He finished his drink. Then he called again for his aide and told the officer what he wanted. The comely young woman was brought to him immediately. She was different than the one he'd had last time, which was good. Life offered many possibilities, and Dardas, now that he was alive again, meant to enjoy as many of those possibilities as he could.
AQUINT (2)
"STAND EASY . . . AQUINT, is it?"
"Sir?"
Aquint maintained his rigid stance, unsure of what the order meant. He was still getting used to this
military lingo. It was ironic that, though he still didn't really consider himself a soldier, he had nonetheless
been promoted. • "Relax," the officer expanded, waving at the seat opposite his desk. "Sit down. You
make me tired just watching you. We're not as spit and polish here in the quartermaster's as they are out
there in the field. Make yourself comfortable while I read these orders."
Aquint did as he was instructed and peered curiously about as the officer pored over the scroll he had
just been handed. Aquint had been ordered to report to this warehouse in the city of Sook. Not much of
a city-state, he judged. Shabby, in fact, compared to Callah. But it was now a part of the growing Felk
Empire, owing to its recent unequivocal surrender. Apparently spines didn't grow strong among the
people of Sook. Callah, at least, had put
up a decent, if inadequate, resistance before giving in to the Felk.
The warehouse looked pretty much like any other warehouse he had been in, including his own. There
were stacks of materials with aisles running between them, and men and women wandering about in
seemingly aimless patterns loading and unloading wagons. Much of the material was more war-oriented
than he was used to seeing, with stores of weapons and armor, and there were wizards present, but other
than that, he had the strange feeling of coming home.
He had been surprised by this posting, thinking a "transportation officer" would remain in the field with the
wagons and equipment. But of course supplies had to come from somewhere, and this warehouse was
one of those places.
"Brand new officer, eh?" the man said, glancing up from the scroll. "Well, no matter. We can use any help
we can get right now. I notice you aren't wearing an officer's uniform. Why is that?"
"I was told I was being transferred here to take a posting as a junior officer," Aquint said. "Nobody told
me if the new rank was effective immediately or after I started work in the new position. I thought it
better to dress the part too late rather than too early."
"Mmm. Probably the wisest course," the officer nodded. "Have you had any previous experience?"
"Not in being an officer. No, sir," Aquint responded.
"Well, no matter. I was a shopkeeper in Felk myself before this war started. You'll catch on quick
enough. Tell me, what do you think the job of an officer is?"
Aquint hesitated, then shrugged. "As near as I can figure, it's like any other manager or supervisor. You
do as little as possible by delegating everything to others ... sir."
The officer gave a quick bark of laughter. "Well put. And better than most answers I've heard." Then he
sobered slightly. "Of course, there's another side to it as well. You also get to take the blame for anything
that goes wrong in your command. I should know. I just spent the morning getting chewed out by my
own superior for something I have no control over."
"Sir?" Aquint said, curious in spite of himself. "Lost material," the officer growled. "Lost? Between here and the field?" The officer nodded. "We send material directly, if you know what I mean."
Ah. The wizards, Aquint thought. They were transport mages, and they sent supplies to the troops in the field through those portals. It was an impressive way to keep an army supplied.
"And still they're saying that the shipments are coming up short, despite the spot check inventories I've implemented," the officer said unhappily. "How much is missing?"
"According to the numbers people, about ten percent." "That's too much," Aquint said thoughtfully, an idea starting to form in his mind.
"That's exactly what my superior said," the officer said, peering closely at his new charge. "It sounds like you know something about this kind of operation."
"I used to run a freight and hauling outfit in Callah before the Felk came," Aquint said. "You expect a certain amount of loss to pilferage from the help, stuff that 'falls off the wagon.' But ten percent is too high for casual theft. It sounds like someone is running an organized ring right under your nose."
"I see," the officer said, rubbing his chin. "You know, Aquint, it sounds like you can be a lot of help to me after all. Any suggestions as to what we can do?"
"Just one, at the moment," Aquint said. "Does anyone except you and me know I'm being assigned here as an officer?"
"Didn't know it myself until you handed me the scroll."
"Well, let's keep it that way for the time being. Give me the rest of the day off so I can look around Sook, and when I start tomorrow, have me introduced around as a new transfer, nothing more."
"I can do that. But why?"
Aquint smiled. "I imagine that regular grunts tend to go mum around officers, if it's anything like it is between workers and bosses," he said. "I'll probably hear a lot more if they think I'm just another mud-slogger. With any luck at all, they'll try to recruit me for whatever they have going."
"I have no problem with that," the officer nodded. "Very well, we'll try it your way. As you say, take the rest of the day to get to know beautiful Sook, and we'll start first thing in the morning."
"Ah, sir?"
"Yes, Aquint?"
"I'll still be getting paid as an officer, won't I? I mean, just because ..."
"Don't worry," the officer laughed. "We'll take care of you. Glad to hear you're still watching out for your own interests, though. Man has to look out for himself, even in the army."
SOOK'S OCCUPATION BY the Felk meant its citizens, those who hadn't been conscripted into the army, were quickly learning to obey the new laws. There was a curfew, and a list of crimes and punishments each person had to memorize. Mostly this was a way to keep the population intimidated. Judging by the nervous and timid looks Aquint received from civilian passersby as he emerged from the warehouse, it was working.
"Don't worry, sir," he said to himself, as he made his way down the street. He was smiling. "I'll be sure
to remember to look out for my own interests."
"You're looking pleased with yourself," Cat said, materializing at his side.
"Cat! Hey! Good to see you! I was starting to think I had lost you for good."
In fact, Aquint hadn't seen Cat since the night he told him about his transfer to Sook. The next morning his young friend had vanished, and Aquint had actually started to wonder if their partnership had been severed as quickly and wordlessly as it had formed.
"Thought I'd run on ahead and get a feel for the place."
Cat shrugged. "Camping out with the army types is one thing, but you and I know cities. The more you can find out about a new city, the better off you'll be in the long run."
"Excellent," Aquint said, nodding almost to himself. "That will fit in nicely."
"Nicely with what? And you still haven't told me why you're grinning like someone who just beat the taxman." "We've got a potentially sweet deal going here, Cat m'lad," Aquint said. "I may actually start enjoying being in the army."