The Complete Legacy Trilogy: Star Corps, Battlespace, Star Marines

“Thank you, sir.” He was somewhat irritated by Rostenkowski’s brusque manner. His Marines had done a hell of a job these past four days, and he was being congratulated for his public relations skills in keeping the collateral damage he’d inflicted out of the netnews downloads.

“This is an Army deployment area now, Captain. Tell your people to stand down unit by unit as we relieve them.”

“Aye aye, sir.”

“Oh, and you’d better get yourself presentable.”

“Sir?”

“A special TAV is being vectored in to pick you up. Should be grounded within fifteen mikes.”

Warhurst looked down at himself. He was wearing his armor, sans helmet and gauntlets, and the active camo surface was sand-pitted, gritty, and streaked with grime. His one-piece underneath was sweat-soaked and rank; he’d not had a bath in four days, and he knew his depilatory had worn off a couple of days back, leaving him with a distinctly unregulation shadow on his face.

He’d not brought much in the way of toiletries or spare uniforms … not for a deployment that was supposed to last for a day, two at the most.

“A TAV? Taking me where?”

Rostenkowski shrugged. “Back to Quantico. Don’t know why. All I know is to tell you to be ready to go … and to leave your people in charge of your number two.” Rostenkowski turned then and began shouting orders at the soldiers unloading supply crates from one of the transport floaters.

Warhurst used his internal mapping biocybes to locate his XO. He would have to let her know what was going down.

And where the hell was he going to find a clean uniform?

Esteban Residence

Guaymas, Sonora Territory

United Federal Republic, Earth

0902 hours PT

“I’m leaving, Mom. I have to.”

They strolled along the stone-strewn beach, the oily gray surf of the Sea of California lapping at their feet, the muddy breakers just ankle high. The sun blazed low above the mountains in the east, promising another sweltering day. Both John and his mother wore lightweight bodysuits against the UV and the heat, and their faces glistened with blocking oils generated by antisun nanotreatments.

“I know, Johnny. I just wish you weren’t joining the Marines, is all.”

“Why?” He tried a grin. “It’s not like we don’t have it in our blood. Garroway’s March?”

“Oh, it’s in your blood, all right. Damn it.”

“The thing is, I don’t want to leave you. Dad can be … tough to live with.”

She sighed. “Don’t I know it? But … he means well. He’s just … under a lot of stress lately, is all. …”

“Damn it, Mom, I wish you’d quit making excuses for him. He drinks too much, and when he’s drunk, he loses his temper. The cybercontrols don’t seem to be helping him much.”

“He disabled them.”

“What?”

She nodded. “About six months ago. He admitted it to me, during a fight. He said the control implant made him feel like he wasn’t himself.”

“Does his doctor AI know?”

“I don’t know. It’s his business, not mine.”

“It’s your business if he hits you! If he makes your life miserable!”

“He’s only … gotten physical a couple of times. …”

“That’s a couple of times too damned many!” He shook his head. “Maybe I shouldn’t leave after all. …”

“No, Johnny. No, you were right the first time. You’ve got to go. Maybe if you do, there won’t be as much holding me here.”

“I worry about you, Mom.”

“Don’t. I can look out for myself.”

“Mom, I’ve been researching this, downloading stuff from the psych library in Hermosillo. Dad is an abuser. A clinically abusive personality. If we stay here—if you stay here—he’ll hurt you. Maybe worse. You’ve got to get out.”

“It’s not that bad, Johnny. Really. It’s just sometimes he can’t control himself.”

“Bullshit.”

“What?”

“I said, bullshit. Look … the last time he hit you … if there’d been a cop in the living room that time, or even a security robot, recording what happened, do you think he would have touched you?”

“That’s not—”

“Would he have hit you if anyone was there?”

She struggled with the thought for a moment. “Well … no.”

“Then he can control himself. Don’t you see? He hits you because he can, because he knows he can get away with it, and it’s a way of exercising power. And it’s not just the hitting. Words can hurt as much as fists sometimes, you know? What the downloads I’ve been looking at call emotional abuse. And the way he spies on us, tries to go through our private cyberfiles …” John shook his head, feeling desperate. “That’s why I’ve got to leave, now. I just can’t take it any longer. If I don’t leave now—”

“I know, son. I want you to go.”

“But I don’t want to abandon you.”

“You’re not. I told you to go, didn’t I?” She managed a smile. “Don’t worry about me. I’ve been thinking … I’ve been thinking about my sister in San Diego, maybe going up and seeing her.”

“If you do, Mom, don’t come back. Please?”

“We’ll see. As for you … you’ll be careful?”

“As careful as they’ll let me be.”