Cobra Alliance

In the first few months, Jonny reflected, they might have done just that. But after three years most of the words had already been said, most of the plans already discussed, and gestures of hand and eyebrow now sufficed where conversations had once been necessary.

For now, the gestures merely indicated fatigue. 'Tomorrow,' Jonny reminded them of the next high-level tactical meeting as they headed for the door and their own crowded apartments.

Halloran nodded. Deutsch merely twitched a corner of his lip.

And another wonderful day on Adirondack was drawing to a close. If the wall can stand it, Jonny repeated to himself, so can I.

The three people seated at the table looked very much like everyone else in Cranach these days: tired, vaguely dirty, and more than a little scared. It was hard sometimes to remember that they were among the best underground leaders Adirondack had to offer.

It was even harder, in the face of Cobra and civilian casualties, to admit that they really were reasonably good at their jobs.

'The first news is that, despite some crossed signals, the latest Cobra drop was successful,' Borg Weissmann told the silent Central Sector underground team leaders seated around the room. Short and stocky, with lingering traces of concrete dust in hair and fingernails, Weissmann looked indeed like the civilian building contractor he actually was. But he'd retired from the Army twenty years previously as a Chief Tactics Programmer, and he'd been proving for nearly a year now that he'd learned more than computers in that post.

'How many did we get?' someone sitting against the side wall asked.

'Cranach's share is thirty: six new teams,' Weissmann said. 'Most of those will go to North Sector to replace those that got lost in the airstrip attack a month ago.'

Jonny glanced at Deutsch, saw the other grimace at the memory. Their team hadn't been involved in that one at all, but details like that didn't appear to affect Deutsch's reaction. If anyone from Adirondack was involved, he seemed to react as if he personally had let his fellow Cobras down. Jonny wondered if he himself would feel similarly if the war was being fought on Horizon; decided he probably would.

'We'll also be getting one of the teams here,' Weissmann continued. 'Ama's already made arrangements for their living quarters, identity backgrounds, and all. But given the heightened Troft activity these past few weeks, I think it might be a good idea to create a little breathing space while they're settling in.'

'In other words, a raid.' The tone of Halloran's voice made it clear it wasn't a question.

Weissmann hesitated, then nodded. 'I know you don't like to run operations so closely together, but I think it's something we ought to do.'

' 'We'?' Deutsch spoke up from his usual corner seat. 'You mean 'you,' don't you?'

Weissmann licked his lips, a brief flicker of tongue that advertised his discomfort. Deutsch had once been a sort of social buffer zone between the Cobras and Adirondack forces, his dual citizenship—as it were—enabling him to short-circuit misunderstandings and cultural differences. Now, in his current state of disillusionment, he was hell for anyone to deal with. 'I—uh—assumed you'd want a squad or two along to assist you,' Weissmann suggested. 'We're certainly willing to carry our part of—'

'Not carrying your part is what got another Cobra killed yesterday,' Deutsch said quietly. 'Maybe we'd better do this one ourselves.'

Ama Nunki shifted in her seat. 'You, of all people, should know better than to expect too much from us, Imel. This is Adirondack, not Earth or Centauri—we haven't got any history of warfare here to draw on.'

'What do you call the past three years—?' Deutsch began hotly.

'On the other hand,' Jonny interjected, 'Imel may be right on this one. We want a short, tight punch that'll make the Trofts drop door-to-door searches lower on the priority list, not a big operation that may have them calling up support from the Dannimor garrison. A quick Cobra strike would fit the bill perfectly.'

Weissmann visibly let out a breath, and Jonny felt an easing of tension throughout the room. More and more lately he seemed to be taking Deutsch's old peacekeeper role in these meetings, a position he neither especially wanted nor felt he was all that good at. But someone had to do it, and Halloran had far less empathy for frontier-world people than Jonny did. He could only continue as best he could and hope that Deutsch would hurry up and snap out of his low simmer.

'I guess I have to agree with Jonny,' Halloran said. 'I presume you have some suggestions as to what might be ripe for picking?'

Weissmann turned to Jakob Dane, the third person at the table. 'We've come up with four reasonable targets,' Dane said. 'Of course, we were thinking there'd be a full assault team going with you—'

'Just tell us what they are,' Deutsch interrupted.

'Yes, sir.' Dane picked up a piece of paper, the flimsy sheet amplifying the slight trembling of his hands, and began to read. All four, it turned out, were essentially minor objectives; Dane, apparently, had as low an opinion of the underground's troops as Deutsch did.

'Not one of those is worth the fuel it'll take to get there,' Halloran snorted when he'd finished.

'Perhaps you'd prefer to take out the Ghost Focus?' Ama suggested acidly.

'Not funny,' Jonny murmured as Halloran's expression darkened. It'd been certain for months that the Trofts had a major tactical headquarters somewhere in Cranach, but so far the aptly christened Ghost Focus had proved impossible to locate. It was a particular sore spot for Halloran, who'd led at least half a dozen hunting expeditions in search of the place and come up dry each time.

All of which, belatedly, Ama seemed to remember. 'You're right, Jonny,' she said, ducking her head in a local gesture of apology that even Jonny found provincial. 'I'm sorry; it's not really something to make light of.'

Halloran grunted a not-quite-mollified acceptance. 'Anyone have any genuine suggestions?' he asked.

'What about that shipment of electronics spares that was supposed to come in yesterday?' Deutsch spoke