"Michael Z. Williamson - Freehold" - читать интересную книгу автора (Williamson Michael Z)

and the return of her issued combat equipment. She had been ordered not to open that unless attacked,
which she'd found bothersome. The fact that to inspect her gear for safety was deemed wrong because it
generated more admin seemed illogical. But then, itwas the military.

The thing which she wished she'd put off but had waded through first, was the documentation and her
personal statement on missing property. Her personal gear was all accounted for, but literal transport
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loads of gear had gone "missing" on Mtali. She was a stickler for procedure, so she had accounted for
the fact that everythingsheissued had gotten where it was supposed to. The first sergeant had relayed to
her secondhand that some clown was claiming that her attention to detail proved she was involved. "He's
just digging. Relax," she'd been told.

She still felt nervous. Trucks, generators, weapons and tools didn't just walk off by themselves. Most
required lift gear to move. A rapidly maturing and increasingly cynical part of her surmised that they were
being sold by someone in system. Well, if they checked her bank accounts, they were all as she reported.
She just wished they'd hurry up and do so and get done with it.

Her musing was interrupted when her phone rang. Not a military line at her carrel, but her personal
phone. She dug it out of her purse, wondering who was calling.

"Pacelli," she answered.

"Hi, dear. Don't mention my name," the caller said. It was Tom Anderson, an old lover who was an MP.
"We are getting all kinds of activity. Arrests are expected for Robinson, Bruder, Jacobs, Pacelli and
several others. If those people are lucky, they areoff base right now. They'll be in for a nasty surprise
when they return."

"Why? What's up?" she asked, shocked beyond reason.

"Apparently, the government has found the parties responsible for the equipment that went missing
during the Mtali mission. All those people are part of the conspiracy."

"I'm not part of any conspiracy," she protested in a whisper. "All I did was document what went walkies.
That was at the general's request."

He continued as if he hadn't heard her protest. "What's important is that they are looking for those
people. The way things look, they'd be lucky if they were missing, permanently. You know how the
Department of Special Investigations can overreact. I just hope they don't come through the gate; I don't
need any excitement right now. Anyway, the reason I called: you left some things at my place last night,"
he said, although she hadn't been there in weeks. "I put themin the car . Gotta run, we are about to start
a gate exercise. Love you."Click.

Kendra hung up the phone, hesitated a half-second, then stood, grabbing a folder. She tried to be casual
as she walked down the hall. A quick nervous glance didn't show any suited goons coming for her, but
she had no doubt Tom was correct. There were horror stories of people being dragged in for even being
"associated" with criminals. But where could she go?