Worlds of Honor

the vehicle park, because nobody would follow Carl Euvinophan across the street for a beer, let alone across the ocean to fight the Canmore Republic.

'Major!'

It was the junior Marine of the advisory team, a buck sergeant with a demolitions specialty.

'We've secured the fuel dump and the Sea Fencibles have it rigged to blow. Four charges. But we can't do anything. There's a school full of kids on the other side of the wall. Right in range of the fireball.'

Ryder thought rude things about the Kingdom of Chuiban's urban planners, then nodded.

'All right. You and the Fencibles watch the charges. Disarm them if you're in danger of being overrun. Wait for my signal—`Hallucination' will be the code word.'

'Hallucination. Yes, Ma'am. I kind of wish it was one, too.'

'You aren't the only one, Marine.'

SEVEN

Ryder sprinted after the demolitions sergeant, found herself at the base of a low wall, and scrambled up on top of it before anybody or anything (including her own second thoughts) could stop her. Nobody shot at her, but about fifty pairs of large, mostly brown, eyes stared up at her out of as many faces.

'Evacuate the school!' Ryder shouted. She would have given ten years off her life for a loudspeaker, to be heard inside. The school had a tile roof, a timber frame, and dozens of glass windows. The blast wave would slaughter everyone inside when it hit, even without the fireball's help.

She wanted to scream, but realized that might cause a panic. Instead she pointed at the exit. 'Run, now!' she called. 'The fuel dump is on fire and might explode. Get out of the school now and keep on running.'

The children turned slowly and walked off toward the exit still more slowly. Ryder wondered if they somehow thought that the Sea Fencibles were firefighters, who would provide a grand spectacle whether or not they put out the fire before the explosion.

Two bits of luck saved the children. One was the first incoming round from Nautilus. It was an air-bursting smoke round, timed to detonate three hundred meters up. It made a bang audible all over town, even over the firing, and left a cloud of white and purple smoke big enough for a low-yield nuke. Ryder hoped that it would, in the words of an old drill instructor, 'warn everybody to keep their heads down and their mouths and—ah, sphincters—shut.'

Seeing and hearing the explosion started the children on the playground hurrying. It brought more of them out of the school, followed by a teacher shouting at them to get back inside and sit down!

The teacher went on shouting until she caught sight of Major Ryder, standing on top of the wall, dripping with weapons, hands and face black as fresh tar, and altogether looking like something sprung from Hell. The teacher let out a shriek that must have sounded like the noon lunch whistle in factories halfway across town and darted for the exit with an alacrity that did credit to her condition if not her courage.

She not only swept most of the children out of the exit along with her, her scream brought other teachers out—and Ryder's warning finally got through to them. In five minutes the school was empty, and the street beyond its gates crowded with children and teachers, all of them still moving.

Chung came on the radio, to say that the first round had got some of the Euvinophan people moving, and 'in a retrograde direction,' but not all of them, and three more truckloads had just pulled up. Nautilus was going to drop a couple more rounds on the hillside behind the Esplanade, but if that didn't discourage loitering, she was going to have to fire for effect.

'If we clear the Euvinophan people out of their assembly area, we'll have a clear shot at Blue Temple Avenue, which takes us straight out to the air base,' he concluded.

Personally, Ryder thought they would do better to hold Market Square, which would block any counterattacks by either the Euvinophan people at the training barracks or the Peep Navy types at the air base. But Chung was definitely offensive-minded, and if he could capture any local vehicles, he might just bring it off.

'All right. Just be careful going through Market Square,' Ryder said. 'Street merchants are bad people to have mad at you. They'll slick up the pavement with spoiled fruit if they can't do anything else!'

* * *

Jean Testaniere could only hope that the second convoy of Euvinophan's infantry wouldn't follow the example of the first. It would probably help them to take a few casualties, so that they would have somebody to be angry at. They could not possibly be as angry at anyone as he himself was at Paul Weldon, but it would be a start.

The second salvo from the sea was only another demonstration of firepower. The sixty-odd infantry looked in all directions, and most of them turned as pale as their complexions allowed. They neither charged nor fled. Some of them actually unslung their rifles and started loading, while a couple of adequately loud NCO's started forming squads.

That was all Testaniere saw before Citizen Captain Weldon finally replied.

'People's Will Flight One to People's Will Ground One. We have sighted, bombed, and destroyed a Republican air freighter. One major secondary explosion, and minor ones continuing. Any hostile personnel in the area have taken evasive action and are under cover. I intend to search and strafe.'

'I do not advise that,' Testaniere said. The words came out like an order, rather than advice, but he could not have used any other tone to save his life. He wanted to scream, 'Get that piece of tin and your useless behind back here half an hour ago!' but managed to avoid that extreme as well.

'Major hostile attack on Buwayjon,' he said instead. 'Air-lifted Manticoran puppet forces in company strength or above, with offshore fire support. Repeat, I recommend an immediate return to the city and that you make your first priority target the bombardment vessel. Black hull, yellow superstructure, white funnel, older vessel.'

'A surface ship, in broad daylight? Can't you engage it with the tanks?' Weldon sounded genuinely bewildered.

Testaniere hated to admit the truth. 'The vehicles and dump were the first hostile target. The puppet troops have made the area inaccessible, until the Euvinophan reinforcements now arriving permit us to counterattack.'

A long silence with only the background noise of the pinnace's engines, then, in eloquently perfect diction:

'You, Citizen People's Commissioner Testaniere, are an ass.'

Testaniere wanted to laugh. He doubted he would stop if he began, so he only said, 'Like calls to like, Citizen Captain Weldon. We can divide up the blame for this mess once we've cleaned it up. That still needs you and your pinnace here, now!'

'On the way.'

Several Sea Fencibles and the Marine demolitions sergeant joined Ryder on the wall before the last of the children was out of range of the explosion (or so she hoped).

'Are they ready to blow?' she asked.

'Not quite,' the sergeant replied. 'They're salvaging a whole bunch of Peep ammo that we can use— satchel charges, rocket launchers for anti-tank rounds, a couple of vehicle-mounted tribarrels with power packs—all sorts of stuff.'

'Tell them to hustle,' Ryder said. 'If we don't blow the main dump, we'll have to blow the tanks individually. We may not have that much time.'

'Oh, they're already putting demo or satchel charges under each tank,' the sergeant said. 'Double fuses and everything else. I don't think those youngsters have ever had so much fun in public.'

Then the sergeant's eyes widened and he shouted, 'Get down!'

Ryder was already moving; she'd seen the green fatigues of Euvinophan troops at the playground exit.