Tom looked at the prisoners Lieutenant Hanley’s squad was herding in. Street people most of them, and mostly orks, though there was a full range of metatypes including a scruffy elf in old U.S. Army fatigues. That last was a Comper for sure. The old fatigues and BDUs were the closest thing the Compers had to a uniform, not counting the blue berets of the Consie faction. But were the rest of these people Compers, or just unfortunates who’d gotten in the way of Hanley’s house-to-house sweep? Who could tell?