Cobra Alliance

'...so when I found out Committe D'arl was going to personally supervise the whole thing here, I naturally made sure to get my bid in early to come with him.' Jame took a sip of cahve. 'He worked very hard to get the Central Committee to go along with the plan; I'm glad to see you're going to accept it, too.'

'So D'arl's got his political reputation on the line here, does he?' Jonny asked casually.

A flicker of uncertainty passed across Jame's face. 'He's got some prestige at stake, but nothing quite that crucial.'

'As far as you know, you mean.'

Jame set his mug down carefully and lowered his voice. 'All right, Jonny; you don't have to prod around the edges like that with me. What's on your mind?'

Jonny pursed his lips. 'I expect you've heard by now that we killed a berserk gantua southeast of here today.' The other nodded. 'You may also know that in the fifteen years we've been here no gantua has ever shown even the slightest aggressiveness. All right. What would you say, then, if I told you I have proof the gantua we killed had been drugged?'

Gwen inhaled sharply. Jame's eyes narrowed. 'Drugged how?'

'A potent hallucinogen-stimulant chemical had been sprayed over the blussa reeds near where it attacked us. That's all the gantuas ever eat, so it was a perfect way to get the stuff into their systems.'

'A perfect way for whom?'

Jonny hesitated. 'I don't know, specifically. But I'll point out that it gave D'arl a lot of extra push in the vote today. And that it happened right after your ship got in.'

Jame leaned back in his seat and regarded Jonny thoughtfully. 'I could remind you that I've worked with the Committe and his staff for several years now and that I'm a reasonably good judge of character. I could also point out that unsupported accusations could get you in a lot of trouble. But I'd rather tackle the whole issue logically. Assuming someone aboard our ship sprayed this drug from orbit, why hasn't every other animal in that area gone crazy as well? Even if we dropped a mist bomb or something—and I don't even know if our approach path was anywhere near there—there should've been some dispersion.'

Jonny exhaled through clenched teeth. 'All right, then. Someone on your ship must have had an agent down here with the stuff all ready to spray.'

'You only had a few hours' warning, though, didn't you?' Gwen spoke up. 'Could something the size of a gantua ingest enough of the drug that fast?'

'It would probably have needed a massive initial dose,' Jame agreed. 'And in that case, why coat the blussa plants at all?' He frowned. 'Though I'll admit the Committe has been very interested in Aventine flora and fauna recently, and I remember blussa reeds showing up in some of the studies I worked on.'

'How were they mentioned, specifically?' Jonny asked, leaning forward.

'Let's see....' Jame stared into his cahve. 'If I remember correctly, it was part of a strategic minerals study he was having us do. Something about Aventine becoming self-sufficient in case the Troft Corridor was closed. I dug out the fact that your blussa plant is unusually good at concentrating some metal—I forget which one—especially in late autumn.'

'And from this study he almost undoubtedly learned that gantuas are the only things larger than insects that feed on blussa plants,' Jonny said grimly. 'So his agents inject massive doses of hallucinogen into a few gantuas and spray the blussa nearby to ensure they don't come down from their high until they've attracted our attention.'

'Jonny, you're edging very close to sedition here.' Jame's voice was barely audible, his hand rigid as it clutched his mug. 'Even if what you're saying is true, you haven't got a shred of evidence to point to the Committe himself.'

'Not yet. But maybe you can get that evidence for me.'

Jame's face seemed to become a mask. 'What do you mean?'

'If anyone aboard your ship is involved in this, they'll almost certainly have had communication with their agents here. You can pull the radio log and look for coded transmissions.'

For a long moment Jame locked eyes with his brother. 'You're asking me to be disloyal now,' he said at last.

'Am I? If D'arl's implicated, shouldn't that fact be brought to the attention of the entire Central Committee? And if someone's working behind his back—for whatever reason—shouldn't you find out and let him know?'

'And if the whole thing's some home-grown Aventine plot, wouldn't I be betraying the trust Committe D'arl's placed in me?' Jame retorted.

'Jame, you've got to help me,' Jonny said carefully, fighting to keep any hint of his desperation from creeping into his voice. Jame was right: he hadn't any proof that D'arl was manipulating Aventine politics, and unless he could get it, the Committe's plan would go ahead unchecked. 'Don't you see how the continual presence of Cobras is going to warp our society? I don't want D'arl's Cobra factory set up on Aventine— and I sure as hell don't want it here for a fraudulent reason.'

He stopped abruptly, embarrassed by his outburst. Jame ran his finger absently around the rim of his mug, then looked up at Gwen. 'What are your thoughts on this?' he asked her.

She shrugged fractionally. 'I've barely been here a day, Jame—I really can't say anything about the benefits versus drawbacks of this so-called Cobra factory. But if Jonny says it'd be bad—' She grinned. 'You know how everything Jonny says and does is right.'

Jame relaxed, smiling back. 'That's only because he wasn't around during those critical formative years when you were busy fighting with me,' he said.

'Jonny was doing a lot for the Dominion during those years,' she replied softly.

Jame looked down at his cahve again. 'He was, wasn't he?' He took a deep breath, pursed his lips. 'All right,' he said at last, looking Jonny in the eye. 'I guess I can risk the Committe's anger for something that's this important to you. But I won't be able to simply give you any logs I find. I'll analyze them myself and let you know if there's anything out of the ordinary. They're all technically confidential, after all.'