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Symington winked at them. “You’re both in, I can see it. You just have to convince yourselves. You don’t need any more bullshitting from me.” He slapped Green jovially on the back. “I’m gonna go get me a quick thirty-two thousand bucks. See you guys in the deep freeze.” Green watched him go, then turned to Hawker. “You know,” he said, “he may be the first guy I’ve met, in the army or out of it, who is exactly what he appears to be. No pretensions, no frills. He knows what he wants, and he’s not ashamed to admit it.” “Do you think he’s right?” Hawker asked. “I mean, about us going in after all?” “I don’t know.” Green chewed thoughtfully on his thumbnail. “There are certainly plenty of reasons not to, and I can’t think of a single convincing argument in favor of volunteering. But logic ma