Chapter 15As I stood frowning, looking solid andMarine-like, Belen’s security forces filed into the yard. Rab hadalready spent half a day with them, so the men and women in theirtrim burgundy uniforms looked snappy. The wind almost clicked astheymarched in. They stood eight abreast, arms at their side. Most werehumans, but a few of the hands hanging out of the sleeves werefurry.A couple were green. Two gold Iotans. Which I applauded. I alwaysthought Iotans were very dependable. When you’re under fire andstress, which we were going to be, it’s always nice to have friendswho are dependable.
I walked out and tried to look tough asnails. I remembered the line from Belen from long ago. “You don’thave to try, Logan. You look tough as nails all the time. Trysmilingonce in a while.”
But a milita
