Cobra Alliance

expected—short meeting?'

'Too long,' MacDonald growled.

Chrys's eyes took on a knowing look. 'Uh-oh. What happened—Challinor want you to petition for more Cobras again?'

MacDonald shook his head. 'Nothing so amusing. They want to take over the planet.'

Chrys stopped in mid-stride. 'They what?'

'You heard me. They want to overthrow the governor-general and set up a warlord system with little fiefdoms for all of the Cobras who join him.'

Chrys looked at Jonny. 'Is he kidding me, Jonny?' she asked.

Jonny shook his head. 'No. Challinor's dead serious about it. I don't know how they hope to do anything but get themselves slagged, though—'

'Just a second,' she interrupted, moving toward the door to the bedroom wing. 'I think Dad had better hear this.'

'Good idea,' MacDonald grunted, stepping to the corner liquor cabinet and pouring himself a drink. Holding up the bottle, he looked questioningly at Jonny, who shook his head.

A couple of minutes later Chrys was back, a dressing-gowned man in tow. 'Ken; Jonny,' Dr. Orrin Eldjarn nodded to them, looking wide awake despite his sleep-tousled hair. 'What's this about some kind of cabal being formed?'

They all sat down, the Eldjarns listening intently as MacDonald gave them a capsule summary of Challinor's proposal. 'But as Jonny said,' he concluded, 'there's just no way they can succeed. One Cobra's fighting strength is essentially the same as another's, after all.'

'But orders of magnitude higher than anyone else's,' Eldjarn commented. 'If Challinor announced he was taking over Thanksgiving, there's really nothing the people there could do to stop him.'

'Surely there are a few other weapons there,' Chrys argued. 'We've got at least a half dozen pellet guns here in Ariel, and Thanksgiving's bigger than we are.'

'Pellet guns would be essentially useless against a Cobra except in cramped quarters where he couldn't maneuver,' Jonny told her. 'The firing mechanism has a distinctive click that's loud enough for us to hear, and we'd normally have no trouble getting out of the line of fire. The Trofts on Silvern took forever to learn that lesson.'

'But that's not the point,' MacDonald said. 'To kill twelve rebel Cobras, all it should take is twelve loyal Cobras.'

'Unless the rebels manage to target all the others before the battle starts,' Chrys suggested suddenly. 'Couldn't they kill everyone in one quick volley if they did that?'

MacDonald shook his head. 'The optical enhancers we've got now don't have the multiple targeting capability of our old ones. But okay—let's say it'll even take fifty Cobras if the rebels are dug in and you want an absolutely sure victory. That's still only a twelfth of Zhu's forces. Challinor has to know that.'

'So the question is, what else does he know—that we don't.' Eldjarn stroked his chin thoughtfully. 'Anything happening elsewhere on Aventine that might be pinning down large numbers of Cobras? Civil unrest in one of the other districts or something?'

Jonny and MacDonald exchanged glances, and the latter shrugged. 'Nothing we've heard of,' he said. 'I suppose it's conceivable that Challinor's organized groups in other towns for a simultaneous declaration, but I don't really believe it.'

'The spine leopards are on the move again,' Jonny suggested doubtfully. 'That'll keep a lot of Cobras on patrolling and hunting duty unless the farmers went to stay out of their fields for a few days. I can't see that worrying the governor-general, though. Maybe Challinor's just lost his mind.'

'Not Challinor.' MacDonald was definite. 'He's as sharp and level-headed as they come. And L'est wouldn't have come in on this on the strength of Challinor's sales talk alone, either—that one was a weasel even before we hit Aventine.'

'I'm inclined to agree,' Eldjarn said slowly. 'The timing here is too good for megalomaniacs to have come up with. As you pointed out, Jonny, the spine leopard migration will hinder any official counter-measures, at least a little. Less coincidental, I'm sure, is the fact that the Dominion courier ship left Capitalia just a few days ago, which means it'll be six months before anyone from the Dominion touches down here again.'

'Plenty of time to consolidate a new regime,' MacDonald growled. 'They can present the courier with a fait accompli and dare Dome to do something.'

'And the Dewdrop's out somewhere in deep space,' Jonny said with a grimace.

'Right,' Eldjarn nodded. 'Until it gets back, there's no way for Zhu to get in touch with anyone—and even then, if the Dewdrop can't land somewhere secure for fuel and provisions, it won't be able to go for help. No, Challinor's thought this out carefully. It's a shame you couldn't have played along a little longer and found out the rest of his plan.'

'I did what I could,' MacDonald said, a bit stiffly. 'I won't lie about my loyalty to anyone.'

'Sure—I understand,' Eldjarn said.

For a moment the room was silent. 'I suppose I could go back to them,' Jonny said hesitantly. 'I never really stated where I stood.'

'They'd be suspicious,' MacDonald said, shaking his head. 'And if they caught you passing information to us they'd treat you as a spy.'

'Unless, of course,' Chrys said quietly, 'you want to go back.'

Her father and MacDonald looked at her in surprise, but her gaze remained on Jonny. 'After all, we've been assuming Jonny was solidly on our side,' she pointed out calmly. 'Maybe he hasn't really made up his mind. This isn't a decision that we should be making for him.'