Less than half an hour later, she was in the theater along with what
she estimated at fifty others, all with Special Ops patches and
specialty badges--even Odeon, when she spotted him, was wearing his
Tracker's badge, something he didn't normally do. She would be willing
to bet, now that the operational arms needed them, that a Priest's
badge was being made and they'd both be wearing those as well, not long
after the Strike Force was activated--and she'd also be willing to bet
Mike would love wearing his. She made her way to him, exchanging
introductions with several others on the way and realizing quickly that
those in the group had more than insigne in common. There was an air
to them, a feel of anticipation as of a wolfpack scenting its prey, and
she shared it. "How did it go?" she asked Odeon.
"Not bad for someone who'd never done it before," he said with a smile.
"How about yours?"
"Better than I would've believed," she said. "I ended up with a server
and small congregation, thanks to Colonel Bradford--and I've already
heard my first Confession. It's strange being on the receiving end,
believe me!"