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Jordo said.
    Pooch snorted again. "Speak for yourself. Maybe the Lancers are screwy in the head, but the Hellcats are rock solid."
    "I meant he's right when he said we're alike."
    That seemed like it pissed her off more than anything else he'd said. "No. No. There's a big difference between us. The Hellcats are volunteers. We signed up. You're all convicts who took a deal to get out of prison."
    "What a sweet deal..." Dirty said as she adjusted herself on the steel slab.
    "We're nothing alike." Pooch almost hissed it. She turned away and shook her head and pretended to laugh at the idea.
    Jordo said, "Yeah we are. You're another brain-shake zoomie, just like me. Bet you can't go six hours without trying to mix it up. When you don't get some...when you don't get the monster beat out of you...it's like the whole world is all grayed out." She looked away, in denial of it, but her pilots were listening now, looking up through the bars at Jordo because they knew exactly what he was talking about. "That inertial negation can mess you up. I can't go five minutes without being so sure a fight's going to happen that I make it happen . And everything's just too pissing slow... All the time. You're the same way. Pulse-pinch shook your brain. Now, you're all shook up just like me...like us. Now, you got a monster inside."
    For the briefest moment, the torrent of hate coming from Pooch's eyes had ceased, but less than a second after he spoke those words, it came back hard. "Don't treat us like your nuggets." She practically spat the words. "We were behind the Sirius Line for three months on our own. We didn't need anyone holding our hands then. We don't need it now." Her voice turned ten degrees colder in a flash. " You're damaged maybe. We're fine. And besides, nobody needs advice from a squadron leader with only five pilots left in his whole, sad-ass, jailbird squadron."
    Jordo was glad he couldn't reach Pooch through the bars because suddenly it was as if his brain broke. It filled with angry static so loud he couldn't think anything besides fractured images of what he wanted to say...images of him making her pay for what she'd said. His vision flashed like someone was playing with the lights and he burned under his skin. If there was a chance he could have gotten his hands around Hellcat 1-1's throat, then the monster inside him would have tried and Jordo wouldn't have been able to stop it.
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    Ram went through the hatch into the primary launch module's 2nd maintenance bay where preparations for the upcoming assault were already underway. Warspite torpedoes covered most of the deck where Chief Horcheese and her redsuits modified them to the specifications ordered by Matilda Witt. On the far side of the bay, Hardway 's boarders drew MA-48 rifles and gathered with Lucy Elan's company marines around a detailed projection of alien anatomy.
    "Dammit!" Horcheese stepped back and engaged in positional correction to open a stubborn torpedo casing. She kicked the hatch cover near the reluctant latch using the heel of her boot and some hate she'd saved up for the Squidies. When she glanced up and saw Ram coming, it didn't stop her from kicking the torpedo. Ram knew enough to let her work.
    Matilda Witt had obviously read Hardway 's logs and action reports because she'd ordered 56 of the fusion warheads turned into fast neutron fizzlers. The warheads were being intentionally imbalanced so they didn't go off properly and instead traded their fission punch for a reaction producing only copious fast neutron emissions....the kind that penetrate radiation shielding and armor to wreck hell with a ship's systems.
    Ram worked his way around the edge of the bay where puddles of condensate had formed. He kept his eyes on Lucy Elan just so that Horcheese's redsuits didn't think he'd come down here to supervise them. Since he'd become the XO, Ram had figured out that sometimes his job was to be everywhere, directing everything and sometimes his job was