.

"Your command and control is going to be stretched with twelve subunits reporting directly to headquarters," Abogado answered. "On the other hand, when I was commanding the old 391st Separate Brigade here I had one mech battalion, plus two infantry, one special forces, one combat support, one military police, an aviation, a service support, a jungle operations school, an attached infantry battalion attending the jungle school, an international school and a headquarters battalion all reporting to me, plus two full brigades of the Territorial Militia that would have deployed here in the event of war. So I think it's in the realm of the Separate Brigade here I had one mech battalion, plus two infantry, one special forces, one combat support, one military police, an aviation, a service support, a jungle operations school, an attached infantry battalion attending the jungle school, an international school and a headquarters battalion all reporting to me, plus two full brigades of the Territorial Militia that would have deployed here in the event of war. So I think it's in the realm of the plausible plausible, at least. Moreover, I didn't command the air force and naval commands here. Instead I had to coordinate. Command is easier."

"Yeah, I'm not worried about that. Okay, if we can't afford it, it's a pipe dream. Let's talk money, Dan," Carrera said.

Kuralski nodded. "The biggest element of expense is troop related: pay, subsistence, allowances, operations, training which includes maintenance and training ammunition ammunition, for the brigade, err, legion. It's based on paying forty percent of FSA scales, housing them in tents, feeding them at local costs for food..."

Clinton, the supply man, piped in, "Sir, myself and the log officer checked local wholesale prices on that and matched them against FS Army ration schedules. No more than one hundred drachma per man, per month to feed the troops well well."

"Yes," Kuralski agreed, "but we don't know if that would be feeding them what they like. I suspect feeding a good local diet will be a little cheaper."

"Enough cheaper to make a difference?" Carrera asked.

"Not really. Might save a hundred D per man for the year. Not even half a million drachma, overall."

"Okay, continue."

"Ammunition and personal and crew-served arms are so tightly interwoven that we really need to talk about them together," Kuralski said. "And we never could come to an agreement among us as to which to go with. It makes a pretty whopping difference in cost, at one end, and battle performance on the other, with proficiency in the middle. The short version is that if you buy Volgan, you can afford a war gun, a training gun, and ammunition to the tune of fifty or sixty thousand thousand rounds of training ammunition per man. If you buy Tauran or FS, you can afford one rifle and maybe four thousand rounds per man. Of course, the Volgan arms are simple, reliable, and none too accurate. The best compromise we could come up with was to buy Volgan and add three Draco sniper rifles to each section." rounds of training ammunition per man. If you buy Tauran or FS, you can afford one rifle and maybe four thousand rounds per man. Of course, the Volgan arms are simple, reliable, and none too accurate. The best compromise we could come up with was to buy Volgan and add three Draco sniper rifles to each section."

"What's that save us over buying FS or Tauran with, say, fifteen thousand rounds per man?"

"About nine million," Kuralski answered. "That's an estimate, we haven't worked out any deals yet."

"Works. Do it: Volgan, if we can get them. Besides, they're more accurate than they get credit for if they're properly zeroed."