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    There are twelve Climbers in the squadron. They cling to a larger vessel like a bunch of ticks.
    The larger vessel looks like the frame and plumbing of a skyscraper after the walls and floors are removed. This is the mother, the command and control ship. She'll carry her chicks into the patrol sector and scatter them, then pick up any patrolling vessels that have expended their missiles and need rides home.
    Though a Climber can space for half a year and few patrols last longer than a month, Command wants no range sacrificed getting to the zone, nor any stores expended. Stores are a Climber's biggest headache, her Achilles' heel. By their nature the vessels pack a lot of hardware into tightly limited space. There's little room left for crew or consumables.
    "Awful lot of ornamentation," I say.
    The Commander snorts. "And most of it useless. They're always tinkering. Always adding something.
    Always upping our dead mass and cutting our comforts. Patrols are getting shorter and shorter, aren't they? This time it's a goddamned magnetic cannon that shoots ball bearings. Just a test run, they say. Shit. Six months from now every ship in the Fleet will have one. Can't think of a damned thing more useless, can you?"
    He's steamed. He hasn't said this much, in one lump, since I arrived. I'd better prod while the prodding is good. "Maybe there's a use. Might find it in the mission orders. Something new to try."
    "Shit." He folds up again. I know better than to go after him. That just makes him stay closed longer.
    I study the mother and Climbers. Nine slot. That one will be my home.... For how long? Quick patrol? I hope so. These men would be hard to endure over a prolonged mission.

2 Canaan
    I stepped off the courier ship, dropped my gear, looked around. "This is a world at war?"
    The courier had dropped us in the middle of a grassy plain that stretched unbroken to every horizon. That vista would have scared the shit out of someone less accustomed to open spaces. I confess to mild wobblies of my own. Service people don't spend much time out of doors.
    In the near distance, a vast herd of beef cattle decided we f were harmless and resumed grazing.
    Shadowing them were a few outriders. Kick out cattle and horsemen and there'd have been no evidence that this was an inhabited world.
    "Cowboys? For Christ's sake." They weren't Wild West cowboys, but not that different, either. The nature of a profession often defines its garb and gear.
    The courier joined me. "Picturesque, isn't it?"
    "After that ride coming in... What the hell was all the jumping about?" A courier boat has no room for observers on its bridge. I'd gone through the approach blind.
    "Destroyer. Old scow." He snapped his fingers and grinned. "Shook her like that."
    "How come you're such a pale shade, then?" My shipmate of the past few weeks was a black subLieutenant whose main pleasure was the witty ethnic insult. He didn't argue that one. It'd been a tight squeeze.
    "They'll be along any minute. Said they were sending somebody."
    "Why out here? Why not straight into Turbeyville?" He hadn't revealed his landing plan beforehand.
    "We'd have got smoked. Planetary Defense doesn't waste time shitting around with Fleet couriers.
    They're busy covering the lifter pipe from the Pits. They don't want to hear from home anyhow." He patted the case chained to his wrist. Odd, I thought, that it should be so huge. Suitcase size.
    Big suitcase. "They'll cuss me for two weeks."
    I studied the chain. "Damn. I'll have to cut your hand off now."
    "That isn't funny." The poor bastards. They get so paranoid they won't turn their backs on their own mothers.
    The chain was long. He put the case down and sat on it. He said, "Just open them baby blues and turn yourself a slow circle, Lieutenant."
    I did. The plains. The grass. The cowboys, who showed no interest in the boat.
    "What do you see?"
    "Not a whole lot."
    "You've seen it all. Change your plans. Come on home with me."
    "There's