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.”“If there is help,” Belinda said.How long could the Marine Corps survive in hiding? It wasn't in their nature to hide.“It would be workable.”She considered it.It wouldn't be the same as being on active duty, so she could relax and slowly fit into her new role.There would be less at stake, at least at first, with no real deadline.And she would be able to spend time with Glen.He wasn’t a Pathfinder; hell, he wasn't even a Marine.But that didn't matter.“Very well, sir,” she said.“I will accept.”“Then you will depart in a week or so,” the Commandant said.“You may as well give him the good news.”“Yes, sir,” Belinda said.Good for you, Doug said.You get to have your cake and eat it too.Belinda sighed as she walked out of the hatch, then ignored the voice as best as she could.***Glen looked up as the hatch bleeped, then opened.His quarters on the ship were best described as tiny, with hardly enough room to swing a cat, although he was alone.The presence of other bunks suggested the room was intended to hold at least four occupants, when the ship was at full capacity.“Glen,” Belinda said.“I see they’ve put you in the guest quarters.”“I’m glad I’m not claustrophobic,” Glen said, as he turned to face her.“What are the real quarters like?”“Put it this way,” Belinda said, as she sat down on the bunk.“We cram eight Marines into a room this size.”Glen looked from side to side, then shook his head in disbelief.Most of the Marines he'd seen on the ship had looked muscular, with a couple large enough to pass for gorillas.Fitting eight of them into the tiny compartment seemed impossible.He doubted he would be able to even wake up without banging his head on the bed overhead.“It’s true,” Belinda assured him.She smiled, then looked at him.“The Commandant has agreed to give you your ship, provided” – she held a hand up before he could say a word – “you take me along with you.”Glen looked into her blue eyes and smiled back.“I’d be delighted,” he said.And he would be, he realised.Belinda wasn't Isabel, but she didn't have to be.“You did well on Terra Nova.”“I wish I felt that way,” Belinda said.Her face twisted into sudden realisation.“And you know we have two hours before dinner?”“Oh,” Glen said, as she locked the hatch.“And what do you propose we do with that time?”“We’ll think of something,” Belinda said.She smiled, mischievously.“Our papers will probably say we’re husband and wife.We’d better start practicing.”And she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.The EndThe Empire’s Corps will return inNever SurrenderComing Soon!AfterwordThe Law is the true embodimentOf everything that's excellent.It has no kind of fault or flaw,And I, my Lords, embody the Law.—The Lord Chancellor, IolantheIt is a curious fact that the Roman Republic never had a police force.There was no disinterested force keeping the peace on Rome’s streets, even though political disputes led to outright violence, murder and, to some extent, outright war between Rome and the other allied cities of Italy.Indeed, the lead up to both Sulla and Caesar’s attacks on Rome were marred with intensive political violence and a marked disregard for the rule of law.I believe, to some extent, that the failure to have a dedicated police service that upheld the peace, without fear or favour, played a large role in the collapse of the Roman Republic and the eventual rise of Emperor Augustus.Political disputes led to outright violence – the killing of Clodius by Milo, for example – while lawsuits brought against Roman politicians made failure something to be avoided at all costs.It was truly said that any Roman Governor needed three years in office; one to pay off the expenditure in rising to high office, one to make a fortune and one to amass the funds for legal defence after his term in office expired [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.”“If there is help,” Belinda said.How long could the Marine Corps survive in hiding? It wasn't in their nature to hide.“It would be workable.”She considered it.It wouldn't be the same as being on active duty, so she could relax and slowly fit into her new role.There would be less at stake, at least at first, with no real deadline.And she would be able to spend time with Glen.He wasn’t a Pathfinder; hell, he wasn't even a Marine.But that didn't matter.“Very well, sir,” she said.“I will accept.”“Then you will depart in a week or so,” the Commandant said.“You may as well give him the good news.”“Yes, sir,” Belinda said.Good for you, Doug said.You get to have your cake and eat it too.Belinda sighed as she walked out of the hatch, then ignored the voice as best as she could.***Glen looked up as the hatch bleeped, then opened.His quarters on the ship were best described as tiny, with hardly enough room to swing a cat, although he was alone.The presence of other bunks suggested the room was intended to hold at least four occupants, when the ship was at full capacity.“Glen,” Belinda said.“I see they’ve put you in the guest quarters.”“I’m glad I’m not claustrophobic,” Glen said, as he turned to face her.“What are the real quarters like?”“Put it this way,” Belinda said, as she sat down on the bunk.“We cram eight Marines into a room this size.”Glen looked from side to side, then shook his head in disbelief.Most of the Marines he'd seen on the ship had looked muscular, with a couple large enough to pass for gorillas.Fitting eight of them into the tiny compartment seemed impossible.He doubted he would be able to even wake up without banging his head on the bed overhead.“It’s true,” Belinda assured him.She smiled, then looked at him.“The Commandant has agreed to give you your ship, provided” – she held a hand up before he could say a word – “you take me along with you.”Glen looked into her blue eyes and smiled back.“I’d be delighted,” he said.And he would be, he realised.Belinda wasn't Isabel, but she didn't have to be.“You did well on Terra Nova.”“I wish I felt that way,” Belinda said.Her face twisted into sudden realisation.“And you know we have two hours before dinner?”“Oh,” Glen said, as she locked the hatch.“And what do you propose we do with that time?”“We’ll think of something,” Belinda said.She smiled, mischievously.“Our papers will probably say we’re husband and wife.We’d better start practicing.”And she leaned forward and kissed him on the lips.The EndThe Empire’s Corps will return inNever SurrenderComing Soon!AfterwordThe Law is the true embodimentOf everything that's excellent.It has no kind of fault or flaw,And I, my Lords, embody the Law.—The Lord Chancellor, IolantheIt is a curious fact that the Roman Republic never had a police force.There was no disinterested force keeping the peace on Rome’s streets, even though political disputes led to outright violence, murder and, to some extent, outright war between Rome and the other allied cities of Italy.Indeed, the lead up to both Sulla and Caesar’s attacks on Rome were marred with intensive political violence and a marked disregard for the rule of law.I believe, to some extent, that the failure to have a dedicated police service that upheld the peace, without fear or favour, played a large role in the collapse of the Roman Republic and the eventual rise of Emperor Augustus.Political disputes led to outright violence – the killing of Clodius by Milo, for example – while lawsuits brought against Roman politicians made failure something to be avoided at all costs.It was truly said that any Roman Governor needed three years in office; one to pay off the expenditure in rising to high office, one to make a fortune and one to amass the funds for legal defence after his term in office expired [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]