Cobra Alliance

'Take a long time to kill it that way,' Kier said doubtfully. 'Gantua central nervous systems are a lot more decentralized than anything you're probably used to. Underbelly and heart-lung would be a better target.'

'Only if we can get it to roll over,' Jonny pointed out. The gantua's panting, he noticed uneasily, was already slowing down. Another minute or two and it would be ready to either attack or flee. His eyes flicked around the plain, looking for inspiration... fell on a gluevine-wrapped cyprene. 'Niles, that tree to your left has a long gluevine on it. See if you can ease over and cut us a good length of it.'

Moving carefully, attention on the gantua, Kier glided toward the tree. 'Cally,' Jonny continued, 'when Niles gets the gluevine free, he's going to toss you one end. Don't touch the cut part; it'll stick like crazy to you. You two will hold it stretched between you at about knee height and I'll try and attract the gantua into it. Clear?'

'Clear,' Halloran acknowledged. 'Do we slice the vine open in the middle with fingertip lasers?'

'If we have time,' Kier told him. 'Otherwise we'll just have to hope the impact will open enough of the skin to release the glue.'

Kier was at the tree now, judging with his hands the best places to cut the vine. 'What happens if it charges one of us instead of you?' Halloran asked.

Jonny was almost in position now, between the other Cobras and perhaps fifty meters behind them. 'Wait as long as you can, then throw your end of the vine at its legs and jump,' he said. 'Niles?'

'Ready.' Kier took an audible breath. 'Okay, Cally—look sharp.'

And with twin flashes of laser fire the vine came loose.

The light, or Kier's sudden movements, triggered the gantua. With a hoarse roar it lumbered forward. Jonny yelled at it, waving his arms, and the creature changed direction toward him. At the bottom of his peripheral vision, Jonny saw the vine snake over to Halloran... erupt with laser sparkle along much of its length... go rigid just above the grass—

The gantua hit it full tilt, and with a crash that shook the area like a minor earthquake, it slammed headlong to the ground.

Down, but not out. Even as Jonny raced toward it, the creature rolled to its side, treetrunk legs straining against the vine wrapped around them. Lousy leverage or not, the vine was already showing signs of strain. This would have to be done fast....

And as he raised his antiarmor laser, Jonny abruptly realized the gantua's legs were blocking his intended target.

'Uh-oh,' Kier muttered as he and Halloran joined Jonny. 'We may have outsmarted ourselves on that one.'

'Let's try wrapping more gluevine around it,' Halloran suggested. 'Maybe we can take it alive.'

'Taking a berserk gantua alive is not my idea of a solution,' Jonny told him. 'There isn't a facility within a hundred kilometers for a quiet one, let alone this beast.' He gritted his teeth. 'Okay; there's one more thing we can try. Cally, when I give the word, cut the vine between its front legs. Niles, you and I'll see what we can do in the half second or so we'll have. If it doesn't work, scatter and we'll try to come up with something else. Ready? Okay, Cally; now.'

The vine disintegrated in a flicker of light—and the gantua's legs, straining against it, flew wide apart to expose its abdomen.

Afterward, Jonny would shudder at the risk none of them had quite known they were taking. The gantua's underbelly was relatively unprotected, the two antiarmor lasers firing their deadly blasts at point-blank range—and still the creature was able to struggle nearly to its feet before they finally penetrated to a vital spot. Even then, its death convulsions nearly caught Kier, saved only by a combination of luck and programmed reflexes.

Halloran summed it up for all of them when the gantua finally lay still. 'Good God, those things are built tough.'

'I don't remember ever hearing of anyone killing one before,' Jonny said. 'Now I know why.'

'I sure hope he was a rogue,' Kier agreed, rubbing his shin where the creature's death throes had touched it. 'If they've all gone crazy, we'll have to evacuate half of Dawa District alone.'

'Or get a whole lot of new Cobras,' Jonny muttered. Ignoring Halloran's suddenly thoughtful look, he pulled out his phone.

Governor-General Zhu had the pained look of a man caught between two opposing but equally valid requirements. 'But the vote has already been taken,' he said. 'Committe D'arl's people are already unloading their equipment.'

'So negate the vote on the grounds of new evidence,' Jonny argued, staring hard at the other through the phone screen. He'd borrowed the Niparin mayor's office specifically for the use of the vision attachment, but so far the face-to-face advantage hadn't gained him a thing. 'Or on the grounds that neither I nor the syndics of Palatine and Caelian were present. Come on, Zhu—this vote wasn't even supposed to be taken for a week or so.'

'The others were ready to vote—what was I supposed to do? Anyway, you and the other two missing syndics wouldn't have made a difference. The vote was eleven to five, and even with your Cobra's double vote, the end result would have wound up the same. And as for new evidence, all you've said so far merely reinforces the decision. If one or more gantuas have gone crazy, we certainly are going to need more Cobras to defend ourselves.'

'Doesn't that depend on why they went crazy?'

Zhu's eyes narrowed. 'What does that mean?'

'I don't know—yet. The scientific people are just starting a biochemical study of the gantua we killed to see if there are any foreign substances in its system.'

' 'Foreign substances'? Moreau, it strikes me you're being unnecessarily mysterious. What, in plain language, are you driving at?'

Jonny took a deep breath. 'I'm not being mysterious; I simply don't know anything for certain. I have... suspicions... but I'd rather not air them without proof.'