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I turned. "Sergeant M'bovo, escort the squad to barracks." The sooner the
joeykids were removed from the sight, the better.

"Let me take mem, sir. They're mine." Oregon.

"No, I want you here." If it was Oregon's blunder mat had killed his cadets, he
should be kept far from mem. "Stay with them. Sergeant M'bovo. See that they're
on light duty for three days."

"Aye aye, sir." There was little else be could say, to a direct order, Civilian
I might be, and outside the chain of command, but I was SccOen. "You joeys, back
to barracks. Double-time!"

When the cadets were out of earshot Hazen grated, *Td have laid on extra drills,
to keep them occupied."

So might I, in my younger days. "Let mem grieve," I turned to me redheaded
middy. "Let's hear your version." My wife flinched, and too late, I realized it
sounded an accusation.

Anselm stammered out his story, but it corroborated the sergeant's in all
details.

Arlene pulled me close, to whisper in my ear. "Nick, let Hazen handle it You're
stepping on his toes."

True, but I was beyond that "Where's the emetic canis-terT

"Still in the dispenser." Sergeant Oregon swung open the panel

"Don't touch that!" I lowered my voice to a normal tone. "Commandant, have the
gas analyzed. A party of three to take the canister to the lab. Send LeBow,
there. And two sergeants who had nothing to do with the incident Get these poor
children's bodies to sickbay, we can't have mem lying here. Well, what are you
staring at? Get moving, flank!"

"Aye aye, sir." As if dazed, Hazen reached for his caller. Gregori said nothing,
but his eyes bore mute reproach.

"And autopsies on the cadets. Tonight" I tried to mink what else. "Seal the
base." If rumors got out, we'd be besieged with mediamen, to the Navy's
detriment All media-men were ghouls. "Gregori, Anselm, wait for us at the
Commandant's office."

Hazen was busy on his caller.

"LeBow!"

The lieutenant jumped as if shot "Yes, sir!"