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“Hector, you and ’Hursag sit down and build me models of as many scenarios as you can. I know you don’t have any hard data, but put your heads together with our other adult Imperials and Dahak and extrapolate trends.”

  “Yes, sir,” MacMahan said quietly, and Colin propped his chin in his hands, elbows on the table, and stared sadly at the holo as the others filed out the hatch. He expected no sudden inspiration, for there was nothing here to offer it. He only knew that he needed to be alone with his thoughts for a while, and, unlike his subordinates, he had the authority to be that way.

  Chapter Five

  “Well, Marshal Tsien?”

  Tsien regarded Gerald Hatcher levelly as they strode down the hall. It was the first time either had spoken since leaving the Lieutenant Governor’s office, and Tsien crooked an eyebrow, inviting amplification. The American only smiled, declining to make his question more specific, but Tsien understood and, in all honesty, appreciated his tact.

  “I am … impressed, Comrade General,” he said. “The Lieutenant Governor is a formidable man.” His answer meant more than the words said, but he had already seen enough of this American to know he would understand.

  “He’s all of that,” Hatcher agreed, opening a door and waving Tsien into his own office. “He’s had to be,” he added in a grimmer voice.

  Tsien nodded as they crossed the deserted office. It was raining again, he noted, watching the water roll down the windows. Hatcher gestured to an armchair facing the desk as he circled to reach his own swiveled chair.

  “So I have understood,” Tsien replied, sitting carefully. “Yet he seems unaware of it. He does not strike one as so … so—”

  “Grand? Self-important?” Hatcher suggested with a grin, and Tsien chuckled despite himself.

  “Both of those things, I suppose. Forgive me, but you in the West have always seemed to me to be overly taken with personal pomp and ceremony. With us, the office or occasion, not the individual, deserves such accolades. Do not mistake me, Comrade General; we have our own methods of deification, but we have learned from past mistakes. Those we deify now are—for the most part—safely dead. My country would understand your Governor. Our Governor, I suppose I must say. If your purpose is to win my admission that I am impressed by him, you have succeeded, General Hatcher.”

  “Good.” Hatcher frowned thoughtfully, his face somehow both tighter and more open. “Do you also accept that we’re being honest with you, Marshal?”

  Tsien regarded him for a moment, then dipped his head in a tiny nod.

  “Yes. All of my nominees were confirmed, and the Governor’s demonstration of his biotechnics—” Tsien hesitated briefly on the still unfamiliar word “—and those other items of Imperial technology were also convincing. I believe—indeed, I have no choice but to believe—your warnings of the Achuultani, and that you and your fellows are making every effort to achieve success. In light of all those things, I have no choice but to join your effort. I do not say it will be easy, General Hatcher, but we shall certainly make the attempt. And, I believe, succeed.”

  “Good,” Hatcher said again, then leaned back with a smile. “In that case, Marshal, we’re ready to run the first thousand personnel of your selection through enhancement as soon as your people in Beijing can put a list together.”

  “Ah?” Tsien sat a bit straighter. This was moving with speed, indeed! He had not expected these Westerners— He stopped and corrected himself. He had not expected these people to offer such things so soon. Surely there would be a period of testing and evaluation of sincerity first!

  But when he looked across at the American, the slight, ironic twinkle in Hatcher’s eyes told him his host knew precisely what he was thinking, and the realization made him feel just a bit ashamed.

  “Comrade General,” he said finally, “I appreciate your generosity, but—”

  “Not generosity, Marshal. We’ve been enhancing our personnel ever since Dahak left, which means the Alliance has fallen far behind. We need to make up the difference, and we’ll be sending transports with enhancement capability to Beijing and any other three cities you select. Planetary facilities under your direct control will follow as quickly as we can build them.”

  Tsien blinked, and Hatcher smiled.

  “Marshal Tsien, we are fellow officers serving the same commander-in- chief. If we don’t act accordingly, some will doubt our claims of solidarity are genuine. They are genuine. We will proceed on that basis.”

  He leaned back and raised both hands shoulder-high, open palms uppermost, and Tsien nodded slowly.

  “You are correct. Generous nonetheless, but correct. And perhaps I am discovering that more than our governor are formidable men, Comrade General.”

  “Gerald, please. Or just ‘Ger,’ if you’re comfortable with it.”

  Tsien began a polite refusal, then paused. He had never been comfortable with easy familiarity between serving officers, even among his fellow Asians, yet there was something charming about this American. Not boyish (though he understood Westerners prized that quality for some peculiar reason), but charming. Hatcher’s competence and hard-headed, forthright honesty compelled respect, but this was something else. Charisma? No, that was close, but not quite the proper word. The word was … openness. Or friendship, perhaps.

  Friendship. Now was that not a strange thing to feel for a Western general after so many years? And yet… Yes, “and yet,” indeed.

  “Very well … Gerald,” he said.

  “I know it’s like pulling teeth, Marshal.” Hatcher’s almost gentle smile robbed his words of any offense. “We’ve been too busy thinking of ways to kill each other for too long for it to be any other way, more’s the pity. Do you know, in a weird sort of way, I’m almost grateful to the Achuultani.”

  “Grateful?” Tsien cocked his head for a moment, then nodded. “I see. I had not previously thought of it in that light, Comr—Gerald, but it is a relief to face an alien menace rather than the possibility of blowing up our world ourselves.”

  “Exactly.” Hatcher extracted a bottle of brandy and two snifters from a desk drawer. He set them on the blotter and poured, then offered one to his guest and raised his own. “May I say, Marshal Tsien, that it is a greater pleasure than I ever anticipated to have you as an ally?”

  “You may.” Tsien allowed a smile to cross his own habitually immobile face. It was hardly proper, but there was no getting around it. For all their differences, he and this American were too much alike to be enemies.

  “And, as you would say, Gerald, my name is Tao-ling,” he murmured, and crystal sang gently as their glasses touched.

  Out of deference to the still unenhanced Terra-born Council members, Horus had the news footage played directly rather than relayed through his neural feed. Not that it made it any better.

  The report ended and the Terran tri-vid unit sank back into the wall amid the silence. The thirty men and women in his conference room looked at one another, but he noted that none of them looked directly at him.

  “What I want to know, ladies and gentlemen,” he said finally, his voice shattering the hush, “is how that was allowed to happen?”

  One or two Councilors flinched, though he hadn’t raised his voice. He hadn’t had to. The screams and thunder of automatic weapons as the armored vehicles moved in had made his point for him.

  “It was not ‘allowed,’ ” a voice said finally. “It was inevitable.”

  Horus’s cocked head encouraged the speaker to continue, and Sophia Pariani leaned forward to meet his eyes. Her Italian accent was more than usually pronounced, but there was no apology in her expression.

  “There is no doubt that the situation was clumsily handled, but there will be more ‘situations,’ Governor, and not merely in Africa. Already the world economy has been disrupted by the changes we have effected; as the further and greater changes which lie ahead become evident, more and more of the common men and women of the world will react as those people did.”

  “S
ophia’s right, Horus.” This time it was Sarhantha, one of his ten fellow survivors from Nergal’s crew. “We ought to’ve seen it coming. In fact, we did; we just didn’t expect it so soon because we’d forgotten how many people are crammed into this world. Hard and fast as we’re working, only a small minority are actively involved in the defense projects or the military. All the majority see is that their governments have been supplanted, their planet is threatened by a menace they don’t truly comprehend and are none too sure they believe in, and their economies are in the process of catastrophic disruption. This particular riot was touched off by a combination of hunger, inflation, and unemployment—regional factors that pre-date our involvement but have grown only worse since we assumed power—and the realization that even those with skilled trades will soon find their skills obsolete.”

  “But there’ll be other factors soon enough.” Councilor Abner Johnson spoke with a sharp New England twang despite his matte-black complexion. “People’re people, Governor. The vested interests are going to object—strenuously—once they get reorganized. Their economic and political power’s about to go belly-up, and some of them’re stupid enough to fight. And don’t forget the religious aspect. We’re sitting on a powder keg in Iran and Syria, but we’ve got our own nuts, and you people represent a pretty unappetizing affront to their comfortable little preconceptions.” He smiled humorlessly.

  ” ‘Mycos? Birhat?’ You don’t really think God created planets with names like that, do you? If you could at least’ve come from a planet named ‘Eden’ it might’ve helped, but as it is—!” Johnson shrugged. “Once they get organized, we’ll have a real lunatic fringe!”

  “Comrade Johnson is correct, Comrade Governor.” Commissar Hsu Yin’s oddly British accent was almost musical after Johnson’s twang. “We may debate the causes of Third World poverty—” she eyed her capitalist fellows calmly “—but it exists. Ignorance and fear will be greatest there, violence more quickly acceptable, yet this is only the beginning. When the First World realizes that it is in precisely the same situation the violence may grow even worse. We may as well prepare for the worst … and whatever we anticipate will most assuredly fall short of what will actually happen.”

  “Granted. But this violent suppression—”

  “Was the work of the local authorities,” Geb put in. “And before you condemn them, what else could they do? There were almost ten thousand people in that mob, and if a lot of them were unarmed women and children, a lot were neither female, young, nor unarmed. At least they had the sense to call us in as soon as they’d restored order, even if it was under martial law. I’ve diverted a dozen Shirut-class atmospheric conveyers to haul in foodstuffs from North America. That should take the worst edge off the situation, but if the local authorities hadn’t ‘suppressed’ the disturbances, however they did it, simply feeding them wouldn’t even begin to help, and you know it.”

  There were mutters of agreement, and Horus noted that the Terra-born were considerably more vehement than the Imperials. Were they right? It was their planet, and Maker knew the disruptions were only beginning. He knew they were sanctioning expediency, but wasn’t that another way to describe pragmatism? And in a situation like the present one…

  “All right,” he sighed finally, “I don’t like it, but you may be right.” He turned to Gustav van Gelder, Councilor for Planetary Security. “Gus, I want you and Geb to increase the priority for getting stun guns into the hands of local authorities. And I want more of our enhancement capacity diverted to police personnel. Isis, you and Myko deal with that.”

  Doctor Isis Tudor, his own Terra-born daughter and now Councilor for Biosciences, glanced at her ex-mutineer assistant with a sort of resigned desperation. Isis was over eighty; even enhancement could only slow her gradual decay and eliminate aches and pains, but her mind was quick and clear. Now she nodded, and he knew she’d find the capacity … somehow.

  “Until we can get local peace-keepers enhanced,” Horus went on, “I’ll have General Hatcher set up mixed-nationality response teams out of his military personnel. I don’t like it—the situation’s going to be bad enough without ‘aliens’ popping up to quell resistance to our ‘tyrannical’ ways—but a dozen troopers in combat armor could have stopped this business with a tenth the casualties, especially if they’d had stun guns.”

  Heads nodded, and he suppressed a sigh. Problems, problems! Why hadn’t he made sufficient allowance for what would happen once Imperial technology came to Terra in earnest? Now he felt altogether too much like a warden rather than a governor, but whatever happened, he had to hold things together—by main force, if necessary—until the Achuultani had been stopped. If they could be—

  He chopped off that thought automatically and turned to Christine Redhorse, Councilor for Agriculture.

  “All right. On to the next problem. Christine, I’d like you to share your report on the wheat harvest with us, and then …”

  Most of Horus’s Council had departed, leaving him alone with his defense planners and engineers. Whatever else happened, theirs was the absolutely critical responsibility, and they were doing better than Horus had hoped. They were actually ahead of schedule on almost a fifth of the PDCs, although the fortifications slated for the Asian Alliance were only now getting underway.

  One by one, the remaining Councilors completed their business and left. In the end, only Geb remained, and Horus smiled wearily at his oldest living friend as the two of them leaned back and propped their heels on the conference table almost in unison.

  “Maker!” Horus groaned. “It was easier fighting Anu!”

  “Easier, but not as satisfying.” Geb sipped his coffee, then made a face. It was barely warm, and he rose and circled the table, shaking each insulated carafe until he found one that was still partly full and returned to his chair.

  “True, true,” Horus agreed. “At least this time we think we’ve got a chance of winning. That makes a pleasant change.”

  “From your lips to the Maker’s ears,” Geb responded fervently, and Horus laughed. He reached out a long arm for Geb’s carafe and poured more coffee into his own cup.

  “Watch it,” he advised his friend. “Remember Abner’s religious fanatics.”

  “They won’t care what I say or how I say it. Just being what I am is going to offend them.”

  “Probably.” Horus sipped, then frowned. “By the way, there was something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”

  “And what might that be, oh dauntless leader?”

  “I found an anomaly in the data base the other day.” Geb raised an eyebrow, and Horus shrugged. “Probably nothing, but I hit a priority suppression code I can’t understand.”

  “Oh?” If Geb’s voice was just a shade too level Horus didn’t notice.

  “I was running through the data we pulled out of Anu’s enclave computers, and Colin’s imposed a lock-out on some of the visual records.”

  “He has?”

  “Yep. It piqued my interest, so I ran an analysis. He’s put every visual image of Inanna under a security lock only he can release. Or, no, not all of them; only for the last century or so.”

  “He must have had a reason,” Geb suggested.

  “I don’t doubt it, but I was hoping you might have some idea what it was. You were Chief Prosecutor—did he say anything to you about why he did it?”

  “Even if he had, I wouldn’t be free to talk about it, but I probably wouldn’t have worried. It couldn’t have had much bearing on the trials, whatever his reasoning. She wasn’t around to be tried, after all.”

  “I know, I know, but it bothers me, Geb.” Horus drummed gently on the table. “She was Anu’s number two, the one who did all those hideous brain transplants for him. Maker only knows how many Terra-born and Imperials she personally slaughtered along the way! It just seems … odd.”

  “If it bothers you, ask him about it when he gets back,” Geb suggested. He finished his coffee and rose. “For now, though, I’ve got
to saddle back up, my friend. I’m due to inspect the work at Minya Konka this afternoon.”

  He waved a cheerful farewell and strode down the hall to the elevator whistling, but the merry little tune died the instant the doors closed. The old Imperial seemed to sag around his bioenhanced bones, and he leaned his forehead against the mirrored surface of the inner doors.

  Maker of Man and Mercy, he prayed silently, don’t let him ask Colin. Please don’t let him ask Colin!

  Tears burned, and he wiped them angrily, but he couldn’t wipe away the memory which had driven him to Colin before the courts martial to beg him to suppress the visuals on Inanna. He’d been ready to go down on his knees, but he hadn’t needed to. If anything, Colin’s horror had surpassed his own.

  Against his will, Geb relived those moments on deck ninety of the sublight battleship Osir, the very heart of Anu’s enclave. Those terrible moments after Colin and ’Tanni had gone up the crawl way to face Anu, leaving behind a mangled body ’Tanni’s energy gun had cut almost in half. A body which had been Commander Inanna’s, but only because its brain had been ripped away, its original owner murdered and its flesh stolen to make a new, young host for the mutinous medical officer.

  Geb had used his own energy gun to obliterate every trace of that body, for once it had belonged to one of his closest friends, to a beautiful woman named Tanisis … Horus’s wife … and Jiltanith’s own mother.

  Chapter Six

  Fifty Chinese paratroopers in Imperial black snapped to attention as the band struck up, and Marshal Tsien Tao-ling, Vice Chief of Staff for Operations to the Lieutenant Governor of Earth, watched them with an anxiety he had not wasted upon ceremonial in decades. This was his superior’s first official visit to China in the five months since the Asian Alliance had surrendered to the inevitable, and he wanted—demanded—for all to go flawlessly.

  It did. General Gerald Hatcher appeared in the hatch of his cutter and started down the ramp, followed by his personal aide and a very small staff.

 

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