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double doors hung a blackboard where the names of the dead and missing were written up prior to
the morning service。 He stood for a moment and stared at the list written there now。 The dead cadets
of Hunt Flight。 Such a damnably long list。 But for five names; it was a roll call for the entire wing。
He opened the doors and looked into the chapel。 It was quiet and very dark; save for the daylight
falling in multi…coloured rays through the lancet windows at the far end。 There was an odour of
wood…wax and floor polish; and also fading flowers。 Someone was sitting down at the front; at the
end of the first pew。 Darrow couldn’t make out who it was; and felt reluctant to disturb them。
Retreating back into the hall; Darrow noticed for the first time the printed posts tacked up on the
wallboards outside the day office。
He started to read them。
Major Heckel came out of the chapel and walked over to him。 “Darrow?”
“What… what is this?” Darrow murmured。
Heckel could hear the tinge of anger in the pilot cadet’s voice。 “You just got back then?” he
asked。 “You’re checked out? You’re all right?”
“What does this mean?” Darrow snapped; pointing at the posts。
Heckel’s face was pinched and pale; and he seemed to shrink back timidly from Darrow’s
bitterness。 “It’s just the way things have worked out; Darrow。”
“Did Eads sign off on this?”
“It was his decision; he—”
“Is he here?”
“Yes。 Yes; he is。”
“I want to see him。”
Heckel bit his lower lip and then nodded。 “Come on。”
The major led the way up the front stairs to the main operations chambers。 Their boots rang on
the hard wood。 Heckel seemed to have a need for small talk。
“Everyone’s been given day leave;” he said; almost cheerfully。 “As of this morning。 Everyone…
Well; news like that; yesterday。 Sort of knocked everybody back。 And as we were about to go into
turnaround and move out to make way for the Imperials; well; it seemed like the best thing; so
Commander Eads issued passes and…”
Darrow wasn’t really listening。 The door to the main operations room was open; and he saw
unfamiliar personnel in Imperial Navy uniforms stare out at him as he went by。
They reached the commander’s outer office and Heckel ushered Darrow in。 Darrow noticed how
badly the major’s gesturing hand was shaking。 Really shaking。
The outer office was empty。 The desks there had been cleared; and transit cartons labelled with
the aquila badge were stacked up in the middle of the well…worn floor。 Heckel knocked gently at the
inner door。 He was answered by a grunt。
They went in。 It was pitch…black inside。
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“Sir…” Heckel began。
“What? Oh; my apologies。” There was a click; and the steel blast shutters over the windows
retracted to let the daylight in。
“I forget; sometimes;” Eads said。
The entering daylight revealed Air Commander Gelwyn Eads behind his brass desk in the bay
under the main window。 The walls of the office were covered with hololiths—formal squadron
group shots; individual pilot portraits; pictures of Wolfcubs and Cyclones; cheerful scenes from base
formals and dinners; a picture of Eads with old man Belks。 A tattered Commonwealth flag was
suspended in pride of place over the fireplace。
Eads was sorting data…slates and charts into filing boxes around his desk。 He was a short; wiry
man in his sixties; his grey hair shaved so short it looked like metal filings coating his scalp。 Little;
round dark glasses covered his eyes。
“Make yourselves known;” he said。 “It’s you; Heckel; am I right?”
Eads had been blind for nineteen years。 He had refused augmetic optics。 There was a dermal
socket behind his left ear which allowed him to plug into operation systems and “see” tactical
displays during sorties; but that was the only compensation he made for his disability。 The plug was
in now; permitting him to identify and sort the data…slates using the code…reader sitting on the desk。
“It is; sir;” said Heckel。 “And Pilot Cadet Darrow。”
Both men saluted with special formality。 Long ago; Eads had decided that men probably weren’t
bothering to salute him properly because he couldn’t see; and had taken to saying “Call that a
salute?” to anyone who visited him。 As a consequence; everyone saluted him with more care and
correctness than they did sighted officers。
“Call that a salute?” Eads said; and smiled。 “Make yourselves easy。 Hello; Darrow。 Are you
recovered?”
“Yes; commander。”
“Good to hear it。 They want me to pack up and leave。 The Navy。 I suppose I should be thankful
for their coming; but it sits uneasily。”
Eads rose; unplugging himself from the code…reader; and walked around the desk。 He used a
sensor cane; topped with the Enothian crest in worn silver; which trembled in his hand if he came
too near to obstacles。 He hardly needed it in his own office; he knew the layout perfectly。 Eads
walked over to the fireplace and touched the edge of the old flag。 Then he pointed at some of the
framed hololiths。
“Company dinner; wintertide 751。 Wesner looks particularly pissed in that shot; doesn’t he? His
cravat is terribly skewed。 That’s… that’s Jahun Nockwist; standing next to his Magog; with his
fitters。 Old Greasy Barwel and his team; Emperor bless them。 There; that’s Humming Bird; my first
Cub。 Bad old lady。 Dropped me in the Sea of Ezra after a flame…out in ’42。 I imagine she’s still
down there; crusted into some reef。”
He turned to face them。 “Am I correct?”
“Yes; commander;” said Heckel。 “Every one。”
Eads nodded。 “I only know because I remember where I hung them。” He took one of the pictures
off the wall; weighed it in his hand; and then carried it over to the desk。 It went into one of the
boxes。 “I don’t suppose I’ll hang them in my new office; wherever that ends up being。 Barely any
point。 I won’t be able to see them。 I mean; remember how they looked。 Might as well nail empty
frames up。 Still; I should take them。”
Eads was still for a moment; deep in thought。 Then he swung his dark lenses round at them
again。
“I imagine this is about the re…assignment; Darrow。”
“Yes; sir。 I’m disappointed to say the least—”
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“I’m sure you are; cadet。 I damn well would be。 But I’m not going to change my mind。 With the
losses yesterday; we’ve scarcely got enough serviceable K4Ts to keep even twenty of the 34th
flying; and that’s with pilots sharing Cubs between sorties。 We’re scaling the wing down; we have
to。 Once we’ve shipped out to another field; we need to trim the numbers。 Some pilots will remain
active… pretty much Vector Flight and Quarry Flight。 Others will be stood down for the time being。
Experienced pilots get priority; Darrow。 I’m sorry。 Hunt Flight was a cadet section。 And—forgive
me for putting it so bluntly; Heckel—there are precious few of Hunt left。 Darrow; you’ll be
reassigned to ground duties; and probably moved back to Zophos Field or Enothopolis in reserve。
It’s just the way it has to work。”
“Yes; sir。” Darrow’s teeth were gritted。
“Reserve isn’t so bad; Darrow;” Eads added。 “You’ll be kept plenty busy; rewarding work。 And
if things come good; you could be flying again before the end of the year。”
Darrow nodded。
“Darrow?”
“Yes; sir。 I… Yes。 I nodded; sir。”
“Nodding doesn’t work for me; airman。”
“Sorry; sir。”
Eads walked back around his desk and resumed his seat。 “Tell you what;” he said。 “Just get it off
your chest; Darrow。”
“Sir?”
“Speak your mind。 Let’s get it done with。”
Darrow glanced at Heckel。 The major’s face seemed even paler than before; and his hands were
both clearly shaking。 But he shrugged an okay to Darrow。
Darrow cleared his throat。 “I know I’ve only been operational four weeks。 I’m a cadet。 All of
that。 And yesterday was a… a…”
He looked at Heckel。 Heckel frowned and shook his head。
“Anyway; I believe I can fly; commander。 I mean; I can fly well。 I’ve hardly had the chance; and
I hate to trumpet myself。 But yesterday; I really felt I… There was this bat and…”
“Yes; Darrow?”
Darrow felt stupid even trying to say it。 “It doesn’t matter; sir。”
Eads sat forward and lifted a data…slate out of the pile to his left。 He put it down in front of him。
“Your

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