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“What? Give that here.”
“What? Give that here.”


Barberazza tossed over the piece. Hare inspected it. Turned it over in his hands. The workmanship was rough, but sound. Put together with the young man’s vigour. The structure was sturdy The defs were right. The cross refs dovetailed. Hare lined up the counterparts and took a sighter. Straight. Clean.  
Barberazza tossed over the piece. Hare inspected it. Turned it over in his hands. The workmanship was rough, but sound. Put together with a young man’s vigour. The structure was sturdy The defs were right. The cross refs dovetailed. Hare lined up the counterparts and took a sighter. Straight. Clean.  


“Yeah, that's not bad, but there's not a lot that could go wrong on a calc agent appointment side letter. You got a bit to learn yet, lad.”
“Yeah, that's not bad, but there's not a lot that could go wrong on a calc agent appointment side letter. You got a bit to learn yet, lad.”


It was time to have some fun. Hare chuckled to himself. He rustled in the the hopper and pulled out a lightweight aluminium contraption with a non-disclosure mechanic.  
The boy looked at him with blazing, fierce excitement. “It’s all I want, sir — to learn. Whatever you got, I’m buying.


What do you make of this one then, lad?
The kids had it bad. Hare thought it was time to have some fun. He chuckled to himself, rustled in the the hopper and pulled out a lightweight chro-moly aluminium engager with a non-disclosure mechanic.


He tossed it to the boy. Barberazza took it low, with his left hand. Reflex catch. He weighed it in his hands, turned it over, and took a sighter.
He tossed it to the boy. “What do you make of this one then, lad?”
 
Barberazza took it low, with his left hand. Reflex catch — he moved with graceful economy. Hare could tell he was a natural.  
 
The boy weighed the piece in his hands, flipped it over, locked his elbows, splayed and took a sighter.


“Well?”
“Well?”


“Nice pick-up. Handles smoothly, though a bit front-heavy. The construction section is finance-grade. I guess that extra weight really isn't necessary. I mean it might be handy in a scrape close-quarters, but over a long engagement, that's going to wear you down.”
The boy nodded  “Nice pick-up. Handles smoothly, though a touch front-heavy I guess on account of that front load definitions module.”
 
“Go on?”
 
“That extra weight lends the piece a certain confidence, sir, but really it isn't necessary. I mean, it might be handy in a scrape close-quarters, but over a long engagement, that's going to wear you down.”


“And?”
This was quite the piece of analysis. Whatever Farquhar was drilling him on in Eagle Squad was sinking in. “Very good. And what about construction?”


The boy deftly disassembled the piece and lined up the parts. His hands flew urgently but carefully. He went through the standard confi playbook. The boy was well-drilled, Hare had to admit.
The boy deftly disassembled the piece and lined up the parts, studying then for a moment. “Finance-grade, for sure. Seems a bit over-engineered.” His hands flew urgently but carefully over the boilerplate. He ran through the standard Euro confi playbook. He must have committed it to memory. He didn't miss a beat. The boy was well-drilled, Hare had to admit.


“Limited scope, no affiliates, need to know. It looks good, sir. Plus points: it’s sleek, measured, nice baffle quotient in the early phases. I like the elaborate construction phase up front. Diverts a front-on attack."
“Limited scope, no affiliates, need to know. It looks good, sir. Plus points: it’s sleek, measured, nice baffle quotient in the early phases. I like the elaborate construction phase up front. Diverts a front-on attack."