Somehow Hayes had kept the fantasy together. Though there were
stirrings of discontent among his men, and an ever diminishing number
were free of a doubt that bordered on bewilderment, no word of their
true position had yet reached them. And though the destructive force
of the Third Fleet had not grown, neither had it sufficiently
diminished. And the wounded predator is by far the most dangerous.
Hayes was desperate.
After six months of running, engaging only in minor skirmishes which
could hardly be colored as 'the forward lance of democracy', of getting
his information only from Hayes, Admiral Frank was tormented by
uncertainty. Why was Congress still squabbling? When would
reinforcements arrive? It was clear that the Soviets were astir, and
what was worse, by the look of it were coming directly after them.
But more troublesome than all of this, to a loyal soldier who did not
scare easily, was the thought that perhaps Hayes was not telling the
whole truth---that they were being used for some scheme of his which
did not entirely align with the wishes of the President.
Why did Hayes continue to deny even the most basic military
communications? They had had literally no sight or sound of their
fellow soldiers in five full months. Granted they fought their battles
along the frontiers, where lines of communication were stretched thin,
and often erased altogether by the time factor. But to be so totally
isolated, to feel cut off from one's own compatriots.....
That it took Frank so long to entertain even these simple doubts,
showed just how deep his military training had gone. As intended, he
was no longer an individual, no longer a thinking, questioning being,
but merely an instrument, a cog in a runaway machine. But despite all
efforts to the contrary, even a cog has a mind.
Finally he could bear it no longer. He secured an audience with the
man alone, difficult enough just that, and told him in no uncertain
terms of the Fleet's need for fuel, repairs, and additional vessels to
replace those lost in the fighting. He had also intended to demand
access to direct communications; but the forbidding glare aroused in
the hawkish face as he approached the subject, made him back off.
Insisting on a link-up with one of the American outposts would have to
cover it. If something were truly amiss, surely they would find out
there.
But Hayes' cunning was not yet expired. He had foreseen this. Already
he had his next move planned.
"Very well, Admiral. In truth I'd been thinking along the same lines
myself. There are two outposts in Scimitar, are there not? The nearer
being Westmoreland station, is that correct?"
"Yes, General. Shall I alter our course in that direction?"
"By all means. Only not too straight or too fast. I want to send a
Detachment there first to make sure everything is on the level. The
Russians have been getting a little too close for comfort, eh?" With
this his face broke into an unnatural smile.
"I know, my friend. This cannot go on much longer: radio silence,
little or no action on appropriations. If we don't learn something
more useful at Westmoreland, I think we may just head for home. Maybe
I can get to the bottom of this myself, rattle a few cages back in
Washington. Stone must be beside himself. Election year or not,
they've got no right to play politics with the lives of the Third
Fleet."
He rose, patted Frank on the arm, and started to leave. Then turning
in the portal, he added. "Sorry if I've been a bit of a dry fist
lately. Trying to carry the weight of all this had made me..... Well,
you see how it is. Do you forgive me?"
"Yes, of course. That is. . .there is nothing to forgive. I was only
concerned....."
"Yes, I know. You were concerned for the Fleet, as is your duty, and
your character. You're a good man in a hard place, Donald. Don't ever
think I take your loyalty for granted. Well. Enough said." He smiled
again the strange half-smile, and disappeared into the corridor.
*
Like Bonaparte (and other self-appointed monarchs) before him, Hayes
too had his personal Guard, a elite corps of two-thousand pilots and
fighting men, specially trained and chosen, fearless, loyal to him and
no other. This he had been able to create, in the midst of a democracy
which discouraged internal militarism, because of his forty years in
the service, most of it spent as a distinguished veteran of high rank
and favor, his ten years as the only five-star general in the land, and
finally, his three years as Secretary of State. His remaining capacity
for harm was not to be underestimated. His own part in the conspiracy
to murder Stone was not yet clear, though the twelve officers and
Secret Service men implicated had all been close associates, or men who
shared his personal beliefs.
So he detached his elite unit, consisting almost entirely of Blue Angel
flyers and Special Forces assault troops, to Westmoreland Station.
Calder himself was to lead them: two light cruisers, sixteen
destroyers and fighter escort. He was given the following instructions.
"When you come within clear tracking range, make contact and identify
yourself as the 21st Airborne of the Sixth Fleet. Here are the
counter-codes. Tell them you've been detached to patrol the area.
Don't say why.
"Request permission to come aboard to refuel, and to gather the latest
news of developments at home. The station is far enough out that they
may not yet have heard of the death of Stone, or the search for the
Third Fleet. Ask specifically if there is any message for you from
Gen-Admiral Hesse. If they act the least bit suspicious at the mention
of his name, or say he's been arrested, etc., act shocked and ask to
hear the whole story when you arrive.
"Continue to advance, and if they raise their shields or become
defensive, break down resistance and board. Try to avoid damaging the
fuel cylinders, but don't worry about other signs of battle. We can
always blame it on the Russians, and say you drove them back. Needless
to say, in that event we can't have any witnesses."
Calder had nodded sternly, assembled and given an in-flight briefing
(no more truthful than necessary) to his forces, and made for
Westmoreland.
But Plant was no fool. The farther outposts were among the first he
contacted. They knew in full (as far as the two month time-delay
permitted) every aspect of the situation, and were prepared for just
such a move. Two experienced (and loyal) CIA men had been dispatched
to Westmoreland. And when Calder, calling himself Brig. General Adam
Winslow, established contact and made his pitch, they conferred quickly
with the Base Commander, then decided on and executed the following
plan.
The commander of Westmoreland 'station', a mere rock of a moon,
floating with others of its kind about a semi-gaseous giant similar
Saturn, responded to his inquiries that they'd had no news of Earth in
months, were glad of the company, and asked, What was the situation
with all the Soviet scouting ships about?
Upon hearing this, Calder, who shared Hayes' way of thinking but not
his shrewd intelligence, felt that all was well, and that he could
write his own ticket. But to be certain, he brought his force in
several vessels at a time, to be serviced while he himself went to
speak with Col. Billings, the officer in charge, of whom he knew
vaguely from his years at West Point.
While the two discussed Calder's version of recent events, including
the fact that he had encountered the Third Fleet not far off, which was
said to be running low on fuel and supplies (Huckleberry Finn in a
dress had been more convincing), the two Intelligence men set to work.
Posing as members of the ground crew, they implanted small aluminum
tubes, canisters, on the landing gear of three fighters. On the
synthetic caps which bound them were written these words, superimposed
over an imprint of the Presidential Seal:
"You are hereby authorized by the President of the United Commonwealth
to view these contents in private, and to act upon them as you see
fit." If these proved ineffective, the two planned to involved
themselves more directly when the Third Fleet came in for fuel and
supplies.
Word was also sent in all directions that Hayes was in the vicinity,
and that the Soviets were not far behind.