“You’re still inventing the perfect society in your minds, then trying to figure out how to shape people to fit in with it,” Cade commented to one of the young women.
“Yes. It gives purpose and requires dedication.” She looked at him bright-eyed, as if waiting for a revelation. “Is there a better way?”
“Leave people the way they are, and accept whatever society comes out of it,” Cade said. “Like the Hyadeans do with facts. You’re making your society a theory. Just let facts and people be what they are, and lead to whatever becomes. That’s the way to build starships.”
But she couldn’t make the connection. Her programming didn’t include such a concept.
Cade and Hudro were subdued by the time they returned to the hotel. This was going to be tougher than they had thought. That evening, they dined less ostentatiously with a half dozen people from foreign affairs and military departments. Conversation focused on plying Cade and Hudro with questions about Hyadean-Terran relations in the former U.S.A., their impressions of the guerrillas in South America, and Hudro’s experiences in counterinsurgency operations. The undisguised object was to gather advance material for the more senior representatives whom they would be meeting in the morning.
The meeting was held in a large, somber room of paneled walls with portraits of mostly forgotten military and political leaders in one of the government buildings off Tiananmen Square, a couple of blocks from the hotel. There were shelves of ornately bound books that Cade could never imagine anyone opening, brown leather armchairs arranged with side tables along the sides and in the corners, and a bench seat below the end window. Cade and Hudro sat at one end of a polished table forming the centerpiece. The chairman, who had been introduced as Brigadier General Zhao Yaotung of the Army, faced them from the far end. Arranged along the two longer sides were five other principal participants and their several secretaries and translators. Two microphones on the table and a video camera commanding the table from a corner indicated that the proceedings would be recorded.
The other five were: Madame Deng Qing, an undersecretary of the Directorate; Liu Enulai, military scientific adviser; Colonel Huia Xianem, of the Air Force; Abel Imarak, an Iranian liaison officer from the Muslim side of the AANS; and Major Charles Clewes, from a Canadian military mission that was apparently visiting. The Muslim and Canadian presence was revealing. It seemed that coordination within the AANS was farther advanced than Cade had realized.
Zhao began by working through a list of questions compiled from the things the deputies had raised the previous evening. He was heavily built with a saggy face, and spoke with a tired detachment, as if used to commanding an authority that was never questioned. His points covered tactics and logistics of the ground operations in South America, the morale of the guerrilla fighters there, their training, equipment, and attitudes toward receiving support from Asia. When the questions zeroed in on specifics of Hyadean weaponry and ways of countering it, Hudro reiterated what he had already told Cade: Although he had come to the conclusion that the Hyadean military intervention on behalf of the Globalist Coalition was wrong, he could not justify saying anything that might contribute to causing casualties or deaths among his own kind. He had left all that now, to begin a new life. Mme. Deng, sharp of face and manner, her hair tied in a bun, wearing a black skirt and jacket over a high-necked, lilac floral-pattern blouse, wanted to know, with a hint of disapproval, if that was the case, why had he come to Beijing? Because he had been asked to, Hudro said. He had accepted in the hope of finding some way to avoid escalation, not to promote it.
That seemed to open up the latent course that the meeting had been predisposed to follow. Zhao launched into a recitation that flowed smoothly and monotonously as if he had been through it many times, of why the time to strike hard and fast was precisely now. In North America, the Washington regime was still taken by surprise, its forces divided among themselves and disorganized, with reports of defections. The day before, at Amarillo, an entire Union armored brigade had come over to the Western Federation. Their drive into Texas was running down. Mexico was heading toward open civil war against cooperating, which blocked the threat of a Globalist outflanking move from the south for the time being.
Meanwhile, the Federation was solidly established across the north all the way to Lake Michigan. The underground front and irregulars that the AANS had been cultivating for years were emerging as an effective auxiliary arm of the regular forces. Alaska was pro-Federation, although formally maintaining a neutral stance, and Canada, for a long time seeking ways of easing itself from domination by Washington, was supportive. Zhao gestured across the table toward Clewes, as if by way of vindication. And on the European front, Russia had declined to follow the NATO Globalist alignment, securing Asia’s position from the west. It was a time for decisiveness and vigorous action. Nothing worthwhile in history had ever been attained by half measures.
Imarak, the Iranian, took up the torch. “At this moment, China and the other Asian AANS nations have over five million men under arms. Our air forces started equipping for something like this a long time ago. Hawaii has agreed to cooperate in staging operations and is being reinforced.” He looked at Zhao for a moment as if for approval to divulge further detail. The general returned a curt nod. Imarak continued, “With the transportation at our disposal right now, we can airlift five divisions with supporting armor and artillery into Mexico in ten days, followed within a month by landings to intercede in South America. With such a demonstration of support, the South American states will arise.” Imarak waved a hand. “From the things you have said yourselves, the people are with us already! What’s left? A few tottering governments that are rotten on the inside anyway. With the South gone, Canada denied, and the western two-thirds of the U.S.A. effectively part of the AANS already, the Washington-based Union reduces to an extension of the decaying remains of Europe. We can swing practically the rest of Earth behind us now. How could a few nonrepresentative states—states that do not have the support of their people—backing an alien power stand against that?”
Cade had a foreboding that they were not going to penetrate this kind of euphoria and overconfidence. “You’re not allowing for the aliens,” he said, nevertheless.
Liu Enulai, the scientific adviser chimed in, taking up the party line. “That is the reason why it is so important to move fast,” He was lean and hollow cheeked, with close-cropped white hair and skin stretched tight over his skull, looking as if it were about to crack. “We are here now, already mobilizing, our weapons deployed. The Hyadeans won’t have fully worked-out plans for intervention, nor any presence here, as yet, in numbers. They have large problems of logistics to deal with and vast distances to cross. But once they set a goal, they pursue it relentlessly and effectively. Therefore, delay is to our detriment and their benefit.”
Cade shook his head, alarmed now at what he was hearing. “You can’t take those guys on in a straight slugging match. It isn’t a question of numbers. You’ve all been around for the last twelve years. You can figure out what they’re capable of.”
Hudro, beside him, was equally disturbed. “I think you underestimate,” he told the company. “These weapons you see in South America are just the small-scales. Experiments, yes? Nothing crosses ocean under orbiting bombs and beam platforms to land in South America. Saturation field turns air into fire, burns whole forest. Same forces that drive Hyadean starship bend space, pile desert into mountain, collapse city block like egg shell. I have seen in Querl wars. But Querl have defenses and understand.”
Clewes, the Canadian, was looking worried—understandably: His country was next door to the developing battle zone, not six thousand miles away. Huia Xianem, the Chinese Air Force colonel, who had asked Hudro a lot of questions earlier, was nodding agreement solemnly. So not everyone was being carried away.
But the cautious were evidently not the ones calling the tune. “Indeed, that’s the whole point,” Mme. Deng answered. “To avoid such a
direct conflict. Moving quickly now will eliminate the remnant of Terran power that depends on Hyadean support. By the time the Hyadeans are in a position to deploy significant force here, any reason to use it will have gone away.”
“Is reinforcements arriving already from Chryse,” Hudro started to point out, but Zhao brushed it aside.
“They still think in terms of the local-scale conflicts in South America to protect their elite in their palaces there,” he said. “In taking things to a planetary scale, speed and surprise will be with us.”
“Do you see Hyadeans intervening actively in your country, Mr. Cade?” Imarak asked, as if that made the point.
Maybe for the same reason that there weren’t any Asians either, Cade thought to himself. Yet, anyway. Surely, the spectacle of Chinese troops landing in California to fight alongside Americans against other Americans was unthinkable. But similar enough things were written all through history.
“Is fine, maybe, while East Union army is in Texas and they still hope for help through Mexico,” Hudro said. “But if Union gets in trouble, yes, you likely see Hyadeans fighting there then.”
Zhao seemed unmoved. “You were in California how long ago, a few weeks?” he said to Cade. “CounterAction has been operating for two years there. Did you ever see any direct involvement of Hyadeans with the federal security forces?”
“They supplied equipment, advised on training . . .”
“But were they ever involved in action?”
Cade could only shake his head. “No.” Zhao nodded, satisfied.
“And before they have time to get involved, Washington will have fallen,” Mme. Deng said. “The Hyadeans’ base of political collaboration will have ceased to exist. The only option open to them then will be to renegotiate their position here on new terms.” She looked from Hudro to Cade. “Our terms.”
Cade looked around at their faces. Clewes, and to a lesser degree Colonel Huia, were uneasy, but they weren’t in control here. The rest were committed to their course and intractable. He’d thought that he and Hudro had been brought here for the benefit of their insight and experience. But it was clear that nothing they had to contribute was going to change anything. “What do you want from us?” he asked.
“Your face is known as the American in the movie,” Zhao replied. “You and your former wife . . . What happened to her, by the way?”
“She’s safe—back in California,” Cade said.
“Oh, really? I’m glad.” Zhao gestured at Hudro. “And here is the Hyadean whose story you told. We want to use you both in the same capacity here—at this crucial moment when we are about to launch our maximum effort. Talk to the people. Endorse our cause. Tell them that we are taking back our world from the aliens . . .” His gaze shifted to Hudro. “The human aliens as well as the ones who are propping up the Globalists.”
So that was it. A public-relations campaign to promote the war. Cade sat back heavily in his chair. “You seem to disapprove, Mr. Cade,” Mme. Deng commented. “Do you have some alternative strategy to suggest?”
Until the day before, Cade had thought he had. Especially after Cairns, he had entertained visions of sharing his new understanding of how both races were victims of exploitive minorities who together constituted the real common enemy; how the way to defeat them was not by taking on the Hyadean army but by winning over the mass of the Hyadean people. Why confront when they could undermine? Susan Gray had said.
Although dispirited by what he had heard, now that they were here, he had to try. He spoke with as much force as he could muster about the way Earth affected Hyadeans and how it awakened them to what they believed they could have been, and perhaps once had been. The way to defeat their economic imperialism lay in that direction, Cade said. Missiles and bombs could only bring disaster. Hudro followed, citing his own and Yassem’s experience. Hyadeans didn’t question, he pointed out. On the one hand that made their society easier to control; but it also meant that when they finally found out that they had been lied to, the effect would be incomparably more devastating than to any population on Earth—who pretty much took it for granted anyway. What had just happened to the U.S.A. could happen a hundred times more intensely across the whole of Chryse. “As Roland says, is the way you win here,” he concluded. “Is not with bombs. That way, you, your cities—all goes is destroyed.”
But it fell flat. Cade had told himself that surely the Chinese, if anybody, would respond to such a philosophy. Hadn’t they themselves practically invented it? Or was the notion of fomenting a “people’s” rebellion now part of a past that they considered themselves to have progressed beyond? But it was clear, even while Cade and Hudro were speaking, that the listeners who mattered were impervious. The leaders they served were already committed and were not going to be budged from their course. It was equally plain that Cade and Hudro would have no heart for the role that had been planned for them, and the matter was not pursued further. Thus, the meeting ended on a note of tacit withdrawal by both sides, each acknowledging that there was nothing further of mutual interest to be discussed.
Cade spoke briefly with Clewes in a corridor downstairs as they were leaving the building. “They’re taking an awful gamble. I know you know it too. If Hudro’s right, it’s going to be a mess. Is there nothing that can be done?”
“Believe me, I’ve tried,” Clewes told him. “But the high command back home are as bad. They’ve never had war in their country. It’s something that happens in other places and in movies, or in exercises where nobody gets hurt. They’re still academy kids playing a game. What they’re letting themselves in for is beyond their comprehension.
What was really going on came to him only later that evening, when he was sitting morosely with Hudro in the hotel bar. China was using the Hyadean presence as a justification for uniting a power bloc to end to the West’s domination of the world’s affairs. The Beijing leadership was set on a path that seemed to guarantee the destruction of America as a world leader and the probable demise of Europe, which would lose the Hyadeans their economic leverage. And then what, if a stable measure of autonomy from the Hyadeans was achieved? The AANS breaking up into rivalries—China and the Arab world, maybe; perhaps a fragmented China; a revitalized Russia—all emerging to take on each other? Would there ever be an end to it? Cade watched the other bar patrons and sipped his drink. He was starting to think like Marie.
The thought of her turned his mind back to the prospect of going home—he presumed there would be little further to detain him this side of the Pacific. “Tomorrow, it will be time to start making plans again,” he said to Hudro. “I guess I go back to LA from here. Then I can make arrangements for Yassem to come over. What do you think you’ll do? Go back to Cairns and wait there?”
Hudro seemed to have been thinking along the same lines. He answered without needing much time to consider. “Now, I am not sure what I do. Is not right that Yassem is there and I decide here where we go. Maybe I come back with you. Then Yassem and I make plans together about what we do.”
“You’re serious?”
“Yes, why not? Is better idea, yes?”
Cade reached over and gripped Hudro’s arm. “I think it’s a lot better,” he said. “Things wouldn’t be the same anymore without you around, Big Guy. I’ll make arrangements with the office in the morning.”
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
Two days later, Cade and Hudro departed China on a Federation transport flight heading for California and carrying on its wings and fuselage the new, color-reversed insignia of a dark blue, five-pointed star on a white-circle ground. Due to uncertainties resulting from Union interceptors ranging out over the Pacific from bases in northwest Mexico, the flight was routed via Fairbanks, Alaska, and then down the coast of Canada. Washington had declared a war zone extending five hundred miles off the Federation’s west coast, in which all aircraft and vessels were declared to be at risk of attack. This was drawn far enough north to affect the approaches to Vancouver, exacerb
ating the already volatile situation with Canada, already threatening to fire on further intruders into its air space. Airborne units from several South American states had landed in southern Mexico to aid government troops embroiled in the developing civil war, and an amphibious force was being embarked at Caracas in Venezuela. With its southern front stabilized, the Federation had gone over to the offensive with air attacks on Union bases and crossing points over the Mississippi.
The airfield at Fairbanks was busy with traffic landing and showed recently added antiaircraft defenses and dugouts, still being worked on in places. A tense but purposeful atmosphere prevailed in the terminal building during the four-hour stopover. There were a lot of evacuees from the fighting areas in the continental states to the south, some dispersing in Alaska, others en route to more distant destinations in Asia. One family that Cade talked to were from Chicago, which had become a scene of street-to-street fighting, with the Sears Tower and other high-rise observation points heavily damaged.
Communications were restricted, with military and official use getting priority. Apparently, there had been much attrition of Federation-controlled satellites. The Asians were rumored to be providing additional capacity, but so far it wasn’t making up the difference. Cade was unable to put a call through to Marie at the house, although he did leave a message with Wyvex at the Hyadean mission saying they were on their way. The mission seemed to be functioning in some kind of autonomous role, independent of the official Hyadean presence in Washington. It seemed that Orzin was in charge, but Cade couldn’t quite figure out where he stood amid the shifting politics.
The flight down the Canadian coast passed without incident. One of the crew told Cade that the plane was fitted with “special” equipment to confuse the Hyadean surveillance satellites. It implied a degree of cooperation from at least some faction of the aliens. Interesting, he and Hudro agreed between themselves. Hudro wasn’t sure what to make of it.
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