everything for fifty kilometers. Wiped out all the intelligent life on the planet. Only thing that saved us was our suits. If heâd shot a couple of them, thereâd still be intelligent life on that planet, heâd still be alive, and I wouldnât be in constant pain. You donât shoot, Iâll shoot you.â
Lester quieted. âYes, sir.â
âPart of the reason that the Scouts were formed was so humans wouldnât wipe out any more intelligent lifeforms, but weâve got to protect ourselves so that we can protect them.â
I held up a second scarred finger. âRule number two: this is work; weâre not on vacation. Get in, get the info, get out. The longer you stay on a planet, the better the chance youâll get in trouble. You want a vacation, go to Vega 5.â
Lester nodded. âMakes sense.â
âLast rule: I make the rules.â
âYouâve got the experience.â
âJust remember that when weâre in the field. Now, weâve got a few months of training before we go anywhere.â I looked at the kid. Kid âI was barely twenty years older than him. His eager, unscarred face reminded me of a dozen other new Scouts Iâd watched come off that passenger ship. Most never made the return trip home. âYou ready for this?â
âYes, sir.â Lester sat up very straight. His head touched the roof of the car.
âNo, youâre not.â The car reached the barracks. I got out and grabbed Lesterâs bag. I waved my credit chit at the carâs sensor. âLakeside Hotel, also credit one return trip for the passenger.â The car flashed an acknowledgment. I saw Lester was puzzled. âYou got a credit chit?â
âYes, sir.â
âYouâll probably find Marina at the hotel bar drowning her sorrows. Enjoy yourself. Itâll be the last time for a while. I put the return on file so you can get back here if you spend all your savings trying to impress her. Youâre in room 36 of the barracks. You get up at the normal time, no matter when you get back.â I slammed the car door and it sped off.
The kid had overpacked. I had a hell of a time lugging that bag to his room. A couple of other Scouts in the barracks saw me dragging the bag and asked if Iâd gotten a care package from mommy. No one offered to help. I love my fellow Scouts.
When I checked in the morning, the barracks computer said Lester had crawled in at 0200. I cut him some slack and didnât roust him until 0530. He dragged himself down to the mess hall and started downing what passes for coffee on this planet. They brew it a lot stronger here than they do at the Academy. Lester downed enough to make him really twitchy and keep him awake for a couple of days. That probably saved his good looks.
We went on a long hike after breakfast. The doc had given me a shot in the knee so I could keep moving. I took a bang-stick to lean on and for extra defense. Lester outfitted himself. The class 3 fence around the facility should have given him a clue, but, as expected, he dressed for a warm summerâs outing.
Outside the fence, a road led, arrow-straight, to another Scout facility. We took the trails instead, winding through a land of red boulders and sparse desert vegetation. Lester, who hadnât bothered to tuck his pants into the tops of his boots, was being eaten alive by the sand fleas. He tried to keep up a good pace while scratching and beating on his legs.
Snarky was waiting in his usual hiding place in the rocks next to a well-worn animal track. Lester had the lead. He managed to get his arm up before Snarky smacked him. That prevented Lester from getting permanent scars on his face, but his arm broke. I sat on a rock to view the melee.
Snarky is something like a cross between an ant, a bear and an alligator: over two meters tall standing on what goes for his back legs, unpleasant to look at and highly territorial.