"Sounds good. You take the rear, I'll take just back of the head. On three; one, two, three."
And Jin pushed off from the tree, arcing into the air as high as she dared.
Sun's leap paralleled hers... and as they passed the top of their arcs and started down-
"No!" Layn bellowed; but it was far too late. Jin hit the spine leopard full in the back, keeping her knees stiff until the last second in order to transfer as much impact to the spine leopard's body as she could. Sun hit a fraction of a second behind her, and she both heard and felt the twin cracks-
"No, damn it, no!" Layn yelled again, leaping belatedly forward to kneel down at the limp spine leopard's side... but this time Jin could hear a strange note of resignation in his voice. "Damn it all-"
The look on his face when he got to his feet effectively silenced any comments
Jin might have had. But Sun wasn't so reticent. "Is there a problem, sir?" he asked blandly. "You did want us to kill it, didn't you?"
Layn impaled him with a laser-strength glare. "You were merely supposed to get me clear of it," he bit out. "Not-" He took a deep breath. "For your information, trainee, you two idiots have just broken the central mobility transmain of an extremely expensive robot. I trust you're satisfied."
Sun's jaw fell, and Jin felt her eyes go wide as she looked down at the spine leopard. "I suppose that explains," she heard herself say, "why you didn't laser it."
Layn looked like he was ready to chew rocks. "Return to your quarters, all of you," he snarled. "Evening classes are as usual; you're free until then. Get out of my sight."
The tap on her door was gentle, almost diffident. "Yes?" Jin called, looking up from her reader.
"It's me, Mander Sun," a familiar voice answered. "Can I come in?"
"Sure," Jin called back, frowning as she keyed the door open.
He looked almost shy as he stepped hesitantly a couple of paces into the room.
"It occurred to me that someone ought to check up on that cut you got out there this afternoon," he said.
She looked down with a little surprise at the heal-quick bandage on her left hand. "Oh, no problem. The cut wasn't deep, just a little messy."
"Ah," he nodded. "Well, then... sorry to have bothered you..." He hesitated, looking a little lost.
Jin licked her lips. Say something! she told herself as her mind went perversely blank. "Uh-by the way," she managed as he started to turn back toward the door,
"do you think Layn's going to make trouble for us because of what we did to that robot?"
"He'd better not try," Sun said, turning back again. "If they're going to drop pop tests like that on us, they'd better not complain when we don't do what they expect." He hesitated just a fraction. "That was, uh... a pretty good trick you came up with out there, incidentally. The thing with the gluevine."
She shrugged. "Wasn't all that original, really," she admitted. "My grandfather did something similar once against a berserk gantua. And as long as we're handing out compliments, you were pretty fast on the uptake yourself."
"I didn't have much choice," he said wryly. "It didn't look at the time like you were going to have a chance to explain it to anyone."
"Stupid robot," she muttered, shaking her head. "Almost a shame we didn't figure that part out. Layn would probably have had a stroke if one of us had gone up and petted the thing."
Sun grinned. "I think he came close enough to a stroke as it was." His grin changed into a tight, almost embarrassed smile. "You know, Moreau-Jin... I have to admit that I didn't think much at the beginning of having you in the squad.
Not for the tradition reasons Layn trotted out, but because none of the women
I've ever known has had the kind of-oh, I don't know; the killer instinct, I guess, that a warrior has to have."
Jin shrugged, forcing herself to meet his gaze. "You might be surprised," she said. "Besides, a lot of what Cobras do these days is more like patrol officer work than full-fledged war, certainly in the more settled areas of the Worlds."
"Hold it right there," Sun growled in mock annoyance, holding his hands up palm-outward. "I don't mind having you here, but I'm not getting drawn into any theoretical discussions on the merits of women in the Cobras, thank you. Not with a test on surveillance techniques breathing down our necks." He glanced at his watch. "Like in half an hour. Phrij-and I still need to study for it some more."
"Me, too," Jin licked her lips. "Thanks for coming by, Mander. I-uh-"
"Mandy," he said, pulling open the door. "That's what everyone else calls me.
See you in class."
"Right. Bye."
For a long minute after he was gone she stared at the closed door, not entirely sure whether or not to trust the warm glow beginning to form deep within her.
Could her long isolation from the group really be ending? As quickly and easily as that? Just because she'd unwittingly helped give their rough and demanding instructor something of a black eye?
Abruptly, she smiled. Of course it could. If there was one military tradition that superseded every other, it was the "us versus them" feeling of trainees toward everyone else... and especially toward instructors. In helping Sun ruin
Layn's robot spine leopard, she'd suddenly become one of the "us."
Or at least, she warned herself, I've got my foot in the door. But for now, at least, that was enough. The first barrier, her father had often reminded her, was always the hardest to break.
For just a moment she frowned as an odd thought flickered across her mind.
Surely Layn hadn't deliberately let her destroy that robot... had he? No-of course not. The very idea was absurd. He'd already said he didn't want her to succeed.
And speaking of succeeding... Turning back to her reader, she keyed for a fast scan of the lessons on surveillance methods. As Sun had pointed out, there was a test breathing down their necks.
Chapter 8
The reminder clock on his desk pinged, and Corwin looked up at it with mild surprise. Somehow, while he hadn't been looking, the afternoon had disappeared.
It was four fifty, and in just forty minutes the celebration was scheduled to start over at Justin's house. The celebration for his daughter's graduation from the Cobra Academy.
For a moment Corwin gazed unseeingly at the clock, his mind jumping back almost thirty years to the similar celebration his parents had thrown for Justin himself. It had been a strained evening, with everyone trying to ignore the fact that the new Cobra and his twin brother would he heading off in a few days to the mysterious world of Qasama, possibly never to return.
And now it would be Jin who'd be going off in a week. To the same world. Under almost identical circumstances.
To try and fix the same problem.
Corwin could remember a time, far back in the dim haze of his youth, when it had seemed to him that if you fixed a problem right the first time it would stay fixed. When he believed there were problems that could be permanently fixed.
The memories made him feel very old.
"Corwin?"
With a jolt, he brought himself back to the real world. "Yes, Thena, what is it?"
"The governor-general's on the line. Says it's important."
Corwin flicked another glance at his clock. "He always does," he growled. "Oh, all right." He stabbed at the proper button, and Thena's image was replaced by
Chandler's. "Yes?"
Chandler's face looked like he'd been chewing on something not quite ripe. "I've got some bad news for you, Moreau," he said without preamble. "I have here on my desk a petition calling for your brother Justin to be confined until the matter of the Monse shooting can be definitively cleared up. It's been endorsed by seventy-one members of the Cobra Worlds Council."
Corwin felt his face go rigid. Seventy-one members was something like sixty percent-an utterly incredible number. "That's ridiculous," he said. "The whole thing-"
"The whole thing," Chandler cut him off grimly, "has been pulling fo
r more net space than any seven-week-old issue has any right to be getting. In case you haven't noticed, the public rumblings over the whole mess never completely vanished; and in the past week or so they've started getting louder again."
Corwin gritted his teeth hard enough to hurt. Preoccupied with arrangements and details for the Qasama mission, he hadn't had time to keep up with the ebb and flow of Aventinian public opinion. But then why hadn't Justin or Joshua or someone else pointed it out to him-?
Because they hadn't wanted him to worry, of course. And so, while he'd been busy looking the other way, Priesly's gang had been busy weaving an encirclement.
But maybe it still wasn't too late to fight back. A petition, even one from the
Cobra Worlds Council, wasn't legally binding on the governor-general's actions.
If he could get Chandler on his side... or at least onto neutral... "Since you're calling me about it," he said carefully, "do I presume you intend to comply with their demand?"
Chandler's eyes flashed. "It's hardly a demand, Moreau-I can ignore the thing entirely if I choose to do so. The question really boils down to whether or not you're worth bucking this kind of public opinion for."
"Or in other words, why risk political fallout over a governor who's on his way out anyway?" Corwin asked softly.
Chandler at least had the grace to look uncomfortable. "It's not like that," he muttered. "Whatever happens with your niece on Qasama doesn't change the fact that you are at present a full Aventinian governor."
"True," Corwin nodded. "Not to mention the possibility that Jin may actually do so well out there that I won't have to resign in the first place."
"I suppose that's possible," Chandler conceded. "Hardly likely, though."
Corwin shrugged. Despite his words, it was clear from Chandler's manner that he felt awkward about writing Corwin off without cause. It gave Corwin a psychological lever-a weak one, but the best he was likely to get. "I presume you'll be ordering Justin into house arrest, then?" he asked. "Surely there's no need to put him in an actual prison."
Chandler's eyes bored into his. "It might be enough to satisfy them," he said evenly. "Suppose someone suggests that he's potentially a threat to the community and ought to be somewhere more secure?"
"You could counter by asking this person where the hell he thinks would be a safe place to incarcerate a Cobra who doesn't want to stay put," Corwin told him. "Or point out the obvious fact that Justin's not a danger to anyone who isn't threatening him. Alternatively, if this person's on the Directorate and privy to such information, you could just point out that the use of that Troft shuttle for the Qasaman mission might be in jeopardy if Speaker One finds out you've locked up a Moreau."
Chandler's eyebrows lifted a fraction. "I find it hard to believe you and the
Tlossies are that friendly."
"Of course we aren't," Corwin shook his head. "But you'll recall this unnamed someone of yours was on the aircar when Speaker One asked that a Moreau help plan the Qasama mission. Reminding him of that ought to make him a little cautious about pushing too hard for public incarceration."
Chandler snorted, gently. "Perhaps. Perhaps." He took a deep breath. "All right.
House arrest it is, with as little publicity as we can get away with."
"Thank you, sir." Corwin hesitated. "If I could ask one more favor, though... we're having the graduation party for Jin this evening. Could you postpone the order until tomorrow morning? It would make things a lot easier on all of us."
"I hardly think Justin's going to sneak off and leave the planet," Chandler said, almost offhandedly. Having already made up his mind to buck Priesly on one point, bucking him on another one as well apparently didn't cost any extra effort. "The house arrest will officially begin tomorrow morning at eight, then.
You realize, of course, that Priesly is likely to consider this a favor you owe him. Whether you look at it that way or not."
"I've already put my career on his block over Jin's Cobra appointment," Corwin said coldly. "If Priesly thinks he can squeeze blood out of me beyond that, he's going to be sorely disappointed."
"I suppose." Chandler sighed. "Though I wouldn't underestimate his skills at manipulating the nets if I were you. Resigning quietly from a governorship and resigning in public disgrace are two very different ends. I think he'd take a great deal of pleasure in the chance to drag the Moreau name out for the gantuas to walk on."
Corwin felt his stomach tighten. The Moreau name. It was a noble part of the
Cobra Worlds' young history, one of the few names virtually everyone on Aventine had grown up knowing. Protecting it had been a deciding factor in his father's fight against the Challinor rebellion so many years ago, and his subsequent work in reshaping Aventinian politics; and it was one of the few gifts of real value
Corwin himself had to give to his nieces and-if he ever had any-to his own children. The thought of Priesly with his grubby hands on it... "If he tries it, he'll be sorry," he told Chandler softly. "Call it a threat, or call it a statement of fact; but make sure he understands."
Chandler nodded. "I'll try. I just wanted you to understand what we were dealing with here. Anyway... I expect I ought to let you go. You'll of course want to tell your brother about this tonight."
"I will," Corwin sighed. "Goodnight, sir... and thank you."
The governor-general threw him a grim smile and vanished from the screen.
For a long moment Corwin just sat there, staring blankly at the empty screen. So
Priesly hadn't been content with merely embarrassing Corwin's family, instead, he was out for real blood. Well, if it's a fight he wants, he thought bitterly, it's a fight he's going to get. And Corwin had been in politics considerably longer than Priesly had. Somehow, he'd find a way to turn all this back on the
Ject. Somehow.
Taking a deep breath, he pushed the thought back as far as he could and got to his feet. He was going to a party, after all, and ought to at least try to project an image of happiness. Whether he felt that way or not.
The red streaks of sunset were fading into the early-evening darkness of the springtime Capitalia sky as Jin drove up to the curb and stepped out onto the walk. For a moment she just stood there in the dusk, gazing at the house and wondering why the home of her childhood should look so different to her now.
Surely it wasn't just that she'd been away for four weeks-she'd been away that long many times before. No, the house hadn't changed; it was she who was different. The home of her childhood... but she was no longer a child. She was an adult.
An adult; and a Cobra.
Almost automatically, she keyed through a series of settings on her optical enhancers as she walked up toward the house, spotting things about the building and grounds that she'd never known before. The infrared setting showed what seemed to be a minor heat leak in the corner by her bedroom-no wonder that room had always felt colder than the rest of the house in the winter. Telescopic enhancement showed that the allegedly permanent siding was beginning to crack near the guttering; and a telescopic/light-amplified study of a hole in the tall sideyard borlash tree won her a glimpse of bright animal eyes hiding there.
Memories of the past, thoughts of the future-all of it mingled together with the reality of the present. The reality that, against all odds, she'd achieved her life's ambition.
She was a Cobra.
The sound of a decelerating car behind her registered on her consciousness and she turned, expecting to see one of her uncles driving up.
It was Mander Sun.
"Hey! Jin!" he called, leaning his head out the window. "Hold up a minute."
She retraced her steps and crossed the street as he pulled to a halt against the opposite curb. "What is it?" she asked, belatedly noticing the hard set of his mouth. "Is anything wrong?"
"I don't know." His eyes probed her face. "Maybe it's just rumors... look, I heard something this afternoon from a friend of my dad's who does datawork for the Direc
torate. Do you know why you were approved for the Academy?"
The obvious reasons-the official reasons-came to Jin's mind, faded unsaid. "I know what I was told. What did you hear?"
"That it was a quiet deal," he growled. "That your uncle-the governor-put himself on the line for you. If this mission succeeds he gets to keep his position. Otherwise... he has to resign."
Jin felt her mouth go dry. The memory of that horrible night so many weeks ago flashed back to mind: the night her father had shot Monse... the night she'd gone and pleaded with Uncle Corwin to get her-somehow-into the Cobras. "No," she whispered. "No. He wouldn't do that. Politics is his life."
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