They continued to find nothing that could lead them to the raiders. None of the sites they visited was new; the raiders didn’t strike that week. It was as though the raids had stopped. “What do you think, boss,” Sergeant Kindy asked Ensign Daly when the search came up empty on a sixth homestead, “did we scare them off?” The two squads met up and the Marines of both squads were gathered around. Daly looked around the debris of the Flitterette homestead, another small timber operation, and shook his head. “No,” he said slowly. “Whoever did this isn’t likely to be scared off by a few Force Recon Marines. They’re too well organized, and too able to conceal their tracks coming and going. They might be lying low to see what we’ll do next, but we haven’t scared them off.” “I was afraid you’d say something like that,” Kindy said. “So what are we going to do about it?” Daly gave him a quizzical look. “Him, that’s the kind of question I used to answer when I was a squad leader.
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