"Run that by me again, Lieutenant." Jeff Higgins shook his head. "I'm having some trouble with the logic involved."

Captain David Bartley looked a bit lost, as he often did when other people couldn't follow his financial reasoning. "Well…"

He sat up straighter on the stool in a corner of the Hangman Regiment's HQ tent. "Let's try it this way. The key to the whole thing is the new script. What I'm calling the divisional script."

Higgins shook his head again. "Yeah, I got that. But that's also right where my brain goes blank on account of my jaw hits the floor. If I've got this right, you are seriously proposing to issue currency in the name of the Third Division?"

"Exactly. We'll probably need to come up with some sort of clever name for it, though. 'Script' sounds, well, like script."

"Worthless paper, in other words," provided Thorsten Engler. He, like Bartley and Colonel Higgins himself, was also sitting on a stool in the tent. The flying artillery captain was smiling. Unlike Jeff, he found Bartley's unorthodox notions to be quite entertaining.

"Except it won't be-which is why we shouldn't call it 'script.' "

"Why won't it be worthless?" asked Major Reinhold Fruehauf. Unlike the others, he was standing. Slouched against one of the tent poles, more precisely. Fruehauf commanded the regiment's 20th Battalion. Battalions were numbered on a divisional basis, with the 1st and 2nd battalions assigned to the division's "senior" regiment, the Freiheit Regiment commanded by Colonel Albert Zingre. Jeff Higgins' Hangman Regiment being the bastard tenth regiment of the division, its two battalions got the numbers nineteen and twenty.