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Boss on The Lady. The guy you come to when you've got
problems. That's why I've got such wide shoulders. I've had so many
people cryin' on 'em."
His speech was punctuated by a hollow laugh from the veteran crewmen.
'Play it by The Book and you'll find me a very understanding guy. Get
on the wrong side of me -' He tapped his rank stripe with his
switch-stick. '- and you're liable to end up with a backful of
these." McDonnell paused briefly to allow this threat to sink home.
'My main job is to make sure that the orders of the wagon master and
his execs are carried out - to the letter. And aided by your section
leaders, I am also responsible for on-board discipline. Any wet-foot
who thinks he can relax because he's not shipping out on Big Red One
had better think again. You won't find a tighter train than The Lady,
so keep your noses clean and your wagons trim -' McDonnell caught a
signal from a lineman standing by the door. He snapped his feet
together, swept his switch-stick under his left arm and grasped the
gold top between the thumb and palm of his left hand, fingers extended
rigidly along the axis of the stick. 'Wagon-train... READY!" he
boomed.
Everybody jumped to their feet and braced their shoulders as Commander
Bill Hartmann, the wagon master, entered the briefing room followed by
his ten executive officers. All of them wore chrome yellow,
long-peaked command caps and, with the exception of the Flight
Operations Officer, olive drab fatigues.
As they mounted the platform and Hartmann reached the lectern,
McDonnell's voice boomed out again, 'Wagon traa-i-nn..."
'HO I I' chorussed the crew. The ground shook as the three hundred men
and women thundered to attention and punched their right arm upwards in
a clenched fist salute.
McDonnell turned smartly towards Hartmarm and brought his right arm up
with jack-knife precision to the brim of his stetson. Hartmann's
acknowledgement had a touch of CFI Carrol's famous fly-swipe about
it.
Steve felt reassured. He didn't mind drills and the attendant bullshit
as long as it was backed up by brains. It was hard to be sure at this
distance but the grey-haired Hartmann exuded an aura of thoughtful
intelligence. He was a couple of inches taller than McDonnell, with a
lean, square-jawed face whose most arresting feature was a large white
mustache. Standing alone, one would have judged him to be well-built
but juxtaposed with McDonnell's bull-necked bulk he looked positively
anaemic.
McDonnell turned to face the crew of The Lady. 'Wagon train... EASY?
The men sat down, backs upright, their faces turned towards Hartmann.
His execs formed two staggered lines behind him.
Gus leaned into Steve. 'They call him Buffalo Bill,' he whispered.
Hartmann laid his peaked cap on the lectern, placed a pocket video memo
pad next to it, ran a hand through his silver grey hair and smoothed
his mustache. 'Good morning, gentlemen." He paused and weighed up his
audience. 'I see we have what looks like a full house so it's obvious
we gave you more than enough home leave. I don't know about you, but
after two weeks I start to get the TrailBlazer blues, after three I'm
almost ready to volunteer for PD, and by the end of the fourth week I
feel like calling in the bagmen."
There was a murmur of agreement from the audience.
'Fortunately, that's when I usually get the green line from the
Tactical Plans Board. Once I get that roll-out date I'm as happy as a
wet-foot with a head in each hand. But then -' Hartmann paused and ran
his eyes over the first few rows, '- you trail-hands have heard all
this before. It's the new generation who must be wondering just what
the hell I'm talking about."
Hartmann glanced down at his video memo pad then aimed his voice
towards the back half of the room. 'I understand we have fifty
replacement linemen and four new wingmen shipping out with us on this
trip. I will have an opportunity to meet you individually later so,
for the moment, I'll just say to you all - "Welcome aboard". Even
though you've all undergone familiarisation training on simulators you
will probably find things a little strange at first. You may know how