tz.cobra strike-第11节
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Corwin's jaw was clenched hard enough to hurt； but the figures on the monitor wasted no time in recriminations。 Pyre sent Justin a half dozen quick hand signals； got an acknowledging nod； and seemed to brace himself。 Both men took a second to fire apparently random fingertip laser shots through the doorway 。。。 and then； gripping the jamb for leverage； Pyre hurled himself into the room。
Into and up。 The tracking room monitors caught a perfect view of him arcing spinning into the air like an oddly shaped gyroscope ing off a jump board； the antiarmor laser in his left leg carving out a traveling cone of destruction。 He'd just reached the peak of his jump when Justin came in behind him； the younger Cobra's flat dive and somersault landing him on his back in a sort of spinning fetal position 。 。。 and his antiarmor laser； too； began its deadly sweep。
It was a classic high…low maneuver Corwin recognized from his father's stories of the war。 Between Pyre's sensor…guided air attack and Justin's lower horizontal spray； effective cover simply ceased to exist； and in the space of maybe a second and a half all eight of the remotes〃 displays went dark。
Corwin suddenly realized he was holding his breath and risked a quick look to see what Winward and Link were up to。 They'd split up since he'd last seen them； with Link at what was obviously an open outside door and Winward standing guard with fingertip lasers ready at the intersection of two hallways。 Between them； the overhead schematic showed an impressive number of disabled remotes。
A flash and thunderclap jerked Corwin's attention back to the other displays； and he was just in time to
watch as Justin aimed his right fingertip laser at one of the control panels in the tracking room and triggered his arcthrower。 Corwin's hands curled into tight fists as the second flash and crash came； he had been burned once by a faulty electrical outlet as a child； and the arcthrower with its high…amperage current flowing along an ionized laser path made his skin crawl in a way the far more powerful antiarmor laser never did。 But he forced himself to watch as Pyre and Justin worked methodically around the room； destroying every scrap of electronic equipment in sight。 Pyre paused once before a large shielded display； and a low hum abruptly filled the room。 〃Sonic disruptor；〃 Sun murmured； presumably for the Troft's benefit。 A few seconds later Corwin thought he detected a muffled crack； and the hum disappeared as Pyre moved on。
Their escape from the room； two arcthrower blasts later； was so straightforward as to be anticlimactic。 Link and Win ward； it now became clear； had spent most of their time clearing the exit route； and Pyre had to take out only two more remotes。 Winward joined them as they passed his crossroads guard post； and by the time all four headed into the woods through Link's door Corwin's heartbeat was almost back to normal。
〃And that；〃 Sun said； 〃is that。 All remotes； shut down； signal the team to return。〃
Corwin glanced beyond the central console as； in the darkened areas around the room； displays went uniformly black and the remote operators began to stretch and stand up。 Beside him； Corwin felt his father's hand grip his shoulder。 〃I'd forgotten what it was like to see Cobras in genuine bat situations；〃 Jonny said； his voice showing lingering traces of his tension。
〃Amazing how much adrenaline the human body can put out；〃 another familiar voice said。 Corwin looked past his father in surprise。 So engrossed had he been in the displays that he'd never even noticed Jonny's old teammate Cally Halloran was among the group Sun had assembled。 Halloran nodded a greeting in Corwin's direction and then shifted his attention to the Troft standing silently beside him。 〃I understand the Baliu'ckha'spmi demesne feels the cost of this initial expedition is too high； Speaker One；〃 he said。 〃Having now seen Cobras in action； do you agree？〃
Speaker One stirred； its arm membranes stretching out like bat wings for a moment before resettling against its upper arms。 〃The Tlos'khin'fahi demesne has always been aware of koubrah…warrior fighting skill；〃 it said。
Which wasn't exactly an answer； Corwin realized。 His father wasn't fooled by the evasion； either。 〃But not sufficiently impressed； I gather； to absorb the extra costs the Baliu demesne isn't willing to pay？〃 the elder Moreau suggested。 〃Perhaps your demesne…lord would like to see a tape of this exercise。〃
〃It would be likely to interest him；〃 the Troft agreed。 〃Presuming the price is reasonable。〃
〃Quite reasonable；〃 Jonny nodded。 〃Especially as you'll be able to recover some of the cost by selling a copy to the Baliu'ckha'spmi demesne。 I think perhaps your two demesne…lords will be able to e to a new agreement afterwards on how much each is willing to spend to have our services。〃
〃Yes；〃 Speaker One said； and Corwin imagined he could hear a note of thoughtfulness in the flat translator voice。 〃Yes； I think that likely。〃
The prediction proved correct； and within two weeks the financial quibbles from the Troft side of the negotiation table suddenly ceased。 It made little difference to the actual planning groups； which had already mitted themselves to the twin goals of not scrimping on vital equipment while simultaneously keeping costs to a bare minimum。 But emotionally； the tacit
cane blanche was a big boost to all concerned； and politically Corwin found in the action a not…so…subtle enhancement of the Cobra Worlds〃 general reputation。 A good thing； to a point 。。。 but he still had vivid memories of the days when the Trofts considered the Worlds a threat。 The closing of their connection with the Dominion of Man had ended the Troft's fears in that direction； but it was easy to see how a rumor of power could wind up being as disquieting to the aliens as the real thing。 For the first time he began to understand that part of his father's twin…edged reluctance to demonstrate the Cobras〃 true war…making capabilities。 But it was far too late to back out now。
Three weeks later…barely eleven since the Council's approval of the project…the Cobra Worlds〃 two long…range spacecraft headed out from Aventine。 On the Dewdrop； bound for Qasama； were Justin and Joshua Moreau； aboard the Menssana； destinations as yet not officially named； rode Jonny and Chrys Moreau。
Corwin watched the ships leave； and was left to wonder how a planet with nearly four hundred thousand people could suddenly feel so lonely。
Chapter 7
The Dewdrop had been Aventine's only interstellar craft in the days when the planet was first colonized； and since its sole purpose then had been to reconnoi…ter nearby systems for possible future habitation it made little sense to the Dominion planners to tie up anything larger than a long…range scout ship。 With the normal plement of five crewers and four observers the Dewdrop had probably seemed adequately roomy； with a current load exactly twice that； it was pretty damned crowded。
Pyre didn't find it excruciatingly unfortable； but then； he'd grown up under conditions that were in their own way equally claustrophobic。 The small village of Thanksgiving； ringed by spine leopard…infested forests； had by reasons of physical space been a very cozy place； and though Pyre had experienced both the greater anonymity of larger cities and the wide…open spaces of Aventine's frontier regions since then； he'd never lost his ability to create mental privacy where physical privacy didn't exist。
To varying degrees； most of the other ten passengers also seemed to adapt reasonably well。 Justin and Joshua； of course； had shared a room for most of their lives； and even in a cramped stateroom got along together better than most other sets of brothers Pyre had known。 The other two Cobras； Link and Winward； had survived both the academy's barracks arrangement and the intense training of the past few weeks； and Winward mented at least once that shipboard life was almost a vacation by parison。 The contact team members…who； besides Joshua； consisted of Yuri Cerenkov； Marck Rynstadt； and former Dominion Marine Decker York…had been screened for anything vaguely resembling a neurosis； and Pyre doubted much of anything would bother them； at least noticeably。 And the two chief scientists； Drs。 Bilman Christopher and Hersh Nnamdi； were so busy testing equipment； programs； and contingency branch schemes that it was unlikely they even noticed the lack of breathing space。
Which left Governor Telek。
To Pyre it was still a mystery why she was aboard this mission。 Arguments about high Council representation notwithstanding； it seemed to him incredible that Governor…General Stiggur should allow a woman on what was looking more and more like a military mission。 Pyre's attitudes were as healthy as anyone else's； and he had no qualms whatsoever about female doctors or engineers； but warfare was different； and Stigger with his roots back in the Dominion should feel that even more strongly than Pyre did。 Which led immediately to the conclusion that the decision had been purely political 。 。 。 which led even faster to the question of why he； Pyre； was aboard。
And that was the really troublesome one。 Pyre hadn't had as much access to
