crackling from what was left of its fuel. Under the treads something else burned green and violent. And the sky to the north...
...was as empty as before. No bobble stood where she knew the Peace generator was hidden. The battle might yet go on for hours, but Allison knew that they had lost. She looked down at the old man and tried to smile. 'It's there, Paul. You won.'
FORTY-ONE
'We got one of them, sir. Ground troops have brought in three survivors. They're-'
'From the nearer one? Where is that second crawler?' Hamilton Avery leaned over the console, his hands pale against the base of the keyboard.
'We don't know, sir. We have three thousand men on foot in that area. We'll have it in a matter of minutes, even if tac air doesn't get it first. About the three we picked
Avery angrily cut the connection. He sat down abruptly, chewed at his lip. 'He's getting closer, I know it. Everything we do seems a victory, but is really a defeat.' He clenched his fists, and Della could imagine him screaming to himself
Avery opened his fists with visible effort. 'Very well. What is the status of Beijing? Is the enemy any closer than before?'
General Maitland spoke to his terminal. He looked at the response in silence. Then, 'Director, we have lost comm with them. The recon birds show the Beijing generator has been bobbled...' He paused as though waiting for some explosion from his boss. But Avery was composed again. Only the faint glassiness of his stare admitted his terror.
' — and of course that could be faked, too,' Avery said quietly. 'Try for direct radio confirmation... from someone known to us.' Maitland nodded, started to turn away. 'And, General. Begin the computations to bobble us up.' He absentedly caressed the Renaissance trigger that sat on the table before him. 'I can tell you the coordinates.'
Maitland relayed the order to try for shortwave communication with Beijing. But he personally entered the coordinates as Avery spoke them. As Maitland set up the rest of the program, Della eased into a chair behind the Director. 'Sir, there is no need for this.'
Hamilton Avery smiled his old, genteel smile, but he wasn't listening to her. 'Perhaps not, my dear. That is why we are checking for confirmation from Beijing.' He flipped open the Renaissance box, revealing a key pad. A red light began blinking on the top. Avery fiddled with a second cover, which protected some kind of button. 'Strange. When I was a child, people talked about 'pushing the button' as though there was a magic red button that could bring nuclear war. I doubt if ever power was just so concentrated... But here I have almost exactly that, Della. One big red button. We've worked hard these last few months to make it effective. You know, we really didn't have that many nukes before. We never saw how they might be necessary to preserve the Peace. But if Beijing is really gone, this will be the only way'
He looked into Della's eyes. 'It won't be so bad, my dear. We've been very selective. We know the areas where our enemy is concentrated; making them uninhabitable won't have any lasting effect on the race.'
To her left, Maitland had completed his preparations. The display showed the standard menu she had seen in his earlier operations. Even by Authority standards, it looked old-fashioned. Quite likely the control software was unchanged from the first years of the Authority.
Maitland had overridden all the fail-safes. At the bottom of-the display, outsized capitals blinked:
WARNING!
THE ABOVE TARGETS ARE FRIENDLY
CONTINUE?
A simple 'yes' would bobble the industrial core of the Authority into the next century.
'We have shortwave communication with Peace forces at Beijing, Director,' the voice came unseen, but it was recognizably Maitland's chief aide. 'These are troops originally from the Vancouver franchise. Several of them are known to people here. At least we can verify these are really our men.'
'And?' Avery asked quietly.
'The center of the Beijing Enclave is bobbled, sir. They can see it from where their positions. The fighting has pretty much ended. Apparently the enemy is lying low, waiting for our reaction. Your instructions are requested.'
'In a minute,' Avery smiled. 'General, you may proceed as planned.' That minute would be more than fifty years in the future.
'yes,' the general typed. The familiar buzzing hum sounded irregularly, and one after another the locations on the list were marked as bobbled: Los Angeles Enclave, Brasilia Enclave, Redoubt 001... It was quickly done, what no enemy could ever do. All other activity in the room ceased; they all knew. The Authority was now committed. In fact, most of the Authority was gone from the world by that act. All that remained was this one generator, this one command center — and the hundreds of nuclear bombs that Avery's little red button would rain upon the Earth.
Maitland set up the last target, and the console showed:
FINAL WARNING! PROJECTION WILL SELF-ENCLOSE. CONTINUE?
Now Hamilton Avery was punching an elaborate passcode into his red trigger box. In seconds, he would issue the command that would poison sections of continents. Then
