On the morning of the day after, Stone, Plant and Bacon sat at a curved
table facing a viewscreen connected by direct phone-link to the
Kremlin. For their own part they sent a visual projection. After
exchanging terse formalities, Denisov did the same. His square face
with its black hair and thick eyebrows appeared, the dark clear eyes
beneath, scrutinizing each face carefully. On one side of him sat the
Chairman of the Presidium, on the other, the Minister of Defense.
Denisov did not wait to be asked.
"A pretty speech, to be sure, and an eloquent letter to our ambassador
in Washington. It is too bad that General Hayes will never hear of it.
He might have made an even prettier speech in return."
"And why shouldn't he hear of it?" asked Stone, unwisely. "The
broadcast and letter of dismissal have been relayed to him."
"Mr. President. You have your Star Gate, for now, but it seems that
your communications networks are grossly inferior to our own. Or
perhaps your intelligence services have wavered in their loyalties, and
are no longer reliable. The Third Fleet has not been at its last
stated position for days." At this Stone shot a quick glance at Plant,
who remained impassive. "Your bird has flown the cage. Can you
promise me it will not land again to our detriment?"
The President scowled and would have switched off the visual, but Plant
put a hand to his wrist. His manner was calm and unruffled.
"Premier Denisov. You are known as a man of many facets, and once
again you hide your true intentions. That Hayes has gone is neither
surprising, nor wholly unexpected. But you play a dangerous game when
you speak of military capabilities, and imagined weaknesses. I cannot
believe that you really want a full-scale confrontation. You know as
well as I do, such a war would be disastrous to us both."
Now it was Denisov who scowled, and began to speak roughly. But Plant
interrupted him firmly.
"Let's cut to the chase. You want to turn the current instability to
your own advantage. You want to seize new territories. But before you
do, I'd advise you to look at the larger picture. Hayes is out of
control, and until we stop him, millions of innocents are in peril.
You have your interests and we have ours; but I cannot believe so many
human lives do not concern you. I'm asking you to put aside our
differences, and help us make things right again. Help us bring Hayes
to justice, peacefully, and with a minimum of bloodshed."
"Help you?" scoffed Denisov. "Help YOU? We could have put an end to
this nonsense before it began! Or have you forgotten the Cantons, the
little play-toy Nazis who started it all? You made another pretty
speech then, about non-interference, and the self-determination of free
peoples. And yet again when the Belgians and Swiss openly declared
themselves. We could have crushed them like the pitiful insects they
are! But again you tied our hands. You may take little pleasure in
the fact, but whatever our dealings with you, one more attack from that
quarter and we will end their puny noise forever. Help YOU!"
Plant stuck to his guns, though with difficulty. How did one dispute
facts that were essentially correct, however twisted for personal gain?
"NONE of this, Premier Denisov, NONE of it, is relevant now. We have
admitted our mistakes, and extended to you the hand of reconciliation.
Do you take it? Make your purpose clear."
"Very well, Mr. VICE-president. I will tell you exactly where the
peoples of the Soviet Space Republics stand." He paused, as if calling
to mind a prepared speech.
"We are not yet at full-scale war with you. But we have no intention
of letting Hayes run loose, or of having our hands tied anywhere in the
galaxy, in dealing with the crisis as we see fit. And should we
encounter ANY hostile force within Soviet space or that of our allies,
we shall deal with them as declared enemies. If you should reach the
Third Fleet before us, and bring it under your firm control, so be it.
But if we come upon Hayes first we will not be gentle, or stop to
negotiate.
"As a further sign of our firm resolve in this matter, we are recalling
our ambassador from Washington and breaking off formal relations with
you. If you have anything to say to us in future, that is worth
hearing, you may reach me directly, here. That is all."
The screen went blank. The transmission ended. Stone, Plant and Bacon
were silent.
*
The following day Stone met with the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and had
them each swear a further oath of allegiance to him, their
Commander-in-Chief, to serve no other, and to have no secret dealings
with Hayes. He then appointed new heads of the Army and Space Navy,
and those who would not submit were dismissed.
There was angry shouting, and much hard feeling, but no violence in the
transition.
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