Gearman, on the other hand, was almost calm looking. He was clearly curious, but his intensity was a deeper thing, not a reflection of anxiety. Perhaps it would be more accurate to call it focus, Truman mused. He was also deeply and darkly tanned—thanks, no doubt, to the rehab camp to which Bassingford Medical Center’s physical therapists had sent him to complete his recovery. She’d watched him carefully when he walked into the office, and there was no limp at all to indicate the left leg he’d lost when Peep fire put the superdreadnought Ravensport permanently out of the war at First Nightingale. He’d been Ravensport’s third engineer, but before that, as a JG, he’d spent almost a year as a LAC engineering officer.

And then there was Takahashi. Only a lieutenant (junior-grade), he was here because he’d graduated number one in his class from Kreskin Field Flight School (despite an awesome award of demerits over a certain incident concerning the Kreskin flight simulators) and then displayed a dazzling natural ability at the controls of every small craft he’d touched since leaving the Academy. His last post had been as an assault shuttle section leader aboard the big Marine attack transport Leutzen, where his piloting virtuosity had no doubt been properly appreciated. Under other circumstances, he would probably have stayed there for at least another year, but Truman and Project Anzio had first call on his talents.

“All right,” she said finally, breaking the silence before it became intimidating, “first, allow me to welcome all of you aboard the Minotaur.” Stackowitz blinked, and Truman smiled crookedly. “There is indeed an HMS Candice,” she assured them, “but I very much doubt any of you will ever set foot aboard her. She’s also a prototype of sorts, but a repair ship, not a warship. She’s currently assigned to Weyland for evaluation and to serve as the training vessel for similar follow-on units, but she’s usually out swanning around somewhere else in the local system to give her trainees lots of practice. She also has a complement of around six thousand, which, coupled with her erratic movement schedule, makes her an excellent cover for us. People don’t wonder why new drafts have to be shuttled out to her, and her crew’s big enough—and transient enough—that we can cycle quite a lot of people through without anyone noticing it.”

Truman let that sink in, and the three junior officers glanced at one another, eyes busy with speculation. She watched them calmly, comparing their reactions to those of all the other officers with whom she’d had this same discussion. So far, they were about standard.

“There really is a reason for all the secrecy, people,” she told them quietly after a moment. “In a few minutes, Commander Haughton—” she nodded at the blond, brown-eyed exec, who had seated himself at her right hand “—will see to it that each of you gets introduced to your department heads, who will give you a more detailed description of what we’re doing and what your specific duties will be. Given the nature of our job here, however, I prefer to handle my new officers’ initial briefings myself, so make yourselves comfortable.”