SEC #3
"Thank you, Beth," Roy commented with a grin. He turned to Will.
"Nifty's not going on a whim, Will. Yeah, Stefi cleared you for duty...that doesn't mean you're at one hundred percent. Or are you going to tell me if I walk up and poke you in the chest, it's not going to be tender?" he asked. "He's also not just another FNG out of boot camp, he was doing his part to protect ESN assets when the ink was still drying on your enlistment papers. I know, because he saved my ass. On top of that, I need to see what he can do...I know he's trained as a sniper, I need to find out if I can use him for more than that, and I'm not going to see that if he's on the Hermes and I'm boarding a Verian ship."
He held up his hand, forestalling a response, and continued, "Shoemaker's way past due for a boarding op...he's gotten the short straw and stayed on the Hermes to head up counter-boarding since...probably since Hyria, except in those operations where Hack wasn't worried that we might get boarded and sent everybody. And I haven't heard a word from him grousing about it. You think you're better than he is? That you deserve to go in his place? Or maybe you think the reason he's been stuck on the ship is because I lack faith in him, so now when you're left on the ship, it's because I lack faith in you?" He expanded his focus, making it apparent that he was including Lyri in this one.
"If you do, then you're wrong. There's not a soul in a Security uniform that I lack faith in. For this operation, I don't need another sniper, and I'd rather give my barely-recovered trooper more time to keep recovering so he's back to full strength that much earlier. I've got a scrappy newcomer that needs to get his feet wet so I've got a clearer idea of where I can use him in the future. You're all where you're assigned for damn good reasons...and I get that you want to be guaranteed a spot in the fight. But I've gotta focus on the long-term, win-the-war picture, and I don't have time to fart around with fragile egos right now. So suck it up." His expression was good-natured...but there was an inflexible edge to his voice.
He looked between the two. "Any further questions on the matter?"
He wasn't expecting any, so he turned to Jax. "I've got a couple of extra sidearms...she should have one. She's got more combat experience than most of the people in the bunkers, combined, and it's a damnfool notion to tell her she can't have a weapon because she's too young and inexperienced. She should have a good combat knife, too. I'll dig something up for her, you make sure she gets it before we go into action. If anyone wants to complain about it, we'll give her a job helping Beth sift through intel, then regulations REQUIRE her to have them." He shot a look at Beth to see her reaction to the idea of working with Sneak.