 Why does Lane want to go to Mars?
Raging , Trooper Lane hovered three thousand feet above Tammany Square. The humming paragrav-paks embedded beneath his shoulder blades held him motionless above Newyork's three administrative towers. Two black paragrav-boats whirred along the translucent underside of Newyork's anti-missile force-shield, the Shell. Lane dropped lightly to the floor, inside the room, in battle-crouch. Tammany Hall has warned that this man is extremely dangerous. Lane is an insane killer. Lane's mailed hand snapped open a pouch at his belt. The force-bomb "exploded"—swelled or inflated, really, but with the speed of a blast. It shaded the view from his window and re-entered the tower wall just below. I am a diplomat of the Grassroots Republic of Mars.
 To have a chance to make his own decisions
 To fulfill a mission he has been assigned  To follow Gerri Kin, for love  To have a chance to make his own decisions  To learn more about a place that is not the Armory