Lines of Departure (Frontlines, #2)

by Marko Kloos

Time spent planetside: just a little under eight hours. Time spent in decontamination, medical post-mission checkup, debriefing, weapon return, and equipment inventory check: just a little under eight hours.

Never assume malice if you can explain it with lack of planning.”

We’re about to run our heads against the same unyielding barrier, and once again, the brass seem to have concluded that our approach isn’t working because we’re not running at the wall fast enough.

They say I have a problem with authority. I say I have a low tolerance for stupid.”

You can choose to follow orders without question, or you can choose to follow the law. Keep in mind that without the law, we’re not a military, just an armed gang that dresses alike.

“Never mind,” I say. “It’s a super-long shot, but it may actually work.” “I do science all day,” Dr. Stewart says. “Astrophysics. ‘It’s a super-long shot’ is practically the motto of our profession.”

“Nobody’s immune to physics. I don’t care how big and tough they are.”

“I don’t suppose alcohol is allowed on military ships?” Dr. Stewart asks the colonel. “I could really go for a strong drink right now.” “No, it’s not allowed,” he replies. “And of course we have some.”