matches, no doubt a White House souvenir, which her mother took away.
I liked Reza Pak, a shy chemist in his early forties, the only one besides Amelia with whom I socialized outside the club. We met occasionally to shoot pool or play tennis. He never mentioned Amelia and I never mentioned the boyfriend who always drove up to fetch him, exactly on time.
Reza, who also lived on campus, usually gave me and Amelia a ride to the club, but this Friday he was already uptown, so we called a cab. (Like most people, Amelia doesn't own a car and I've never even driven, except in Basic Training, and then only jacked with someone who knew how.) We could bike to Hidalgo in daylight, but coming back after dark would be suicide.
It started raining at sundown anyhow, and by the time we got to the club it was a full-fledged thunderstorm, with tornado watch. The club had an awning, but the rain was almost horizontal; we got drenched between the cab and the door.
Reza and Belda were already there, at our usual table in the grease section. We talked them into moving to the Club Room, where a phony-but-warm fireplace crackled.
Another semi-regular, Ray Booker, came in while we were relocating, also drenched. Ray was an engineer who worked with Marty Larrin on soldierboy technology, and a serious 'grass musician who played banjo all over the state, summers.
'Julian, you should of seen the Tenth today.' Ray had a little warboy streak in him. 'Delayed replay of an amphibious assault on Punta Patuca. We came, we saw, we kicked butt.' He handed his wet overcoat and hat to the wheelie that had followed him in. 'Almost no casualties.'
'What's 'almost'?' Amelia said.
'Well, they ran into a shatterfield.' He sat down heavily. 'Three units lost both legs. But we got them evac'ed before the scavengers could get to them. One psych, a girl on her second or third mission.'
'Wait,' I said. 'They used a shatterfield inside a city?'
'They sure as hell did. Brought down a whole block of slums, urban renewal. Of course they said we did it.'
'How many dead?'
'Must be hundreds.' Ray shook his head. 'That's what got the girl, maybe. She was in the middle of it, immoblilized with both her legs off. Fought the rescue crew; wanted them to evac the civilians. They had to turn her off to get her out of there.'
He asked the table for a scotch and soda and the rest of us put our orders in. No greasy waiters in this section. 'Maybe she'll be okay. One of those things you have to learn to live with.'
'We didn't do it,' Reza said.
'Why would we? No military advantage, bad press. Shatterfield's a terror weapon, in a city.'
'I'm surprised anyone survived,' I said.
'Nobody on the ground; they were all instant chorizo. But those were four – and five-story buildings. People in the upper stories just had to survive the collapse.
'The Tenth set up a knockout perimeter with UN markers and called it a no-fire zone, collateral casualty, once we had all our soldierboys out. Dropped in a Red Cross med crawler and moved on.
'The shatterfield was their only real 'tech touch. The rest of it was old-fashioned, cut-off-and-concentrate tactics, which doesn't work on a group as well integrated as the Tenth. Good platoon coordination. Julian, you would have appreciated it. From the air it was like choreography.'
'Maybe I'll check it out.' I wouldn't; never did, unless I knew somebody in the fight.
'Any time,' Ray said. 'I've got two crystals of it, one jacked through Emily Vail, the company coordinator. The other's the commercial feed.' They didn't show battles while they were happening, of course, since the enemy could jack in. The commercial feed was edited both for maximum drama and minimum disclosure. Normal people couldn't get individual mechanics' unedited feeds; lots of warboys would cheerfully kill for one. Ray had top-secret clearance and an unaltered jack. If a civilian or a spy got ahold of Emily Vail's crystal, they would see and feel a lot that wasn't on the commercial version, but selected perceptions and thoughts would be filtered out unless you had a jack like Ray's.
A live waiter in a clean tuxedo brought our drinks. I was splitting a jug of house red with Reza.
Ray raised a glass. 'To peace,' he said, actually without irony. 'Welcome back, Julian.' Amelia touched my knee with hers under the table.
The wine was pretty good, just astringent enough to make you consider a slightly more expensive one. 'Easy week this time,' I said, and Ray nodded. He always checked on me.
A couple of others showed up, and we broke down into the usual interlocking small conversational groups. Amelia moved over to sit with Belda and another man from fine arts, to talk about books. We usually did separate when it seemed natural.
I stayed with Reza and Ray; when Marty came in he gave Amelia a peck and joined the three of us. There was no love lost between him and Belda.
Marty was really soaked, his long white hair in lanky strings. 'Had to park down the block,' he said, dropping his sodden coat on the wheelie.
'Thought you were working late,' Ray said. 'This isn't late?' He ordered coffee and a sandwich. 'I'm going back later, and so are you. Have a couple more scotches.'
'What is it?' He pushed his scotch away a symbolic inch.
'Let's not talk shop. We have all night. But it's that girl you said you saw on the Vail crystal.'
'The one who cracked?' I asked.
'Mm-hm. Why don't you crack, Julian? Get a discharge. We enjoy your company.'
'Your platoon, too,' Ray joked. 'Nice bunch.'
'How could she fit into your cross-linking studies?' I asked. 'She must hardly have been linking at all.'
'New deal we started while you were gone,' Ray said. 'We got a contract to study empathy failures. People who crack out of sympathy for the enemy.'
'You may get Julian,' Reza said. 'He just loves them pedros.'
'It doesn't correlate much with politics,' Marty said. 'And it's usually people in their first year or two. More often female than male. He's not a good candidate.' The coffee came and he picked up the cup and blew on it. 'So how about this weather? Clear and cool, they said.'
'Love them Knicks,' I said.
Reza nodded. 'The square root of minus one.' There was going to be no more talk of empathy failures that night.
JULIAN DIDN'T KNOW HOW selective the draft really was, finding people for specific mechanics' slots. There were a few hunter-killer platoons, but they tended to be hard to control, on a couple of levels. As platoons, they followed orders poorly, and they didn't integrate well 'horizontally,' with other platoons in the company. The individual mechanics in a hunter-killer platoon tended not to link strongly with one another.
None of this was surprising. They were made up of the same kind of people earlier armies chose for 'wet work.' You expected them to be independent and somewhat wild.
As Julian had observed, most platoons had at least one person who seemed like a really unlikely choice. In his outfit it was Candi, horrified by the war and unwilling to harm the enemy. They were called stabilizers.
Julian suspected she acted as a kind of conscience for the platoon, but it would be more accurate to call her a governor, like the governor on an engine. Platoons that didn't have one member like Candi had a tendency to run out of control, go 'berserker.' It happened sometimes with the hunter-killer ones, whose stabilizers couldn't be too pacifistic, and it was tactically a disaster. War is, according to von Clausewitz, the controlled use of force to bring about political ends. Uncontrolled force is as likely to harm as to help.
(There was a mythos, a commonsense observation, that the berserker episodes had a good effect in the long run, because they made the Ngumi more afraid of the soldierboys. Actually, the opposite was true, according to the people who studied the enemy's psychology. The soldierboys were most fearsome when they acted like actual machines, controlled from a distance. When they got angry or went crazy-acting like men in robot suits-they seemed beatable.)
More than half of the stablilizers did crack before their term was up. In most cases it was not a sudden process, but was preceded by a period of inattention and indecision. Marty and Ray would be reviewing the
