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TREASON could be as simple as walking through a doorway.
Just decide it and get it done. Don’t go through a hundred layers of corporate bureaucracy,
But we did lose, and the Alliance won. And right now, the meanest, most unforgiving part of the Syndicate Worlds, the snakes of the ISS, are dying inside their own fortresses.
Being the meanest and hardest works until you lose and then you find yourself alone. It gets you subordination, it does not earn loyalty.
“Where’s Hardrad?” “That’s sort of a metaphysical question now.”
a good habit of clearly stating their positions and the rationales behind them right up front, as well as a bad habit of then restating the same points in endless back-and-forth argument.
he could have used a code phrase to indicate duress, but that phrase hadn’t been in his reply. Everything is fine. A good code phrase to Iceni’s mind, since everything was never fine. Something would always be a problem.
“I agree with Colonel Morgan’s assessment as to Colonel Dun’s smarts and Colonel Dun’s stupidity,”
“Don’t thank me until you learn what I’m going to expect of you in that position.”
“Look for something that looks like it could explode.” “I thought everything down here could explode!” “It can! You want to find the things that could explode but aren’t supposed to be there, so they don’t blow up the things that could explode but are supposed to be there!” “What?”
His calm and confidence penetrated even her anger. Either Kontos was very brave and very capable, or he was a total idiot incapable of understanding the fate his own words were creating.
the legal system of the Syndicate Worlds protects only those with power and wealth and punishes only those too weak to save themselves!
If the goal is to protect the people, then why are the crimes of those who rule us never punished?”
I’m the most powerful person in the Midway Star System, and I hide behind locked doors and security systems even when I have bodyguards on call.
“No. She’s running. I’d stake my life on it.” “You are.” “Oh, yeah. I am.” Morgan grinned fiercely.
shoulder to shoulder against a future that was uncertain and a past too clearly remembered.
“Cannibalization of the revolution once the most radical begin competing for purity,”
he would, without thinking, speed up or slow down between steps, veer a bit to one side or the other, move slightly to keep objects between him and open lines of sight that could become lines of fire.
That’s what hell really is. Not those places with fire and demons but just a place where death has been, and nothing remains because humans have wiped out all trace that humans or any other life had ever been there.
I’m tired of turning places into hell.

