The Complete Legacy Trilogy: Star Corps, Battlespace, Star Marines. Ian Douglas

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      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.”

      “It’s just that … Wouldn’t the Navy be … well … cleaner?”

      He laughed. “No muddy foxholes on a high guard cruiser, that’s for sure. But, no. I’ve wanted to go with the Corps ever since I read Ocher Sands.” He’d liked the downloaded drama so much that he’d bought the hardcopy book as well. He’d been enticed by the fact that it was about his great-grandfather, “Sands of Mars Garroway,” and his grandmother, Caitlin. But he’d been permanently hooked by the tales of Marine men and women serving off-world, on the moon, Mars, and the Jovian satellites.

      “I hear it’s awfully hard. The training, I mean.”

      He reached down, picked up a flat stone the size of the palm of his hand, and sent it skipping out across the waves three … four … a fifth skip before it sank. “Yeah. And I’ll tell you the truth, Mom. I don’t know if I can cut it. But I know I have to try.”

      “I imagine with that kind of attitude, you’ll make it. I’m proud of you, Johnny.”

      “Thanks, Mom. Are you … you’re sure you’ll be all right?”

      “I’ll be fine. Will you be okay?”

      “Sure! Plenty of fresh air and exercise? Plenty to eat? And plenty of friendly, helpful drill instructors to remind me of Dad in his more emotional moments, just so I don’t get homesick.” He didn’t add that Lynnley would be there too. His mom knew he and Lynnley had been seeing each other, but he didn’t think she would understand their pact. She might think he was joining the Marines just because Lynn was joining, and that wasn’t the way things were at all.

      “One question, son.”

      “Shoot.”

      “Do you still want to be assigned to space duty?”

      “Well … sure. I’ll take SMF if it’s offered. That’s where the real excitement’s at, you know.”

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