Chapter 15AsI stood frowning, looking solid and Marine-like, Belen’s securityforces filed into the yard. Rab had already spent half a day withthem, so the men and women in their trim burgundy uniforms lookedsnappy. The wind almost clicked as they marched in. They stoodeightabreast, arms at their side. Most were humans, but a few of thehandshanging out of the sleeves were furry. A couple were green. TwogoldIotans. Which I applauded. I always thought Iotans were verydependable. When you’re under fire and stress, which we were goingto be, it’s always nice to have friends who are dependable.
Iwalked out and tried to look tough as nails. I remembered the linefrom Belen from long ago. “You don’t have to try, Logan. You looktough as nails all the time. Try smiling once in a while.”
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