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Red Wing "Name?" Awed and stunned by my surroundings, and the thinly veiled antagonism in Commander Lebert voice, I swallowed several times before I could answer. "Lieutenant Anthony L. Rice, USC, 157..." "I just asked your name, Lieutenant, not your life's story." The commander looked at his two newest replacements with a disapproving scowl. "And you?" The commander switched his gaze to the woman beside me. I had only met her on the trip out, which was short considering that all but a few hours were spent in stasis. The commander's question somehow managed to sound like an accusation. I decided that the commander was an expert at belittling people. "Stamp, sir Lieutenant Marty E. Stamp." "I wouldn't be too proud of it, Lieutenant; I gave SpaceCom very specific instructions concerning the posting of females to my outfit. Don't grow attached to this place." "That shouldn't be a problem...

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