"And we're gonna kick 'em out right? Just like we voted on?" Tony, a low-fare grease-monkey, interrupted again.
Adrian frowned at the short, balding mechanic. "We won't be so nasty, but yes. They'll be asked to leave."
People were talking quietly to each other, some frowning, some nodding, and the drunkard sat down, looking satisfied. Smothering a curse, Adrian turned the page and moved on. That wouldn't help people get checked out, would only make them scared to.
"Our new crew of guards has passed into Level Two, and that means we need another 20 men to try out for Level One. Neil will pass around that sheet, and I'll let you know in a couple days. Also, our reserves aren't growing, and I understand that's because no one feels safe. While I can't take away all the danger, I can give you some protection. Eagle Four and his team are hereby on loan to guard any supply mission of six or more people that has been approved a day in advance. They get their orders from me though, and will not endanger their lives unless it's worth it." Adrian warned, "If they say no, it's not safe, move on. They'll look after you, but if something goes wrong, their number one priority is to get everyone back to camp. Next, schedule switches will no longer be handled by me. Kenn and Kyle will handle all changes. I'll still make out the original and give a final approval."
Adrian paused to light a stale smoke, and the Marine was almost positive he was judging the reaction of the camp. They seemed to be fine with his choices, though there were a few looks were being exchanged between some of the Eagles over the order of the names. How important was that?
"As of tomorrow, there will be a third meal. The appliances Kenn and Doug hooked up work great, so from now on, it's three squares, Monday through Friday, with Saturday and Sunday staying the same, lunch and dinner with the truck open for coffee, toast, and cereal. A-L will be served the new meal first, M-Z 35 minutes later, shift to start at noon." He turned another page, giving Kenn a nod of recognition that the dark- headed man soaked up like a thirsty desert.
"Effective immediately, everyone is back on full water rations." The cheer was much loud this time, and the leader waved at his soon-to-be right hand man, "Thank Lance Corporal Harrison. His idea of trucks on the highway was great, and now we're good as long as we find one a week."