tz.cobra strike-第62节
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Vartanson looked around the table； pressed his lips； and nodded heavily。 〃I do； Brom。〃 He took a deep breath。 〃I remend we accept the Baliu demesne's offer of five new worlds in exchange for eliminating the Qasaman threat。〃
Stiggur nodded。 〃Anyone else？〃
Jonny licked his lips 。。。 but in his mind's eye he saw the Qasamans and their mojos moving on Chata； Kubha； and Tacta 。。。 and from there to the Cobra Worlds themselves。 We will e and find you； Moff had said； and Jonny knew he'd meant it 。。。 and the objection he'd been about to raise died in his throat。
The others may have seen similar visions。 Certainly； none of them spoke。
Three minutes later； Vartanson's remendation became official。
It had been a long time since Justin had been in his Capitalia apartment。 Standing at the living room window； gazing out at the city lights； he tried to count how many times he'd been back here since beginning his Cobra training 。。。 four months ago？ Five？
The train of thought petered out from lack of interest。 Sighing； he stepped back to his desk and sat down。 The clean paper and magdisks he'd put there an hour ago were still untouched； and down deep he knew they were going to remain that way for a while longer。 Tonight he could see nothing but the faces of the three men who'd been buried this morning； the Cobras who'd died getting the Dewdrop off Qasama。 He hadn't even known there'd been casualties in the confusion of that time； hadn't known until they all arrived at the Menssana and he saw the bodies being carried by their friends。
Tonight was not the night to begin preparations for war。
The doorbell twittered。 Governor Telek； most likely； e to check on his progress。 〃e in；〃 he called。
The door unlocked and opened。 〃Hello； Justin；〃 Jonny said。
Justin felt his stomach tighten。 〃Hi； Dad。 What're you doing out this late？〃
〃In the cold rain？〃 Jonny added with a half smile； shaking the last few drops off his coat before stepping into the apartment and letting the door close behind him。 〃I wanted you to e by the house tonight and your phone was off。 This seemed the logical alternative。〃
Justin dropped his eyes to his desk。 〃I'm sorry； but I'm supposed to be working on 。。。 something。〃
〃A battle plan？〃 Jonny asked gently。
Justin grimaced。 〃Governor Telek told you？〃
〃Not in so many words； but it wasn't hard to figure out。 You've already shown yourself to have a surprisingly good tactical ability； and she was bound to want something to show the full Council tomorrow。〃
〃Tactical ability；〃 Justin said bitterly。 〃Oh； sure。 A great plan； wasn't it？…except for the minor fact that Decker and Michael had to improvise an ending just to get us out。 And even at that we lost three men。〃
Jonny was silent for a moment。 〃Most military plans wind up being changed somewhere along the line；〃 he said at last。 〃I wish I could offer some words of fort about the casualties； too； but only the inadequate line about them sacrificing themselves to save everyone else es to mind。 That one never satisfied me； either。〃
〃So they sacrifice themselves for the mission； and the next thousand sacrifice tfzemselves for the Worlds。 Is that how it goes？〃 Justin shook his head。 〃Where do you draw the line？〃
〃Anywhere you can/〃 Jonny said。 〃And the sooner the better。 Which is why I want you to e back to the house tonight。〃
〃A family round table？〃
〃You got it。 We have until the Council meeting to e up with an alternative to war。〃
〃Like a blockade or something？〃 Justin sighed。 〃It's no good； Dad…I've tried already to e up with a way to do that。 But a planet's just too big to surround。〃 He stared down at his hands。 His Cobra…strong； Cobra…deadly hands。 〃We just don't have any other choice。〃
〃We don't； huh？〃 Jonny said； and Justin looked up at the unexpected fire in his father's voice。 〃People have been saying that ever since the Trofts first suggested this mess。 As a matter of fact； people have been telling me that for most of my life。〃
Carefully； Jonny got to his feet and walked to the window。 〃They told me the Trofts had to be thrown bodily off Adirondack and Silvern。 Maybe they were right that time； I don't know。 Then they said we Cobras had to stay in the Army because we wouldn't fit into Dominion society。 Instead； we came to Aventine and built a society that could live with us。 Then they said we had to fight the Trofts again or Aventine would be destroyed 。。。 and with a little work we proved them wrong that time； too。 Don't ever accept that something bad has to be done； Justin； not until you've explored all the possibilities yourself。〃 He coughed； twice； and seemed to slump as he turned back to face his son。 〃That's what I want you to help me do tonight。〃
Justin exhaled quietly。 〃What about Mom？〃
〃What about her？ She doesn't want war； either。〃
〃You know what I mean。〃 Justin tried to get the words out； but his tongue seemed unwilling to move 〃You mean volunteering for the second mission without consulting with the family？〃 Jonny walked back to his chair and sank into it。 〃She was hurt by that； yes。 We all were； though I think I understand why you did it。 But watching her children go their own way has been one of the silent aches of being a mother since the beginning of time。〃 He sighed。 〃If it helps any； I can tell you her fears and worries about you aren't entirely based on what you yourself have done。 She's been 。。。 well； haunted； I guess； by the memories and bitterness of the path / took after I'd done my service as a Cobra。〃
Justin frowned。 〃You mean politics？ I know Mom doesn't care that much for politics； but…〃
〃You understate the case badly。〃 Jonny shook his head。 〃She hates politics。 Hates the time it's taken from us these past couple of decades。 Hates what she sees as a wastefully high work…to…result ratio。〃
〃But you were needed。 She's told me herself you helped integrate the Cobras into the political system。〃
〃Maybe I was needed once； but not any more。 And with you seemingly determined sometimes to be a replay of me…well； it's brought things to a head。〃
〃Well； she doesn't have to worry about me in that area；〃 Justin said emphatically。 〃Corwin can have Aventinian politics； as far as I'm concerned。 I'd rather hunt spine leopards any day。〃
Jonny smiled slightly。 〃Good。 Why don't you e with me and tell her that yourself？〃
〃And while I'm there； e up with a way to stop a war？〃
〃As long as you're there anyway； why not？〃
Justin shook his head in mock exasperation and got to his feet。 〃Dad； you have definitely been in politics too long。〃
〃So I've been told。 Let's go； it's likely to be a long night。〃
The transfer module beeped its indication that the magdisk copying was plete。 Stifling a yawn； Telek turned back to the phone and Jonny's waiting image。 〃Okay； I've got it；〃 she told him。 〃Now you want to tell me why you had to wake me at…uh…〃
〃Four…forty；〃 Jonny supplied。
〃…at four…forty in the morning to receive a magdisk you could have sent to my office four hours from now？〃
〃Certainly。 I wanted you to have those four extra hours to see if we've e up with an alternative to war。〃
Telek's eyes focused hard on his。 〃You've got a viable counterproposal？〃
〃That's what you're going to tell me。 And the Council； if the answer is yes。〃
She licked her lips。 〃Jonny 。。。〃
〃If it works； we will get the new worlds；〃 he added quietly。 〃Corwin and I have already worked out how to sell the whole thing to the Baliu demesne as a reasonable fulfillment of their contract。〃
〃I see。 Thank you； Jonny。 I'll get on it right away。〃
The Moreau Proposal； as the plan came to be called； eventually was given an eighty percent chance of success by the experts who studied it。 Lower by several points than a properly managed war 。。。 but with vast savings in human and economic costs。 After two weeks of public and private debate； it was accepted。
And two months later； the Menssana and Dewdrop； acpanied by two Troft troop carriers； once again headed for Qasama。
Chapter 31
Night on Qasama。
Again they dropped down silently； with only gravity lifts visible； but this time there were three ships instead of just one。 The Troft transports set down in two widely separated wilderness areas along the inner curve of the Fertile Crescent； while the Menssana landed near the top of the Crescent's arc。 For York； aboard the latter ship； it was a significant location： barely ten kilometers from the road connecting Sollas and Huriseem。 A suitable place indeed for him to repay the Qasamans for his lost arm。
There was a crackle of split…frequency static from the bridge speaker。 〃Dewdrop to Menssana； hurry it up。 We've got some very nasty…looking supersonic aircraft ing your way。 ETA no more than fifteen minutes。〃
〃Acknowledged；〃 Captain Shepherd said calmly。 〃The Trofts drawing similar attention？〃
〃Not specifically； but we've got other aircraft scrambling in what looks like a search pattern toward their general location。 They've been alerted。〃
〃Better anti…radar equipment；〃 York grunted。
〃There they go；〃 someone said from the bridge's left viewport。
York stepped to his side。 The Menssana's outer floods had been dimmed to a soft glow； but there was enough light for him to see the sil
