top-down, even more so now after all the heads Polk has chopped off. The guys responsible for nearspace defense won’t break wind unless some fat-assed flag officer says it’s okay.”
“That’s true.”
“So why not add to the chaos by taking out some-hell, make that all-of the key Hammer commanders. Then nobody will know who to ask for orders. They’ll be paralyzed. Not forever, of course, but every minute counts.”
Vaas shook his head. “Nice idea and we did look at it, but it’s a nonstarter, I’m afraid. The minute the shit hits the fan, those bastards will be locked up in their bunkers underneath 10 meters of ceramcrete.”
“Not necessarily,” Michael said. “Do we know who the commanders are?”
Vaas leaned forward. The fatigue had gone. His eyes sparkled. “You’ve spotted something, haven’t you?”
“Not sure yet, sir.”
“We’ll see. Now, Hammer commanders. Let me see … yes, we know everyone in the Hammer chain of command, from Polk right down to the commanders of every unit and ship, provided they haven’t been shot since we last checked, of course,” he added.
“Do you know where they live, where they work, what their routines are?”
“Wait!” Vaas snapped. He jumped to his feet and made for the door. “Major Davoodi!” he shouted. “I want to see General Pedersen. And see if you can find Colonel Tekin. I want him too. Yes, now!”
Vaas dropped back in to his seat. “I think I see what you’re driving at, and this is why I promoted you. Ah, good,” he said when Pedersen and Tekin appeared. “That was fast.”
“Here to serve, General Vaas,” Pedersen replied, rubbing a hand across her stubble-cut hair, a faint smile crinkling the skin around her piercing blue eyes.
Vaas chuckled. “Colonel Helfort, this Colonel Tekin,” he said, “head of our Hammer personnel intelligence division.”
“Michael Helfort. Good to meet you,” Michael said, shaking hands with Tekin, a thin, cadaverous man. Like most of the staffers who worked in ENCOMM, the yellowing skin of his face was drawn tight by overwork, stress, and fatigue. Michael wondered when the man had last had a day off.
“So what’s up?” Pedersen asked.
“We’ll come to that, but first Colonel Helfort has some questions.”
“Thank you, sir,” Michael said. “How much do we know about the Hammer’s senior commanders?”
“What specifically?” Pedersen asked.
“Who they are, what their routines are, where they live, where they work, what watches they stand if they do.”
Pedersen turned to Tekin. “I think you’d better take this one, Colonel.”
“Wait one … Okay, this org chart,” Tekin said when the holovid screen came to life, “shows the entire chain of command: Polk and the Defense Council at the top obviously, the commander in chief, Admiral Kerouac, and then something new, the Commitment Unified Military Command-UNMILCOMM for short; it’s the equivalent of our ENCOMM-and on down through the various force elements assigned to the defense of Commitment. And we know pretty much all there is to know about most of them. Not all, of course. We don’t have unlimited resources, and given how often Polk purges these people, it can be hard to keep up sometimes.”
“So,” Michael said, “if I nominated, say, thirty officers in key positions, you would have good up-to-date information on them?”
“Pick one.”
“Hmmm, let me see … Let’s try Colonel Cerutti, commander of the 455th Antiballistic Missile Regiment.”
“Stand by … This is everything we know about the man,” Tekin said.
“Wah,” Michael whispered. The level of detail impressed him. Even the fact that Cerutti kept a mistress in an apartment ten minutes from his headquarters outside McNair was a matter of record. “So if I said I wanted, say, thirty officers like Cerutti, you could give me that?”
“I could,” Tekin said firmly. “More if you wanted.”
“This is my suggestion, General,” Michael said, turning to Vaas. “Your covert ops people tell you how many two-man hit teams they can put in the field before J-Day. Colonel Tekin selects that many targets; they’d have to be key members of the Hammer chain of command and vulnerable as well. When that’s done, the teams are briefed and sent out. Time is short, so they’d have to wing it a bit. That’ll make it risky and reduce the chances of success, but hit the right people at the right time and the payback could be huge.”
Vaas sat for a moment, then nodded. “General Pedersen?” he said.
“I like it, sir,” she said, “and we are good at this sort of operation. Like Colonel Helfort says, hit the right people at the right time and we should be able to turn chaos into catastrophe.”
“I agree,” Vaas said. He turned to Michael. “Colonel Helfort. I’m putting you in charge of the planning this operation. Colonel Tekin, you’ll be part of the team, of course. Major Davoodi!” Vaas bellowed.
The aide stuck his head in. “Sir?”
“Where’s Major Gidisu?”
“Wait one, sir … She’s on her way back from Yankee-34. She’ll be here in two hours.”
Michael suppressed a sigh. There would be no sleep for him tonight.
“Get a message to her: ‘Expedite return. Need to see you soonest.’ Got that?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay,” Vaas said after Davoodi vanished, “are we missing anything? No? Over to you, Colonel Helfort. I’ll send Gidisu to join you when I’ve finished with her.”
“We’ll get started, sir.”
Major Gidisu sat back. She was a small woman, chunkily built, with dark eyes and skin so black that it looked blue in the harsh light of the meeting room. “It’s a great idea,” she said at last, “and I wish we’d thought of it weeks ago. I’ll be pushed to get people out there to do this what with Juggernaut so close now, but let me get back to you.”
“How soon?”
“08:00 tomorrow.”
“I’ll have a list of targets by the same time,” Tekin said.
“We’ll meet then,” Michael said. “Well, I think that’s all we can do for now. See you tomorrow.”
Tekin nodded. “We’ll be here,” he said.
All but overwhelmed by exhaustion, Michael set off to find his rack. Getting a few hours’ sleep was all he cared about right now. But he hadn’t gone more than a few meters when a familiar voice brought him to a halt.
“As I live and breathe, it’s Lieutenant Helfort.”
Michael swung around. “Well I’ll be! Matti Bienefelt!”
“The very same,” the woman said. She swept Michael into a bone-crushing embrace he could not resist; Bienefelt outmassed him by a good fifty kilos, not one gram of which was fat. She was huge. “It’s good to see you again,” she said, pushing him back. “And what the hell are those?” she asked, stabbing a finger at one of the eagles on his lapels.
“You know perfectly well, you insolent dog. I should have you flogged, chief.”
Bienefelt laughed, a rumbling belly laugh that shook her enormous frame. “I’d like to see you try, and it’s Warrant Officer Bienefelt now, by the way.”
“Another undeserved promotion.”
“For sure. Speaking of undeserved promotions, I hear your Anna is now a lieutenant colonel.”
“Watch it,” Michael said with a grin. “But I worry about that woman.”
‘Well, don’t. She’s a legend.”
“So I’m told. How’s the arm?”
Bienefelt held up the stump of her left arm. “This?” she said. “It’s fine. Itches like hell sometimes, and I can still feel the fingers, which is weird. They keep promising me a biomech hand, but I think I’ll be dead by the time one turns up.”
“You still with the 246th?”
“Yup. We don’t do much, though a Hammer special forces team had a go at us a week ago. We sent them
