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"
How
should
I
know
?
If
Major
Landry
wants
you
to
take
off
your
skin
and
dance
in
your
bones
,
do
it
!
"
"
Yes
,
sir
.
Major
Landry
.
"
I
relayed
the
word
and
set
up
a
bodyguard
by
sub-areas
.
Then
I
met
them
as
they
arrived
because
I
was
curious
;
I
had
never
seen
a
special
talent
at
work
.
They
landed
inside
my
right
flank
rear
and
got
out
.
Major
Landry
and
two
officers
were
wearing
armor
and
hand
flamers
but
the
talent
had
no
armor
and
no
weapons
--
just
an
oxygen
mask
.
He
was
dressed
in
a
fatigue
uniform
without
insignia
and
he
seemed
terribly
bored
by
everything
.
I
was
not
introduced
to
him
.
He
looked
like
a
sixteen-year
old
boy
...
until
I
got
close
and
saw
a
network
of
wrinkles
around
his
weary
eyes
.
As
he
got
out
he
took
off
his
breathing
mask
.
I
was
horrified
,
so
I
spoke
to
Major
Landry
,
helmet
to
helmet
without
radio
.
"
Major
--
the
air
around
here
is
'
hot
.
'
Besides
that
,
we
've
been
warned
that
--
"
"
Pipe
down
,
"
said
the
Major
.
"
He
knows
it
.
"
I
shut
up
.
The
talent
strolled
a
short
distance
,
turned
and
pulled
his
lower
lip
.
His
eyes
were
closed
and
he
seemed
lost
in
thought
.
He
opened
them
and
said
fretfully
,
"
How
can
one
be
expected
to
work
with
all
those
silly
people
jumping
around
?
"
Major
Landry
said
crisply
,
"
Ground
your
platoon
.
"
I
gulped
and
started
to
argue
--
then
cut
in
the
all-hands
circuit
:
