a group of Resistance remotes on a simple mission that succeeded despite the often dangerous errors the remotes' operators allowed their machines to make.
They did it all, they did it well, and they lived through it... and as the transport flew them back toward Freyr, Jonny decided it had been worth the risk. Whatever discipline Mendro chose to administer, he knew now that he indeed had what it took to be a Cobra. Whether he was ever allowed to serve as one or not, that inner knowledge was something they could never take from him.
When they reached Freyr and found the MP's waiting, he was almost glad. Whatever Mendro had decided, apparently it was going to be over quickly.
And it was. What he wasn't expecting was that the commander would invite an audience to watch.
'Cee-three Bai reports you did extremely well,' Mendro commented, looking around at the six grimy trainees seated in a semicircle in front of his desk. 'Given you're all alive and relatively unscathed, I would tend to agree. Any immediate reactions to the missions that spring to mind?'
'Yes, sir,' Deutsch spoke up after a moment of thoughtful silence. 'We had some major problems leading that Resistance team—their mistakes were
Mendro nodded. 'Unfortunately, yes. Civilians are always going to make what are—to you—incredibly stupid mistakes. About all you can do is try and minimize that effect while maintaining an attitude of patience. Other comments? No? Then I suppose we'd better move on to the reason I called you here: the charges outstanding against Trainee Moreau.'
The abrupt change of subject sent a rustle of surprise through the group. 'Charges, sir?' Deutsch asked carefully.
'Yes. He's been accused of attacking a civilian during your unauthorized trip into town four nights ago.' Mendro gave them a capsule summary of P'alit's story. 'Moreau claims he didn't do it,' he concluded. 'Comments?'
'I don't believe it, sir,' Halloran said flatly. 'I'm not calling this character a liar, but I think he must've misread the name.'
'Or else saw Jonny that night, got into a fight later, and is trying to stick the Army for his medical costs,' Noffke suggested.
'Perhaps,' Mendro nodded. 'But suppose for the moment it's true. Do you think I would be justified in that event in transferring Moreau out of the Cobras?'
An uncomfortable silence descended on the room. Jonny watched the play of emotion across their faces, but while he clearly had their sympathy, it was also clear which way they were leaning. He hardly blamed them; in their places he knew which answer he would choose.
It was Deutsch who eventually put the common thought into words. 'I don't think you'd have any choice, sir. Misuse of our equipment would essentially pit us against the civilian population, certainly in their minds. Speaking as a citizen of Adirondack, we've already got all the opponents we need right now.'
Mendro nodded. 'I'm glad you agree. Well. For the next couple of days you'll be off-duty again. After that we'll be running through a detailed analysis of your exam performance with each of you, showing you where and how your equipment could have been utilized more effectively.' He paused... and something in his face abruptly broke through the deadness surrounding Jonny's mind. 'That's one of the things we had to keep secret, to avoid excessive self-consciousness,' the commander went on. 'With the relatively large amount of space available in those neckwrap computers we were able to keep records of all your equipment usage.' Almost lazily, he shifted his gaze. 'That alley behind the Thasser Eya Bar was dark, Trainee Viljo. You had to use your vision enhancers while you fought that civilian.'
The color drained from Viljo's face. His mouth opened... but then his eyes flicked around the group, and whatever protest or excuse he was preparing died unsaid.
'If you have an explanation, I'll hear it now,' Mendro added.
'No explanation, sir,' Viljo said through stiff lips.
Mendro nodded. 'Halloran, Noffke, Singh, Deutsch: you'll escort your former teammate to the surgical wing; they already have their instructions. Dismissed.'
Slowly, Viljo stood up. He looked once at Jonny with empty eyes, then walked to the door with the remnants of his dignity wrapped almost visibly around him. The others, their own expressions cast in iron, followed.
The brittle silence in the room remained for several seconds after the door closed behind them. 'You knew all along I didn't do it,' Jonny said at last.
Mendro shrugged minutely. 'Not conclusively, but we were ninety percent sure. The computer doesn't record a complete film every time the vision enhancers are used, you know. We had to correlate that usage with servo movements to know whether you'd done it or not—and until you identified Viljo as the probable culprit, we didn't know whose records we also needed to pull.'
'You still could've told me then that I wasn't really under suspicion.'
'I could've,' Mendro acknowledged. 'But it seemed like a good opportunity to get a little more data on your emotional makeup.'
'You wanted to see if I'd be too preoccupied to function in combat? Or whether I'd just slag Viljo and be done with it?'
'And losing control either way would've had you out of the unit instantly,' Mendro said, his voice hardening. 'And before you complain about being unfairly singled out, remember that we're preparing you for
'No, sir. But it wasn't just a single turn around the cage. Cee-three Bai's been holding me up for special notice ever since the training began—and if he hadn't done that Viljo might not have gotten irritated enough to try tarnishing my image like he did.'
