breaking out of jump space, and they should be here in about two hours. We're going out to meet them. This, you pinkie combat virgins, is it.” A sound, like a low growl, rose from the assembled men, and the Sergeant's grin widened.
“That's the right spirit. Show some of it to the enemy.” The grin vanished as quickly as it had come, and, cold-faced as always, he called the ranks to attention.
“Corporal Steres is in sick bay with the fever so we're one NCO short. When that alert sounded we went into combat condition. I may now make temporary field appointments. I do so. Combatman Priego, one pace forward.” Dom snapped to attention and stepped out of rank.
“You're now in charge of the bomb squad. Do the right job and the CO will make it permanent. Corporal Priego, one step back and wait here. The rest of you to the ready room, double time—march.”
Sergeant Toth stepped aside as the combatmen hurried from the compartment. When the last one had gone he pointed his finger sharply at Dom.
“Just one word. You're as good as any man here. Better than most. You're smart. But you think too much about things that don't matter. Stop thinking and start fighting, or you'll never get back to that university. Bowb up, and if the Edinburgers don't get you I will. You come back as a corporal or you don't come back at all. Understood?”
“Understood.” Dom's face was as coldly expressionless as the Sergeant's.
“I'm just as good a combatman as you are, Sergeant. I'll do my job.”
“Then do it—now jump.”
Because of the delay, Dom was the last man to be suited up. The others were already doing their pressure checks with the armorers while he was still closing his seals. He did not let it disturb him or make him try to move faster. With slow deliberation, he counted off the check list as he sealed and locked.
Once all the pressure checks were in the green, Dom gave the armorers the thumbs-up okay and walked to the air lock. While the door closed behind him and the lock was pumped out, he checked all the telltales in his helmet. Oxygen, full. Power pack, full charge. Radio, one and one. Then the last of the air was gone, and the inner door opened soundlessly in the vacuum. He entered the armory.
The lights here were dimmer—and soon they would be turned off completely. Dom went to the rack with his equipment and began to buckle on the smaller ite$$$. Like all of the others on the bomb squad, his suit was lightly armored and he carried only the most essential weapons. The drillger went on his left thigh, just below his fingers, and the gropener in its holster on the outside of his right leg; this was his favorite weapon. The intelligence reports had stated that some of the Edinburgers still used fabric pressure suits, so lightning prods—usually considered obsolete—had been issued. He slung his well to the rear, since the chance that he might need it was very slim. All of these murderous devices had been stored in the evacuated and insulated compartment for months so that their temperature approached absolute zero. They were free of lubrication and had been designed to operate at this temperature.
A helmet clicked against Dom's, and Wing spoke, his voice carried by conducting transparent ceramic.
“I'm ready for my bomb, Dom—do you want to sling it? And congratulations. Do I have to call you Corporal now?”
“Wait until we get back and it's official. I take Toth's word for absolutely nothing.”
He slipped the first atomic bomb from the shelf, checked the telltales to see that they were all in the green, then slid it into the rack that was an integral part of Wing's suit. “All set, now we can sling mine.”
They had just finished when a large man in bulky combat armor came up. Dom would have known him by his size even if he had not read HELMUTZ stenciled on the front of his suit.
“What is it, Helm?” he asked when their helmets touched.
“The Sergeant. He said I should report to you, that I'm lifting a bomb on this mission.” There was an angry tone behind his words.
“Right. We'll fix you up with a back sling.” The big man did not look happy, and Dom thought he knew why. “And don't worry about missing any of the fighting. There'll be enough for everyone.”