tents of various colors and styles. The recruits were herded off their transports and ordered into one of three long barracks buildings nestled under the trees.
Jack had hoped to get a bed near one of the handful of tall, narrow windows, with an eye toward the kind of midnight computer raid he and Draycos were probably going to have to make. But everyone else seemed to want a bunk with a view, too, and he had to settle for a lower bunk pressed up against the washroom wall. It wasn't exactly a prime location, but the washroom had some windows high up in the walls that might do.
The recruits spent the next two hours sitting on their bunks filling out more paperwork. After that, they were taken outside into an open field and taught how to stand at attention, turn precise corners, and march in unison.
Dinner time was a real treat. Jack had heard once that the stronger the army, the more disgusting its food. By that standard, the Whinyard's Edge was a very good army indeed. An early round of muttered complaints was quickly cut off by a large sergeant, who ordered one of the complainers to stand at attention while he verbally took him apart inch by inch. Sergeant Grisko, someone at Jack's table whispered the man's name, rumored to be the meanest of the Edge's drill instructors. After that, everyone ate in silence.
After dinner it was back to the barracks, with orders to study their training manuals. The ten-minute warning sounded at eight-fifty, and at precisely nine o'clock the lights went out. Many of the teens were caught unprepared, and there was a lot of stumbling around and clunking into bunks and each other for the next half hour.
Only then, after the barracks was quiet, did Jack finally have a chance to talk to Draycos.
'So,' he whispered, his head half under the blankets to muffle his voice. 'This is what it's like to be a soldier, huh?'
'Not precisely,' Draycos murmured back. Even in a whisper, his voice sounded odd. 'It is similar, though.'
Jack craned his neck to try to look down at the dragon's face lying against his shoulder. 'You all right?'
For a long moment Draycos was silent. 'This is not right,' he said. 'For children so young to be sold into such a life without cause is not right.'
'You said you were younger than this when you became a soldier,' Jack reminded him.
'We were in a war for survival,' Draycos said. 'There is no such reasoning here.'
'I suppose not,' Jack conceded. 'Though I know there are sometimes big fights off on backwater worlds that the rest of us never hear about.'
The dragon shook his head. At least that was what it felt like against Jack's skin. 'Cornelius Braxton would not approve of this situation.'
'Braxton?' Jack echoed, frowning. 'How did Braxton get into this?'
'I believe him to be an honorable human,' Draycos said. 'He would be strongly opposed to children being used for such a purpose.'
'Fine, but how did—oh, never mind,' Jack said, giving up. Sometimes Draycos's mind wandered off onto the strangest bunny trails. 'Just don't forget that he didn't build Braxton Universis into one of the Orion Arm's biggest megacorpora-tions by being Saint Boy Scout. The only reason he was so nice to me was because we did him a big favor. If he had to indenture kids to get something he wanted, I bet he'd do it. He might not like it, but he'd do it.'
'Perhaps,' Draycos said. 'Still, you and I at least should have nothing to fear from him.'
'I'm not so sure about that, either,' Jack said, thinking back to the glint in Braxton's eye at their last meeting. 'I wasn't exactly telling him the whole truth about what happened, you know. I get the feeling people don't tell half-truths to Cornelius Braxton and get away with it. He may not be finished with us yet.' He grimaced. 'I'd lay odds that Arthur Neverlin isn't finished with us, either.'
'Perhaps,' Draycos said. 'But I would suspect that Neverlin has all he can do right now trying to conceal himself from Braxton.'
'Don't you believe it,' Jack warned. 'Snakes like Neverlin can always find time for a little revenge when someone's double crossed him. Especially when they've double-crossed him as badly as we did.'
'A double cross implies there was a legitimate agreement to begin with,' Draycos pointed out. 'You were blackmailed into assisting him.'
'You think that's going to matter to Neverlin?'
'I suppose not,' Draycos conceded, his voice thoughtful.
Again, Jack tried to get a look at the dragon's face. 'So where exactly are you going with this line of conversation?' he asked. 'You suggesting we ask Braxton for help?'
'Certainly not,' Draycos said firmly, his mind apparently finished with wherever it had been wandering. 'You know we cannot afford to let anyone know there was a survivor of the Valahgua attack. I have simply been thinking about Braxton today.'
'And I'm sure he appreciates it,' Jack said. 'Can we forget him now and concentrate on the problem at hand?'
'Yes, of course,' Draycos said. 'What do you wish me to do?'
'First of all, you eat,' Jack said, reaching under his bunk to the napkin-wrapped slices of meat he'd managed to smuggle out of the mess hall. 'There isn't much here, I'm afraid. I'll try to do better tomorrow.'
'I am grateful.' Draycos's head rose from Jack's chest, pushing up the blankets.
One by one, Jack fed the meat slices into his open mouth, maneuvering carefully between the sharp teeth. It felt rather like feeding a pet dog, he thought.
He quickly and firmly put the warm-fuzzy image away. Draycos had already made it clear he wasn't anyone's pet. 'I can hunt if necessary, as well,' the dragon said, still chewing as his head sank flat against Jack's chest again. 'What is next?'
'The main computer system is probably in the headquarters,' Jack said. 'It's a big, three-story gray building through the trees facing the landing area. It had a flag flying in front of it earlier.'
'I saw it.'
'Good,' Jack said. He was never quite sure how much Draycos could see riding his skin that way. 'There may be a way to tap into their records from somewhere else, but I'm guessing the HQ is our best bet. And since they probably aren't going to let us just walk in and sift through their files during the day, it's going to have to be at night.'
'There will be guard patrols,' Draycos pointed out. 'As well as alarms.'
'Right,' Jack agreed. 'Nothing we can do about the alarms until we can get a close look at them. But we should at least be able to figure out the patrols.'
'Yes,' Draycos said. The blankets swelled upward again as the dragon raised his head from Jack's shoulder and poked his snout into the open air. 'These windows
