Jem

“Looks pretty tempting. Care to join me?”

Dalehouse shook his head, not in negation but in wonder. “Margie, you’re something. I thought colonels had to keep busy, especially when they think their troops need armed guards and barbed-wire fences day and night.”

“Dear Da

“Yes, I saw Colonel Tree coming out of your tent.”

She looked at him thoughtfully. She didn’t comment but went on, “As to your other point, the perimeter watch is SOP from now on, but there are patrols in the woods and aerial reco

“I wasn’t worried about my personal safety.”

“No, you weren’t. You were worried about the troops under my command, and on their behalf I thank you for your concern.” She gri

“Yes’m.”

“Next batch of dope you clean for us, save the seeds. Let’s see if we can grow the little buggers here.”

“Yes’m.”

Da

By the time they had finished passing the joint back and forth they were out of sight of the perimeter guard where the beach widened under a high, bare bluff. Margie stopped, looking around. “Seems as good as any,” she commented. “Tinka, take your position.”

“Yes’m.” The sergeant scrambled agilely up the side of the bluff to the top, and Margie shucked her fatigues. She wore nothing underneath. “If you’re coming, come. If not, stay and help Tinka keep watch.” And she splashed into the water.

Dope, company, or whatever, Dalehouse was feeling better than he had all day. He laughed out loud, then ski

Ten minutes later they were both back on the beach, lying not very comfortably on their clothes, waiting to dry.

“Ouch,” said Margie. “If I ever get any extra people for punishment detail, I think I’ll see if they can get the rocks out of this sand.”

“You get used to it.”

“Only if I have to, Da

He rolled his head to look at her. “What?”

“The first official Jemman Food-Exporting Bloc encampment dance.”

“A dance?”

She gri

“You are probably about the US Army’s best colonel for having fun,” Dalehouse said.

“For all the rest of being a colonel, too, Da

“Well, I won’t, Margie. I believe it. Only it’s kind of hard to remember under the, ah, present circumstances.”

“Well, I’ll put my clothes back on if it’ll help you concentrate. This isn’t just fun and games. I wanted to talk to you.”

“About what?”

“Whatever you want to tell me. How you think things are going. What isn’t being done that ought to be. What you’ve learned being here that I haven’t found out yet.”

He propped himself up on an elbow to look at her. She returned his gaze serenely, scratching her bare abdomen just above the pubic hair. “Well,” he said, “I guess you’ve seen all the reports about making contact with the sentients.”

“Memorized them, Da

“The burrower? We haven’t had very good luck with them.”

“Piss-poor, I’d say.”

“Well — yes, that’s fair. But we did get about ten specimens, two of them alive. And Morrissey has a whole report on them not transmitted yet. He says they’re farmers — from underneath, which is kind of an interesting idea. They plant some kind of tubers in the roofs of their tu

“Sondra Leckler? She didn’t come, Da

“Why?”

“Political. She’s Canadian.” She looked at him thoughtfully. “Does that fact mean anything to you?”

“Not a thing.”

“No, I didn’t think so. Canada voted for Peru’s thousand-mile limit in the UN. That’s cozying with the Peeps, right there. And everybody knows Canada’s got the hots for the Greasies because of their goddam Athabasca tar sands. They’re politically unreliable right now, Da

“That sounds pretty paranoid,” he commented.

“No, realistic. I’ve got no time to teach you the facts of life, Da

He regarded her thoughtfully. She lay on her back, hands behind her head, comfortable in her nudity as she squinted toward the glowing red Kung. For a slightly plump girl her waist curved beautifully into her hips, and her breasts were rounded even while she lay flat on her back. But under that blond hair was a brain Dalehouse did not fully understand.

He dropped back and said, “Well, there’s the balloonists. I know the most about them. Our regular flock is off toward the Heat Pole, but there’s another one out over the water. They’re basically territorial, but—”

“You were at the Greasy camp awhile ago, weren’t you?”

“Yeah. When we were still on visiting terms. Is that what you want me to tell you about?”

“Among other things.”

“All right. They’ve got a hell of a lot of stuff we don’t, Margie.” He described the machine that molded building blocks, the plasma generator, the farm, the air conditioning, the ice.

“Sounds pretty nice,” she commented. “We’ll have all that stuff too, Da

“No. There was an airstrip — Gappy commented on it; it didn’t make sense, with just a helicopter. But they didn’t have a plane then.”

“They do now. I thought they’d sneaked a reinforcement in that you didn’t catch. Did you know about the base on Farside?”

“Farside? You mean the dark half of Jem? What the hell would anyone want there?”

“That’s what I need to find out. But they’ve got it. Why do you think I stayed four extra orbits before I came down? I made damn sure I photomapped and radar-surveyed everything I could; I know every satellite around Jem, I know every spot on the surface that’s using energy, and I don’t like all of what I know. The Farside base was a real shock. Did you see any children in the Greasy camp?”

“Children? Hell, no! Why would—”

“Well, I think they’re moving whole families in, Da

“How could you tell whether they had children from space?”

“No way, Da

“Baseball?” He was sitting up now, staring at her. “What the hell would they do with a baseball field? Cricket, maybe, and no doubt football, but—”