“We had a phrase for this in the Marines before I joined Swiss Guard, sir.” “Charlie Fox,” says Father Captain de Soya, trying to smile. “That’s what you polite navy types call it,” agrees Gregorius. He gestures the other two troopers toward the broken blister. They crawl out. Gregorius lifts de Soya and carries him out like a baby. “In the Marines, sir,” continues the sergeant, not even breathing heavily, “we called it a cluster fuck.”
