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GUARDS STEPPED ASIDE, and Carl strode into Training
Base One. New recruits stood in ranks near the loading bay of an
equipment shed, their freshly buzzed scalps shiny in the bright
sunlight and streaked red by the clipper blades. The formation
vibrated with fear.
Drill sergeants lurked, scowling.
At a glance, Carl noted injured sergeants—split lips, bloody noses,
the red O of a bite mark on one forearm—and a massive kid sitting on
the ground with splayed legs and his back to the loading-dock wall.
The kid stared straight ahead, looking stunned, holding his nose.
Had this huge newcomer gotten into it with the sergeants? No. He
wasn’t restrained, and no one was eyeballing him. Not him, then—
someone else.
Bang-bang-bang.
The metal shed door rippled with impact. It sounded like a mule
was trapped in there, kicking its way out.
Someone had knocked it with the big kid and the cadre, and now
they had him locked up in there.
And Carl knew in his gut who it was.
Dubois. The exact individual Stark had sent him to “check on”—
Stark saying it the way he said so many things, giving Carl an order
but not really explaining it.
Carl, of course, had agreed. During the six months since he’d
surrendered his freedom, he had played the willing apprentice. Soon,
he would have what he needed to burn this organization to the
ground, but for now, he continued to play his role.
The loud pounding stopped, and muffled shouting started in the
shed, curses and threats.
Drill Sergeant Rivera saw him and came away from the formation,
smiling. They shook hands, Carl genuinely happy to see the man. The
other drill sergeants eyed Carl like they might a Bengal tiger. Now the
recruits were staring, too, their eyes going from Carl to the drill
sergeants and back again to Carl.
Good. Let them wonder. Let them fear.
“Freeman,” Rivera said. “Glad to see you.”
“You, too,” Carl said, speaking casually with Rivera—a sharp
contrast to the contempt with which he habitually addressed other
sergeants. “What’s the sitrep?”
Rivera glanced toward the metal door. “We got a bobcat caged up in
there.”
“His name Dubois?”
Rivera tilted his head. “How’d you know?”
“Is he armed?” Carl asked.
Bang. Bang. Bang. The pounding started up again, hard as hammer
blows.
Rivera raised his brows. “Sounds like he picked up something.”
“Well,” Carl said, “I guess I better go in.”
“Your call,” Rivera said. “I’ll send these kids back to the barracks and
keep a couple of drill sergeants here. Martinez worked on a CERT
team, cell extractions, all that.”
“No,” Carl said. Even without thinking the problem through, he
knew the answer. Strange, the way he understood things so intuitively
now—a phenomenon that had nothing to do with the chip in his head
and everything to do with Stark, the man constantly lecturing about
leadership. “The recruits need to see this. And I’ll go in alone.”
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