Re: Chapter Eleven : They Were Expendable
"If all you are fighting for is to win, is maybe you are right." 'Masque shrugs amiably enough, giving the weird little lizard-creature a bright silvery grin before going on to gesture vaguely Eastwards "For my part I am not liking facists very much, and pay is good - but I do not think this was matter of policy, just fuck-up by numbers. I have been seeing before in other armies, youbet."
That done, he takes a nip from a flask taken out of an armoured pouch on his kit and then extends the high-proof vodka across to Thasha with a comradely air, "Here is thing - what most soldiers are fighting for is not man in big hat sitting in tower, is man on left, man on right. Has been something Pluto Company was never getting head around - too many prima-donnas, too many want-to-be heroes. Is never good."