"Got my own army, thanks." Huey raised one arm of his linen jacket and patted his bulky armpit. "Man needs a whole dang army just to stay alive these days, sad to say." He turned to Oscar. "That’s the problem with these pesky Moderators. They’re prole gangs all right, your basic army-of-the-night. All day long, it was power-to-the-people this, and revolutionary justice that. Really mountin’ up, though, y’know? Getting somewhere serious. Finally we get a chance to make our own rules and give the common man a real break."