Argent’s nodding slowly. If I keep hitting him with enough arguments, he’s got to go along. Then yet another idea strikes. "And maybe Schrage and his little chummers don’t need a fully geared-out platoon," I point out. "Clients who want that heavy a hammer can hire it out of DeeCee. Maybe Schrage is after clients who want something a little less blatant. Still military, but not regular ordnance."