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"How do you...
...think we can do this, without-" Liz hesitated.
Colonel Ngo shrugged. "easy way." he said, "she wants troops, she wants them for shock operations, or for other operations, or just to fill holes in losses. Her Majesty tasked you with providing soldiers for the military. we can sustain a small training cadre, the 'star league' methods used with the Blackhearts should work. Remember, if you can't afford to lose it-"
"-you can't afford to use it." Liz finished.
"Exactly." he told her. "truth is, nobody in their right ****** mind wants what the Regiment represents to get loose, but we can still do cadre and some special forces work. It's not contagious unless you kill someone's immune system, give them a blood transfusion, and hook them on anti-rejection drugs until a lot of their tissues are infected, which takes time. Healthy people can reject it pretty easily, but somebody with something like cancer or leukemia might succumb if they're also on heavy-duty Chemotherapy or radiation treatments."
Elizabeth's mind put something together. "Oh ****** me..."
"No, you're a relative." he said, "also WAY too young."
"No...one of the things Her Majesty insisted on was a series of medical tests, they drew blood."
"Curing it is a good idea." he said, "you're not completely dead yet, you could still end up human if they-"
"The heir of the free Worlds League is at NAIS, for treatment...for Leukemia." her eyes widened.
"If he has a miraculous recovery, that could represnt a problem, Liz, but it's a long-shot. I doubt they're that desperate. the political fallout would be horrendous, especialy if he develops a taste for human flesh. don't worry about it for now, everything you've shown me about the current crop of Steiners says Melissa's smarter than that."
"She knows what I am...or what I"m becoming and she let me in a room with her youngest son!"
"And you didn't do anything but choke down fizzy drinks and cake and be politely you, did you?" he countered. "So, don't worry about it. worry about how you're going to assemble a facsimile of the 171st for now, and I'd recommend also worrying about how you're going to move them, because one of the best ways to make sure nothing slips out of control, is to be able to control where it goes."
"I'm going to run out of death row inmates if we don't figure something out, Colonel." Liz said.
"Yeah, that occurred to me. maybe we should arrange some shopping trips."
"Shopping trips?"
"There's a group called 'Morrison's Extractors' in your daily briefings, Liz, they're a major Bandit organization, engage in slave taking, trading and god only knows what else...might be they're better as rations, than as men."
"I don't know how to find them-neither does anyone else, or they'd be found." Liz expressed frustration.
her dead ancestor chuckled, "Tells me I need to wake up Annie Cu'ong first then, and she needs to work with your current Coast Guard leadership to set up a means to both find these ******, and put them out of business."