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they can get on with their research.”
    Murtry chuckled. “God bless the eggheads. All right.”
    “We still have the two light atmospheric shuttles,” Havelock went on. “I can get pilots for them, and we can evacuate the people we have on the ground.”
    “No evac. The squatters don’t get to win this,” Murtry said. “No one that goes down there comes back up. We put more people down there to support them. Whatever their research is, we make damned sure it’s moving forward and everyone down there sees it’s moving forward.”
    “Yes, sir,” Havelock said, feeling vaguely embarrassed.
    “Reeve, you’re going down. Deal with the locals. Find out what you can. Keep our people safe. We want a show of force.”
    “But nothing strong enough they can use it for sympathy on the newsfeeds back home,” Reeve said as if he were agreeing.
    “Wei, I want your eyes on the enemy ship. If it starts warming up its drive, I want to know.”
    “Permission to put my comm laser upgrade into effect?”
    The Edward Israel didn’t have torpedo tubes or gauss guns. The closest they had to a weapon was an ancient comm laser that could be hacked to cutting strength. The ship had been designed when the dangers of space were all about radiation and air supply, not intentional violence. It was almost quaint.
    “No,” Murtry said. “Just monitor what they’re doing, listen to the chatter, and bring it back to me. If someone needs to make the call, that’s me. No initiative. Understood?”
    “Yes, sir.”
    “Havelock, you’re going to be up here coordinating with the team on the ground. Use the shuttles however they need to be used to get personnel and materials down to the surface. We’re here to establish a base. We’ll start establishing it.”
    “And if there’s another attack, sir?” Wei asked.
    “Then that’s a decision the squatters will have made, and we’ll respect their choice,” Murtry said.
    “I’m not sure what you mean, sir,” she said.
    Murtry’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “There’s a dignity in consequences.”
    ~
    Havelock’s quarters were only slightly larger than the cells in the brig, but much more comfortable. He was webbed into his crash couch at the end of his shift when a soft knock came at the door and Murtry pulled himself in. The security chief was scowling, but no more so than usual.
    “Anything up, chief?” Havelock asked.
    “You’ve worked with Belters,” Murtry said. “What do you think of ’em?”
    “They’re people,” Havelock said. “Some are better than others. I still have friends on Ceres.”
    “Fine. But what do you think of Belters?”
    Havelock shifted, the motion setting him drifting up against his restraints as he thought. “They’re insular. Tribal, almost. I think what they have most in common is that they don’t like inner planet types. A Martian can sometimes pass, though. They have the whole low-g physiology thing.”
    “So mostly they hate Earthers,” Murtry said.
    “That’s what pulls them together. That thing where they’re oppressed by Earth is just about the one thing they have in common. So they cultivate it. Hating people like us is what makes them them.”
    Murtry nodded. “You know there are people that would call you prejudiced for saying that.”
    “It’s only prejudice when you haven’t been there,” Havelock said. “I was on Ceres Station just before it broke for the OPA. For me, it’s all lived experience.”
    “Well, I think you’re right,” Murtry said. “That’s why I wanted to talk to you. Off the record. Most of the people we’ve got on the ship are Earthers or at least Martian. But there are a few Belt types. Like that mechanical tech. What’s his name?”
    “Bischen?”
    “Him. Just keep an eye on those ones.”
    “Is there something going on?”
    “Just that the squatters are mostly Belt and outer planets, and the RCE is an Earth company. I don’t want anyone getting their loyalties