Corso I sat away from the rest of the Marines, my hands shaking as the fear I’d kept pent up for the past few hours suddenly hit me. The adrenaline boosts my C-400 had provided me with were running out and I was getting the shakes as I always did. I’d tried one of Tarken’s cigars once, but it never did for me what it seemed to do for him. Nope, for me it was the shakes, every time. Every damn battle left me a wreck of nerves. But hell, while I was fighting, I was something else… “Yeah, I’m good.” “Later, ‘sarge.” “Sarge, something’s up with the Bossman.” “You noticed too?” “He values his privacy.”