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allowed’.”
    Paris slapped his hand to his head. “Are you
crazy! Why didn’t you say!” He quickly ran to her hatch, peered out
and tried to close it. It took several goes. He supposed the pill
was supposed to tell him how to operate the hatch controls
properly. He returned and she was curled up on the sofa, her brown
frizzy hair like a cloud, and green eyes innocent. “But Paris, you
signed first. I just followed.”
    “Marines don’t just blindly follow!”
    “Yes, they do.”
    “No, they … oh yeah, you’re right.”
    He paced around and clenched his hands before
collapsing on the sofa next to her. “What are we going to do? Do
you even know what sort of trouble we’re in!”
    “We’re magicians aren’t we?”
    Paris groaned.
    She sat up and jumped off the couch heading
to her desk with computer. Her fingers danced over the keyboard and
she called up their files.
    “What are you doing?”
    “Here. You are a medic with the L Squad. It
lists everything you have to do. But just use magic. What we need
to do—”
    “Is get a handle on marine life outside the
jobs.”
    “I think you just get a short haircut and say
‘oorah’ a lot.”
    Paris laughed at her. “It’s more than that.
But … good thinking.”
    She purred and rubbed up against his arm in a
way he used to like when she was a cat but now it was a little
disturbing as it was her breast on his arm.
    “Err, Path?”
    Purrrrrr?
    He began to enjoy it a little more. “Never
mind.”

Spell Eight – Token Act

    “Are you ready, marines?!”
    “Yeah!”
    “Are you ready?! I can’t hear you!”
    “Yeah.”
    “Absolutely bad arses…”
    Paris screwed up his face. He’d heard that
from a movie from Earth. It had aliens in it. With his new, short
haircut, medic bag, and L Squad duties he’d picked up being a
marine fast. He used a slight mimicry spell that allowed him to
copy actions and ways of speaking. It was what he called a loose
spell because it didn’t bind him fully, so he could prevent himself
from saying stupid things like, “I did my nails last night” or
“give me some of that—” no, he couldn’t even finish that last
comment. At first he didn’t know what it meant and then over dinner
it suddenly dawned on him and he ran out vomiting. He just wasn’t
that kind of guy! His idea of nookie night was more cuddling than
sex.
    He liked romance and soft music.
    He liked roses and poems.
    Maybe marines hadn’t been such a good
decision but they weren’t all just a bunch of jarheads were
they?
    Why didn’t girls like nice guys with pale,
bony bodies?
    He had nice eyebrows.
    But being in the marines was only for twenty
years so it wasn’t too bad. He was sure he would manage.
    In his squad was Jackson, Messma, Kabab (meat
on a stick but Paris didn’t get it) and Sanchez. It took him two
seconds to see there was a white one, a black one, a yellow one, a
pink one, and him. It was some kind of politically correct order
from the same commander who didn’t believe in testing. He leaned
over to Chezza. “What am I again?”
    “The alien?”
    “Yeah, but what color?” he asked as a
joke.
    The others laughed. Jackson wiped his nose on
his sleeve. “Every squad’s gotta have an alien on board, green
then. We’re supposed to have a chick too but the commander is uming
and ahing over it.”
    “Right.” So it was okay for an alien to die
but not a chick. From other unflattering things he’d heard about
their commander that meant the commander was a “chick” chick and
not an alien chick. Maybe.
    They were standing in what looked like a box
with places for them to stand and be strapped into. The box would
be ejected, ranged to a place, on this mission it was to a space
station, and they would run out screaming with guns firing. It
wasn’t like the movies at all. First he’d been inside the shuttle,
then inside the war rangers, and now inside the box. Soon he’d be
inside the space station and once they had contained