Kusu laughed happily. He was tired of holding his submachine gun, too. If there wasjust some way to market sweat, he thought as he stood in ranks again,chest heaving, waiting for dismissal while wiping his forehead. It was alevel open field, secluded, and less than a mile from the Lake LoreenInstitute.
Other cadets were trotting downriver on his side, from their bypassedambush upstream, and Jerym went to meet them. ***Kelmer Faronya listened to the staccato of machine guns, the rumbling ofhooves, and felt a distancing, a separation of himself from the event. He'd learned something just now, too: A way oflooking at things, of considering importances. But to antagonize Komars could be fatal.
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