Timothy Zahn - Cobra 01 - Cobra

by Cobra(lit)

  Chrys was already in the anteroom, chatting with Jonny's assistant. "All set?" she asked as he entered.

  "All set," he nodded. "I'm officially off-duty, leaving the fate of Caravel

  District in Theron's capable hands."

  Theron Yutu grinned. "With any luck the district'll still be here when you come back, Syndic," he said. "How off-duty are you?"

  "I'm taking my phone, but it's going to be off," Jonny told him. "You reveal the override code to anyone short of a genuine emergency and I'll take you to Dawa

  District and let the gantuas walk on you."

  "A fate worse than debt," Yutu agreed solemnly. "Have a good time, sir; Mrs.

  Moreau."

  Chrys had left the car poised for a quick getaway, and a minute later they were driving through the moderate Rankin traffic, heading for the local aircar field.

  "Any problem with Corwin I should know about?" he asked Chrys.

  She shook her head. "Tym and Sue said they can keep him overnight if we don't make it back by then. How about you? Any problems because of the other ship out there?"

  He glanced at her. "You never cease to amaze me, Hon-I just heard about that a few minutes ago myself."

  She smiled. "That is all I know, though-the bare fact of a second incoming ship was coming through on Theron's net as I got to the office. Is it bad news?"

  "Not as far as I know. There's a member of the Central Committee aboard who I gather wants to tour the Dominion's colonies out here. I've included myself out of any ceremonies for this next week."

  "I wonder if the Dominion's planning to cut our supply shipments," Chrys mused.

  "Or whether the Trofts are making trouble."

  "If there's anything I need to know, Theron can find me," Jonny shrugged. "Until then, let's assume the visit is just political and act accordingly."

  They reached the airfield a few minutes later, and a few minutes after that they were heading for Capitalia at a shade under Mach Two. There had been times-a lot of them, in fact-when Jonny had regretted accepting the position of syndic, of having exchanged the day-to-day problems of a single village for the executive headaches of an entire district. But having an aircar on permanent call was one of the spangles of the job that occasionally made it worthwhile.

  Not having to risk his life fighting spine leopards and falx, of course, was another big plus.

  The last of the star ship's passengers had been down for some time when Jonny and Chrys arrived at the starfield, but with processing and all the first of them were only then beginning to emerge from the entrypoint building. Taking up a position off to the side, they waited.

  But not for long. Suddenly, Gwen Moreau was there... and Jonny, a corner of his mind still expecting the ten-year-old girl he'd left back on Horizon, nearly tripped over his tongue calling to her. "Gwen! Over here!"

  "Jonny!" she smiled, bounding over with an echo of the high spirits he'd always associated with her. For an instant he was tempted to respond by tossing her into the air, as he'd always done back home. Fortunately, probably, he resisted the urge.

  The introductions and greetings were a flurry of smiles, hugs, and general giddiness. Chrys and Gwen had known each other well enough through tapes back and forth that the awkwardness Jonny had half feared never materialized. Gwen asked about her nephew, was assured he was like any other two-year-old-except smarter, of course-and Jonny was just turning to lead the way out when she stopped him with a hand on his arm and a mischievous grin. "Before we go, Jonny,

  I've got a little surprise for you," she said. "Someone I met on the ship who's going to be working in the same town I am." Her eyes flicked over his shoulder.

  A ship-met fianc‚? Jonny thought. He turned, expecting a stranger... and felt his mouth drop open. "Cally!"

  Cally Halloran's grin was a thing of truly massive proportions. "Hi, Jonny.

  Damn, but it's good to see you."

  "Same to you with spangles," Jonny grinned. "Chrys, this is Cally Halloran, one of my teammates in the Adirondack war. I thought you and Imel were planning to stay in the Army for the rest of your natural lives."

  "Imel's still there," Halloran nodded, "but you clowns out here gave the brass too many ideas of what Cobras could be used for. I finally had one Iberiand forest-patrol mission too many and put in for a transfer here."

  "If you're expecting palace guard duty work in Dawa District, you can forget it," Jonny warned. "Chances are you'll be doing jungle duty and heavy manual labor besides."

  "Yeah, but here I'll at least be working more on my own, without some middle-level Army officer looking over my shoulder." He waved a hand skyward.

  "Or maybe even get to help open up a new world like you did."

  "Palatine and Caelian?" Jonny shook his head in mild disgust. "You want Army thinking, there it is in spades. We've barely got a third of Aventine even surveyed, let alone settled, and they open up beachheads on two other worlds.

  Talk about straining resources and manpower-especially Cobra manpower-"

  "Jonny," Chrys interrupted smoothly, "you promised you wouldn't plunge us into

  Aventine's politics for at least the first hour. Remember?"

  They all laughed. Jonny had not, in fact, made any such promise, but the hint was well taken. "Chrys is right-I do tend to go overboard sometimes," he admitted, pointing them all toward the door. "If you're all adequately tired of standing around here, let's go get some dinner. Chrys and I don't get to

  Capitalia too often, but we know where the best restaurant is."

  The meal was a resounding success, the food and atmosphere of the restaurant as good as Jonny had remembered. They spent some time catching up on Halloran's and the Moreau family's recent histories, the conversation then shifting to Aventine in general and Dawa District in particular. Jonny knew relatively little about the latter, Dawa being one of the most recently incorporated parts of the planet, and he was rather surprised to find that he and Chrys still knew far more than the supposedly up-to-date information the colonists had been given.

  They were working on dessert and the Aventine version of cahve when Chrys casually mentioned the mysterious Dominion craft coming in fast on the colony ship's wake. "No mystery there," Halloran shook his head. "I heard about it back on Asgard; I assumed you'd been told, too. That's Committ‚ Vanis D'arl and some sort of special Cobra project that the Army and Central Committee have cooked up."

  "D'arl?" Gwen's eyes were wide. "Jonny-that's the Committ‚ Jame's working for."

  "You're right." The name hadn't immediately registered, but now he remembered.

  Jame had been with D'arl's staff for, what, twelve years now? "Any idea who

  D'arl brought with him, Cally?"

  "Boy, you Moreaus really get around," Halloran said, shaking his head in amazement. "No, I don't know who else is aboard-I only know it involves Cobras because Mendro and Bai had Freyr Complex tied up in knots for a month while

  Committee people crawled all over the place."

  "Doing what?"

  "All I heard were rumors. But they had a lot of trucks moving in and out... and parking by the surgery wing."

  "Sounds like they're updating the Cobra equipment," Jonny frowned. "Have the

  Trofts and Minthisti been behaving themselves?"

  "Far as I know. Maybe the Dominion's thinking about really pushing the colonization effort out here and wants to have more Cobras available."

  "With D'arl coming here for a final assessment?" Jonny suggested. "Could be."

  "Ah-ah," Gwen put in warningly. "That's politics, you guys. Technical foul;

  Chrys gets a free change of topic."

  They all smiled, and the conversation shifted to the sorts of geological and tectonic utilization work Gwen hoped to be doing on her new world. But for

  Jonny, the relaxed mood of a few minutes earlier proved impossible to totally recapture. Tors Challinor's attempted rebellion seven years ago hadn't been repeated, but Jonny had lived those ye
ars waiting for that other shoe to drop, knowing that if Aventine could survive another few decades, the Cobras would all be dead and the society could at last get back to normal. But if the Dominion was planning to send them a new batch...

  But the evening, if no longer scintillating, nevertheless remained pleasant as

  Jonny and Chrys gave the others a brief tour of Capitalia's night life. It was odd, though perhaps inevitable, that Jonny found himself mentally comparing everything to their hazily remembered counterparts on Asgard and Horizon; but if

  Gwen and Halloran found it all quaint and primitive, they were far too polite to say so.

  It was after midnight when they finally called it quits, and as there was no point in returning to Rankin at such an hour, they checked into one of

  Capitalia's small selection of hotels. Gwen and Halloran had disappeared to their rooms, and Jonny was just starting to undress when he noticed the red

  "message waiting" light on his phone was glowing. "Uh-oh," he muttered.

  Chrys followed his gaze. "Ignore it," she advised. "At least until morning.

  Theron would've risked waking you up if it was urgent."

  "Ye-e-e-s," Jonny agreed, almost unwillingly picking up the instrument. "But he wouldn't have bothered us at all if it wasn't at least important. Might as well get it over with."

  The message, as he'd expected, was simply to phone his assistant whenever convenient. Jonny looked at his watch, shrugged, and made the call.

  Yutu answered promptly, without any of the grogginess that would have indicated a sound sleep. "Sorry to bother you, Syndic," he apologized, "but something came in on the net a half hour ago that I thought you should know about. Late this afternoon a dead spine leopard was found in the plains a couple of kilometers west of Paleen in Dawa District. It had been mauled pretty badly... and apparently not by scavengers."

  Jonny looked up to see Chrys's suddenly tense eyes, felt his own jaw tighten.

  The elusive predator that even spine leopards needed defenses against had finally made its long-overdue appearance. So to speak.... "Any sign of what had killed it?" he asked Yutu.

  "There's nothing more yet than what I've told you, sir. The carcass has been taken to Niparin, where I gather they're going to bring some experts in to study it. I just thought you might want to issue some orders immediately."

  "Yeah." Caravel District was getting more built up every day, but there were still vast tracts of forest area surrounding the towns... and if the new predator migrated like the spine leopards did, the region could have unwelcome company at any time. "Put all the Cobras on alert, and have them keep an eye out for any unusual tracks or signs if business takes them into the forest," he instructed Yutu. "Everyone else is to stay out of the forest, period, and farmers working near the edges are to keep their cabs sealed."

  "Yes, sir; I'll have these on the public net in half an hour.

  Uh-Governor-General Zhu also called this evening. He wants all the syndics at a special meeting at the Dominion Building tomorrow morning at eleven."

  Jonny snorted. "A ceremonial brunch for the visiting Committ‚, no doubt."

  "I don't think so, actually," Yutu said. "Committ‚ D'arl will be there, but it sounded a lot more important than that. The governor-general seemed preoccupied, for one thing. Anyway, I told him I'd try to get in touch with you, but I didn't promise anything."

  "Thanks." Jonny glanced at Chrys, mindful of his promise of a vacation. But her eyes were worried, and she nodded fractionally. "All right, I'll try to show up.

  Start collecting everything that comes through on that dead spine leopard for me-we're going to want to ID its killer as fast as possible."

  "Understood, sir."

  "Thanks for calling. Good-night." Jonny broke the connection and again shut off the phone. Looking up at Chrys, he opened his mouth to apologize... but she got in the first word.

  "Gwen and Cally are both going to Paleen," she said quietly. "If something that dangerous is in the vicinity..." She shuddered. "Should I go ahead and take them back to Rankin in the morning?"

  Jonny sighed. "Yeah, probably. No telling how long that meeting will take.

  Though on second thought... if I was running Dawa District, I'd probably cancel

  Cally's orientation week and hustle him right down to Paleen for guard duty.

  Maybe you'd better just take Gwen and leave Cally here. If he gets his orders, I can run him down there and get a firsthand look at the spine leopard while I'm at it."

  "And maybe join in the hunt?" She held up a hand against his protests. "No, I understand. I don't have to like your risking your life to know that you have to do it. Even middle-aged Cobras are safer out there than younger men."

  "Thanks a raft," he snorted. "Thirty-nine is hardly middle-aged."

  She smiled. "Why don't you quit protesting, then, and come to bed... and show me just how young you are."

  Afterward, they lay side by side in the dark, and Jonny's thoughts drifted back to Adirondack. There, the people he cared for had always drawn back when they feared they might never see him again. Chrys's response to the same situation was far more pleasant... though the underlying reality wasn't any easier to face. Still, he'd faced danger a thousand times before. Even Chrys should know by now that he was too lucky to get himself killed.

  But his dreams that night were frightening things, centering around a giant creature that walked in haze, killing spine leopards and Cobras and disappearing without a trace.

  Seated beside Governor-General Zhu at the conference room table, Committ‚ Vanis

  D'arl could at first glance have passed for any other Aventine citizen.

  Middle-aged and reasonably fit, his dark hair cut in a conservative pattern, he gave no immediate sense of his awesome power. But his name labeled his home planet as Asgard, and to Jonny's eyes there were disturbing similarities between him and the failed rebel Cobra Simmon L'est. There was a quiet hardness about his face, the feeling that he would stop at nothing to get his own way. And underlying it all was an odd sense of urgency.

  Zhu's introduction was a subtle underscoring to the latter, lasting only a fraction of the time the occasion should have dictated. "Thank you,

  Governor-General Zhu," D'arl said, rising to his feet as Zhu reseated himself.

  His voice was heavy with the subtle accents of Asgard. "I would first of all like to congratulate you on behalf of the Central Committee on your truly outstanding accomplishment in the development of this new Dominion world. In barely fifteen years, you've achieved a solid foothold on Aventine and are even looking ahead to the future colonization of Caelian and Palatine. The natural resources for these endeavors are, of course, readily available, and it is obvious as well that you are not lacking in spirit. As the Committee has studied your progress, in fact, it has become apparent that the limiting factor in your expansion has been-and continues to be-the lack of Cobras to spearhead your efforts."

  Jonny felt his breath catch. D'arl's eyes, sweeping the table, shifted to him, and for an instant the two men locked gazes. "Your reports," D'arl continued coolly, "have from almost the beginning contained requests for more Cobras, and the Committee has done its best to accommodate you. We've encouraged Cobra transfers to this colony, to the point where the Army has barely two companies left for general Dominion defense. Obviously, this drain cannot continue indefinitely; and the Committee has therefore come up with the following solution."

  Here it comes, Jonny thought, his stomach tensing. A steady stream of Cobras through the Corridor, maybe forever.

  But even he was unprepared for D'arl's next words. "Since it seems inefficient for the Dominion to equip and train Cobras only to send them here, we've decided to shift the entire operation to Aventine instead."

  Jonny's jaw dropped. No! he shouted... though the word never made it past his frozen tongue. But D'arl nevertheless noticed, and his eyes were steady on

  Jonny's face as he continued. "Aboard my ship is all the
necessary surgical and implant equipment, as well as specialists trained in its use. The procedure takes from two to six weeks, depending on how much discomfort you deem acceptable, and training by your own Cobras will probably take no more than four weeks more. This is far better than the seven to nine month response time for getting new Cobras from Asgard, and will in addition put the operation entirely under your control. I could continue... but I sense there is a comment waiting impatiently to be made, so I'd like to pause now for at least a brief discussion."

  Jonny was on his feet almost before the last word was out of D'arl's mouth.