definition of a plumb line.
âHavenât seen Ahn-Kha this morning, have you?â
âNo, sir,â Hank said, reverting to military expression with the ease of long practice.
Valentine hadnât smelled the Grogâs presence at headquarters, but Ahn-Kha kept to himself in a partially blocked stairwell when he was at the headquarters. Ahn-Kha was evaluating and drilling some of the newer Razorbacks, mostly Texan volunteers whoâd been funneled to them through Southern Commandâs haphazard field personnel depot north of the city. Southern Command tended to get recruits the all-Texan units didnât want, and Ahn-Kha knew how to turn lemons into lemonade. The first thing Valentine wanted recruits to learn was to respect Grogs, whether they were friends or enemies.
Way too many lives had been lost in the past thanks to mistakes.
Valentine asked Hank to go fill a tray, saw that the light was on in Meadowsâ office, and poked his head in to see if his superior had anything new on the rumored attack.
âForward posts all quiet, sir,â Valentine reported.
âIâm not forward or quiet,â William Post replied. His salt-and-pepper hair showed white traces of boric acid. âNarcisse made her chili last night.â Valentineâs old subordinate, an ex-Quisling Coastal Marine whoâd helped him take the Thunderbolt across the Caribbean and back, and was one of the best officers heâd ever known, went back to sorting com-flimsies. Valentineâs ears picked up a stifled burp.
âAnything happen here?â Besides the usual morning gas .
Meadows had the look of a man just up from a twenty-minute nap that was the only sleep heâd gotten that night. He closed his shirt, his missing-fingered hand working the buttons up the seam like a busy insect. âNot even the usual harassing fire. Theyâre finally running out of shells. Big Wings overhead in the night.â
Big Wings were the larger, gargoylelike flyers the Kurians kept in the taller towers of Dallas. Both smarter and rarer than the Harpies Valentine had encountered, they tended to stay above, out of rifle shot, in the dark. Some weeks ago Valentine had seen a dead one that had been brought down by chance; it had been wearing a pair of binoculars and carrying an aerial photograph, grease-penciled icons squiggled all over the photo marking the besieging armyâs current positions.
âI had the A Company men turn in,â Post reported. "The armored cars are still ready to roll, and C Companyâs alerted. Just in case.â
âThanks, Will,â Valentine said. âColonel, I still think theyâre preparing a surprise. Iâd suggest we keep the line fully manned.â Valentine regretted the words before his tongue stilled. Meadows was smart enough that he didnât need to be told the obvious.
âOur sources could be wrong. Again,â Meadows said, glancing at the flimsy-basket next to his door. It was piled with messages that came in overnight but werenât important enough to require the CO to be awakened. The belief that an attack was due had been based on Valentineâs intelligence, everything from deserter interrogations to vague murmurs from Dallas Operations that the heart of the city was abuzz with activity. There was no hint of reprimand or peevishness in his tone. Meadows knew war was guesswork, and frequently the guesses were wrong.
âSir, Smoke came in while I was out,â Valentine said. âIâll debrief her over breakfast.â
Post gave Valentine a playful wink as Meadows read his messages. Duvalierâs appropriation of Valentineâs bed whenever she was with the Razors inspired a few jokes about Valentineâs âoperations.â Valentine suspected that the best lines originated from Postâs salty throat.
âHow are the men up the boulevard doing?â Meadows asked.
âThe boulevardâ was a wide