mercy on the grounds that he's an orphan.'
'An interesting term,' Draycos said thoughtfully. 'An equally interesting concept. What is the other possibility?'
'That I'll wait until we get to Sunright and try to tap into the computer at the outpost they're sending us to.'
'Will an outpost computer have the information on the Djinn-90 fighters that we seek?'
'I don't know,' Jack said. 'I hope so, since that's mostly what I am planning to do.' ' 'Mostly'?'
'Right,' Jack said, smiling tightly. 'You see, they'll figure they can just put a watchdog program on the computers before I arrive. That way, the minute I try to break in, they'll have me.'
'But you will instead be using your special access system?'
'Actually, we can do even better than that,' Jack told him. 'The local Edge group will have to have a mainframe set up somewhere, and it certainly won't be off at some little observation outpost.'
'It will be in their main encampment.' 'Right,' Jack agreed. 'And since the outpost computer has to be able to talk to that one, it'll need a transmission pathway. And unless they went to the trouble of stringing a cable out into the middle of nowhere, that means a radio link.' Draycos stirred suddenly on his skin. 'The Essenay.' 'Bingo,' Jack said, nodding. 'Once I give Uncle Virge the access codes, he can tap into the signal and pull up whatever the mainframe has on Djinn-90 fighters. And since I won't have used the outpost computer to do it, they won't be able to trace it back to me.'
Draycos was silent a moment. 'That will require us to travel to Sunright,' he pointed out. 'You will be entering a combat zone.'
'That is the downside to this whole thing,' Jack admitted. 'What do you know about observation outposts? Do they get attacked much?'
'That depends on the situation,' Draycos said. 'If the outpost is not considered a danger, it may be left alone as a ranging marker for artillery attacks.'
'And if it is considered a danger?'
'It will be destroyed,' Draycos said. 'As quickly as possible.'
Jack grimaced. 'I suppose eavesdropping on the other side's communications would fall into that second category?'
'Correct,' Draycos said. 'Assuming the other side is aware of it.'
'Figures.' Jack sighed. 'Okay. So the goal is to get there, pull the records, and disappear before the Shamshir figure it out.'
'If they have not done so already,' Draycos warned. 'Perhaps it would be better to leave now and try a different group.'
For a long moment Jack was sorely tempted. He already had his comm clip handy, hidden at his waist beneath his shirt. He could just keep walking until they reached the perimeter, jump the fence, and have Uncle Virge and the Essenay in and out before the Edge even knew what had happened.
Then it would be out to another mercenary group, one that wasn't already suspicious of him like the Edge was. He had enough fake IDs aboard the ship to try a dozen of them if he had to.
But he'd already invested six days here, not to mention the time they'd spent getting to Carrion in the first place. And time was definitely something they couldn't afford to waste. 'No,' he said, trying to feel like he really meant it. 'We've come this far. Let's see it through.'
'You do this for my people,' Draycos said quietly. 'Once again, I am in your debt.'
'Yeah, well, I wouldn't start writing checks just yet if I were you,' Jack warned.
'Pardon?'
Jack closed his eyes. 'Skip it.'
Chapter 10
Four days later, the recruits graduated.
Jack had never been through a graduation ceremony before. Of course, he'd never been in a school before, either. All of his formal education had been given to him aboard the Essenay, with Uncle Virgil more or less presiding over the procedure.
He would have laid good odds, though, that this graduation was vastly different from most.
The ceremony didn't last very long, for one thing. Grisko and the other drill sergeants got the recruits into formation and ran them through a few maneuvers in front of a small group of officers in full dress uniform. Colonel Elkor and Lieutenant Basht were among them, but Jack didn't recognize any of the others.
After the maneuvers, they all stood at attention while Elkor gave a speech. A short speech, fortunately, mostly consisting of telling them how lucky they were to be members of the Whinyard's Edge and how proud the Whinyard's Edge was to have them. After that, Lieutenant Basht read off the squad and platoon listings, told them they would be leaving camp at oh-seven-hundred the next morning, and ordered them to fall out.
And after that, the sergeants loaded their new mercenaries aboard transports and flew them to a nearby town for a party.
'A curious ritual,' Draycos commented as Jack headed toward the restroom for his third time. 'But is not alcohol a depressant to your people?'
'Sure is,' Jack confirmed, looking around as he pushed his way past the groups of brand-new Edgemen crowding the tavern. Most of them were already half drunk, either laughing and staggering or else passed out on the tables where they sat. A few were huddled in corners, looking miserable, probably trying not to throw up. 'I don't know why Grisko and the others are even putting up with this, let along encouraging it.' Draycos remained silent until Jack reached the privacy and relative quiet of the restroom. 'There is no deep mystery to their actions,' the dragon said. 'The children are drinking alcohol to pretend they have become adults. The officers allow it because they believe the experience will bond the members of each platoon together.'
Jack snorted. 'Mostly what it'll do is make them feel lousy,' he said. 'Not a single one of these kids has any idea what they're doing. Probably the first time any of them has even tasted the stuff.' 'Unlike you?'
Jack shrugged. 'Uncle Virgil taught me to drink in case I ever had to do it for some con scheme,' he told the dragon. 'And right after he did, he told me to never even look at the stuff if I didn't absolutely have to. In case you hadn't noticed, I'm still on my first beer, and I've only finished half of that. Mostly,
