Cobra Alliance

'Koubrah-soldiers were created to kill.'

'We were created to defend. There's a difference.'

The other seemed to ponder that. 'Perhaps there are grounds for compromise,' he said at last. 'Or at least for discussion. Will you and your companion come to my bridge?'

Jonny nodded. 'Yes... but the companion I mentioned won't actually be there. She's an insubstantial entity we humans call Lady Luck.'

The commander was silent a moment. 'I believe I understand. If so, I would still invite her to accompany us.'

Turning, he disappeared into the boarding tunnel. Hesitating only a moment, Jonny followed. The escort, weapons still lowered, fell into step around him.

He was back on the Menssana side of the tunnel four hours later when Wrey and Tarvn were brought aboard. 'Good evening, gentlemen,' Jonny nodded as their Troft escort silently disappeared back down the tunnel. 'Captain, if you'll seal that hatch we're almost ready to be on our way.'

'What the hell happened?' Wrey asked, his bewildered tone making the words more plaintive than demanding. 'No questioning, no demands—no talk, period—and suddenly they're letting us go?'

'Oh, there was talking, all right,' Jonny said. 'Lots of it. That hatch secure? Good. Captain, I believe the drive repairs are finished, but you'll need to confirm that from the bridge. And make sure we're all ready before you pull away—the other Troft ship isn't in on this and they might try and stop us.'

Tarvn's eyebrows arched, but all he said was, 'Got it,' before heading forward at a fast trot.

'What's going on?' Wrey demanded as Jonny started to follow. 'What do you mean, there was lots of talking?'

'The Ship Commander and I had a discussion, and I convinced him it was in his best interests to let us go.'

'In other words, you made a deal,' Wrey growled. 'What was it?'

'Something I'll discuss only with the Central Committee and only when we reach Asgard,' Jonny told him flatly.

Wrey frowned at him, irritation and growing suspicion etching his face. 'You're not authorized to negotiate for the entire Dominion of Man.'

'That's okay—the Ship Commander wasn't authorized to negotiate for the Troft Assemblage, either.' A gentle thump rippled through the deck and Jonny relaxed muscles he hadn't realized he'd had tensed. 'But what authority he did have seems to have been adequate to get us away.'

'Moreau—'

'Now if you'll excuse me, it's been a long night and I'm very tired. Good-night, Mr. Wrey; you can figure out on your own how you'll write this incident up. I'm sure you'll come out the hero in the final version.'

Which was a rather cheap shot, Jonny admitted to himself as he headed aft toward his cabin. But at the moment his body was aching more than Wrey would ever know and he had no patience left for mid-bureaucratic mentality.

Or, for that matter, for illegal business practices and deliberate evasions. Which was why he planned to take a few days to recuperate before confronting Dru and Harmon with the half-truth the Troft Ship Commander had popped. Allies they had been; allies they might yet be... and he would like if possible to also keep them as friends.

It was another two weeks' travel to the Troft-Dominion border, fourteen of the longest days Jonny had ever suffered through this side of the last war. The cooling attitude toward him aboard the Menssana was part of it, of course, bringing back painful memories of those last months on Horizon. Jonny had all but forgotten the fear mainstream Dominion society felt toward Cobras, and on top of that he suspected Wrey of spitefully dropping hints that he'd made some terrible deal to buy their freedom. Only Harmon and Dru seemed relatively untouched by the general aloofness, and even with them Jonny could tell their friendliness had a large wedge of self-interest mixed in. After the long and painful confession session Jonny had forced them through shortly after their escape, he had the power to bring a fair amount of official flak down on them, and they both knew it.

But the social isolation was only a minor part of the frustration Jonny felt with the slowness of their progress. He had a real chance of sidetracking the war completely, but only if he could get to Asgard before the actual shooting began. To Asgard, and in front of the Central Committee. He hoped Jame would be able to arrange that; Wrey wasn't likely to be of any help.

And at last the Menssana touched down on Adirondack, the terminus point for Corridor traffic... and Wrey played his trump card.

'I'm sorry for whatever inconvenience it'll cost you to have to find your own ways back to your ultimate destinations,' Wrey told the group of passengers as they gathered in the Dannimor starfield's customs building. 'Unfortunately, the fast courier I'll be taking to Asgard hasn't room for anyone besides myself and Captain Tarvn.'

'And me, I presume,' Jonny spoke up.

'Afraid not,' Wrey said blandly. 'But then, you'll remember I warned you against inviting yourself along.'

For a heartbeat Jonny simply stood there, unable to believe his ears. 'You can't do that, Wrey—'

'Can't I?' the other retorted. 'I suggest you check the statutes, Moreau—if you know how to look up real law, that is.'

Jonny gazed at the other's self-satisfied expression, the small gloating smile playing at the corners of the paunchy man's mouth—the small mind having its big moment. And Jonny, his own mind occupied by too many other things, had failed completely to anticipate this move. 'Look,' he said quietly, 'this is foolish, and you know it. The Committee needs to hear what the Troft Ship Commander told me—'

'Oh, yes—the 'secret plan' to stop the war that you won't tell anyone about,' Wrey almost-sneered. 'Maybe you'd better finally loosen up and give me at least the basic outline. I'd be sure and mention it to the