Carrera thought, As if they could be trusted not to spill their guts once they go home. Still, my cautioning them may help make them feel they're part of the team and fully trusted. People are odd that way.
Continuing, Carrera said, 'Very well then. Colonel Sitnikov has decided to accept our offer of citizenship and equivalent rank. He will be in charge of you in my absence. I thank you for your decision to stay and help us. Dismissed.'
When the rest of the Volgans had departed, Carrera explained to Sitnikov what it was he wanted done while the legion was gone. He had learned to trust this particular Volgan, implicitly, over the last half year.
'Aleksandr, there are a number of projects I want your people to work on over the next year or two. Probably two years.'
Carrera stood up, walked to the railing of the porch, turned and leaned against it. He continued. 'The first project involves the Isla Real. That's the big island in the Bay of Balboa. I want you, personally, to work out how to turn it into a major Initial Entry Training establishment capable of turning out up to thirty thousand trained privates a year, as well as the needed number of specialists, officers and noncoms to lead an army of about three hundred and fifty to three hundred and eighty thousand. I'll send someone over with the table of organization, equipment, and manning to guide you in your planning.'
'I've already seen it in rough terms,' Sitnikov said. 'One of your people showed me. You really think you can turn this place into a nation-in-arms?'
'Maybe not,' Carrera answered. 'And maybe I won't need to. But it is certain that unless I plan for it, I won't be able to.'
Sitnikov's head rocked from side to side, considering. It's true enough, I suppose.
'Don't, repeat don't, try to build anything along those lines,' Carrera continued. 'I will want you to build, as the money becomes available, a less ambitious facility capable of turning out seventy-five hundred to eight thousand trained privates a year, with other specialty and leadership schools as required.
'Remember, though, all you can do is plan for now. Even to buy the island, or to get the government to condemn it through eminent domain, would cost about half a billion FSD, maybe more. I don't expect to have that kind of money until and unless I can work out a deal with the Feds to hire the legion.
'In any case, let me make this clear: the planning for the building of the smaller training facility is to be open, once we own the island. The plan for expanding it to the larger capacity is to be very close hold. Even more close hold, I want you to plan for turning the island into a genuine fortress, one capable of enduring air attack and defeating amphibious attack by any possible enemy.'
Sitnikov brushed a hand through thinning hair. Any enemy? he wondered. Even the FSC? The Taurans? I wouldn't enjoy taking on the FSC, were it my fortress to command. But killing Sachsen and Gauls? Zhong? Be still, my heart.
Sitnikov asked, 'You think the others might report back even though they gave their words they will not?'
Carrera lowered his chin slightly, his eyes boring into Sitnikov as if the latter were a very dull schoolboy.
'Yes,' Sitnikov admitted. 'Well… I suppose so.'
Carrera nodded and continued, 'The next project is to plan to set up a major unit training center at Fort Cameron, something capable of training and testing units up to regimental size. We're going to cut you orders and get you a visa to visit the Federated States. I will also get the local FS attache to get you permission to visit their combat training centers in the states of Arcadia and Sequoia. I'll give you more guidance on this later. For now, just go and see how the FS Army does it. And be skeptical.'
Carrera paused while Sitnikov wrote this down. He began to walk from one side of the porch to the other.
'Lastly, I want-and in some ways this will be the most delicate work of all-I want a plan for organizing six junior military academies in six locations I will give you later. I will get you a professor from the University of Balboa to help with the academic requirements. The purpose of these schools will be to provide the preliminary training for recruits to the legions-yes I said, 'legions'- as and when we can expand. I also want-and this is critical-for these schools to be able to defend themselves at need and attack within fifty kilometers or so of their positions. They must be able to exit the academies and move to attack positions without being detected.
'Aleksandr… whatever I said to those who decided against citizenship… I want you to arrange things so no one can put together a picture of what we're doing from the bits and pieces those men will work on. Not if the KVD and OSI each had a thousand years to question every one of those men.'
'That will not be easy, sir. I will have to do everything but the most mundane things myself.'
'So? Lourdes will be remaining here. She can be of great assistance to you. She's a very impressive woman, actually. Now, what are your questions?'
As if on cue, Lourdes-smiling rather happily now-stuck her head out the folding glass door to the rear porch and announced, 'Patricio, I've got Senator Rodman on the phone as you requested.'
'Excuse me for a moment, would you, Aleksandr?' Carrera asked as he stood to go to his office.
'Patrick, dear boy, how can I help you today?' Harriet Rodman asked brightly.
Carrera went right to it. 'I need an appointment, two hours or so, with Ron Campos, SecWar.'
' That asshole? Whatever for? And why come to me?'
'I came to you because you can do it and because you are an honest politician.' They both knew what Carrera meant by that. Once bought you stay bought. And I'm keeping up the mortgage my uncle and grandfather placed on you and your antecedents.
He continued, 'As for why him; I need his help with something. Actually, Harriet, come to think of it I really should bring you into it. You, after all, are concerned with loss of Federated States citizens' and soldiers' lives. You are pretty tight with a defense drachma. Yes… tell you what; I'll come up a day early and brief you. At dinner, say? Perhaps at the Army and Navy Club.'
'No,' Rodman answered. 'Too public for both our purposes. Dinner at my place, okay? Use the back door. If we're conspiring, Patrick, let's conspire. '
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'You've been doing what?' Rodman asked incredulously.
'Not 'been doing,' Harriet. Done. I have a large brigade, el Legio del Cid, a nongovernmental organization set up under the sponsorship of the government of the Republic of Balboa, organized, equipped and, almost, trained to fight.'
'You aren't serious,' she insisted. 'You think these people can actually fight? Come on.'
Carrera resisted, almost successfully, the outrage that he naturally felt at anyone casting even the slightest aspersion on a unit he- practically speaking-commanded.
Harriet knew she had overstepped her bounds when Carrera's fingers began drumming the table rhythmically. His uncle used to do that when he was really annoyed, she thought.
'For your information, Senator,' Carrera said in an icy voice, 'The legion is fully equipped. It is not equipped up to FS standards but it is still very well equipped. The core of the leadership cadres have experience of combat; many of them have much experience of combat. Moreover the bulk of the legion's leaders have been brought up to speed for modern, combined arms warfare. The younger ones have as well. The troops…' and the iciness left his voice as he began to describe his men.
'Ah… they're just great. The minimum IQ is 110. There is no army in the world that can boast that. The average is above 115… closer to 120. In a place like Balboa, with fifty percent unemployment among young men, we could pick and choose, you see. There were about a hundred and eighty thousand unemployed young men. We only needed four thousand for now. They have been through courses of individual qualification as thorough and as rough as any in the world. They are almost frighteningly fit and healthy. They have been trained, the troops and leadership both, by some of the most combat experienced and capable trainers in the world. All they need is an extensive period of unit training, more for the commanders and staff than for the men. And that period is beginning even as we speak.
'So yes, Senator, they'll be able to fight… by the end of the year. They can be deployed in al Jahara before the campaign begins.'
Rodman shrugged. 'All right. Suppose I buy that this legion of yours can or at least will be able to fight? What do you want with Campos?'
'I want him to hire us.'
