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  Tsen Shang smiled easily. “I will find that spy and deliver his head to your father…” his voice trailed off, his smile dying as Romano frowned darkly.

  “No, Tsen. You think in terms that are far too small!” She reached back onto her vanity, grabbed a cut-glass bottle of perfume and hurled it at him. It exploded against the wall behind him, splashing him with musk and glass slivers. “What difference will a measly spy make? What is one spy when Xiang claims the salvation of the Capellan Confederation? You need a bold stroke to eclipse his glory!”

  Tsen hung his head. “There is nothing that I could plan.”

  “Ha!” Romano lanced Tsen with a stare like cold malachite. “You yourself told me that JumpShips are crucial for a war. That’s exactly the reason Xiang’s plan is wasteful. Why not cripple the Federated Suns’ JumpShip fleet? Why not strike at the Kathil shipyards?”

  Tsen looked at her with utter disbelief. “That’s impossible!”

  Show me spine. Prove your worth to me now, or you’ll end up sharing the hole where I had my father’s wife planted. She narrowed her eyes. “Impossible? What would Justin Xiang say to that plan? Would he say impossible? Would any man say impossible?” She stood and let her silken gown slip from her body… “Perhaps I should just seduce Justin Xiang and forget about you…”

  Tsen shot to his feet, dark eyes blazing with fury. “No!” He half-turned, slashing the satiny upholstery of the chair into ribbons with the nails on his right hand. “I am not to be cast aside that easily, Romano.”

  She watched him, knowing better than to comment. I have seen him like this before. He fought within himself the same way on the night when he told me—in direct conflict with an order Justin had given him—that the whore my father called a wife was rutting with Pavel Ridzik. That weakened his loyalty to Xiang, and now it will be broken. My father gets Maskirovka reports from Xiang, and now I will get mine from Tsen Shang.

  Tsen’s head came up slowly. “It is possible for an attack to be arranged on the Kathil shipyards. I will need to plan it alone, so the spy in the Maskirovka will not learn about it.”

  Romano nodded as he spoke. “Yes, and reveal the plan to my father at a point when no one could get word out in time to warn the Prince.”

  Tsen chewed his lower lip. “That will mean we must have a command circuit going to Kathil. If the troops move by conventional means, they’ll arrive too slowly.”

  Romano stepped toward him. “No matter. We can divert some of the JumpShips from Xiang’s circuit after he has used them. Instead of calling them back, we’ll post them to new positions.”

  Tsen smiled. “And we will need crack troops.”

  Her breath coming quickly, Romano whispered, “We’ll have the best. I’ll order my father’s Death Commandos to carry out your strike.” She reached out and wrapped her arms around Tsen’s waist.

  Lost in thought, Tsen’s eyes nearly closed. “It may just work.”

  She pulled him close and pressed her body against his. “It will work, lover. With this victory, you will ascend to your rightful place within the Maskirovka.” Stroking his hair, she glanced over his shoulder and smiled confidently at her own reflection in the mirror.

  Chapter 7

  LYONS

  ISLE OF SKYE

  LYRAN COMMONWEALTH

  5 APRIL 3029

  Captain Daniel Allard gratefully accepted the actuator wrench from the dwarf standing just inside the ’Mech bay. “Thanks, Clovis. The only time I need one of these things is when I can’t find one.” Dan used his forearm to wipe away the sweat pasting light brown curls to his forehead, then used the crescent-shaped tool to hook a myomer muscle into a BattleMech’s finger joint. “Yeah, that fixes it. Better making repairs now than in combat.”

  Clovis’s brown eyes twinkled as he lifted himself onto a crate and sat eye to eye with the MechWarrior. From behind his back, he produced a cold bottle of beer and handed it to Allard. “This is just one of the ways I can think of to repay the Kell Hounds for helping us out.” He looked out across an open field of ocher grasses toward where the Kell Hound MechWarriors were working. “Styx was the first time I’d seen ’Mechs in action. Somehow, here, the machines don’t seem the same.”

  Dan nodded. MechWarriors are trained to think of their machines as destroyers. “Ten meters tall and full of nasty” is how I remember one instructor describing them. It takes someone with Morgan Kell’s vision to see this use for a ’Mech.

  Out across the field, the humanoid war machines worked amid a boxy lattice of steel girders. In the distance, they almost looked like robot children laboring to build a secret clubhouse, yet Dan knew the structure rose two full stories above the plain. Lasers normally used to pierce and destroy other BattleMechs had been powered down so they could be used to weld the metal beams in place. After what we just did to the Genyosha base on Nashira, watching the ’Mechs build the town of New Freedom for the Styx refugees seems ironic.

  Clovis raked a stubby-fingered hand back through his long black hair. “Getting all these buildings constructed would have taken us many months and would have cost lots of ComStar bills. This is amazing.”

  Dan nodded, then gulped down some more beer. “You and your mother drove a hard bargain, Clovis. We get access to the Bifrost so it can jump us around, and you get a city.”

  Clovis raised an eyebrow. “You know as well as I do that Morgan might have argued for more if Duke Aldo Lestrade hadn’t tried to throw us off this planet. He gave us two months to try to improve the site, but I doubt he expected much. And here we are, almost finished, and it’s two weeks ahead of his deadline.”

  Dan nodded. “You’re right—Morgan would do just about anything to irk Lestrade.” Aldo Lestrade’s meddling in Lyran Commonwealth politics had caused plenty of trouble. His attempted assassinations of Archon Katrina Steiner had failed, but his last attempt to ruin the alliance between the Lyran Commonwealth and the Federated Suns nearly killed Melissa Steiner. It had also cost Morgan his brother Patrick.

  Dan took another long drink. The cool liquid vanquished his thirst and reminded him of things more sociable than Lyran politics. Lowering the bottle, he fixed Clovis with a mischievous stare. “Clovis, have you asked Karla Bremen to the dance next weekend?”

  The little man stiffened, then shook his head. “No.”

  Dan frowned. “Blake’s Blood! You’ve done nothing but moon over her ever since you heard she’d broken up with that guy…what was his name?”

  Clovis picked up the actuator wrench and turned it over in his small hands. “Thor. His name was Thor.”

  The image of a huge man flashed through Dan’s mind as Clovis spoke. “Yeah, that was it. Well, why don’t you ask her?”

  The dwarf looked down. “She’d not go with me. She doesn’t even know I exist.”

  Dan drank more beer, then set the half-empty bottle down on the crate beside Clovis. “That’s not true, and you know it. I saw you talking with her the other day. She was smiling and laughing.”

  Clovis’s face darkened. He carelessly drummed the steel wrench against the wooden crate, splintering off little pieces of it. “Yeah, we spoke. She wants me to show the children in her classes how to work computers. Show-and-tell computer time. Nothing big or special.”

  Dan scowled. Something’s going on here. I’ve never seen Clovis so morose. “I don’t know, Clovis. If I were you, I’d capitalize on that opportunity…”

  The dwarf’s long black hair fell forward as he nodded his head. “I have. I agreed to teach the kids…”

  Dan shook his head. “You don’t understand. I mean you should ask her to the dance.” He cocked his head at his friend. “If you don’t, I just might. Maybe I’ll even act like a jerk and let you rescue her…”

  Clovis’s brown eyes blazed with anger. “You don’t get it, do you? I could no more rescue her from you than I could fly without wings. She’d prefer you, even being a jerk—which I don’t think you could manage—to a half-man.”

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p; “Clovis, I’m sorry,” Dan said. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. I just hate to see you feeling low. The worst she could do is say no.”

  Muscles bunched at the corners of Clovis’s jaw. “I know you meant well, Dan, but I just don’t want to talk about it. It’s not so bad for you because you know someone special like your Jeana will say ‘yes’ someday.” He glanced down at the hole he’d chopped into the crate. “I don’t know that.”

  At Clovis’s mention of her name, Dan’s hand strayed to the meter-long strip of green silk tucked into his belt. “Jeana is special to me, Clovis, but she might not be to someone else. More women have been special to me than I ever was to them, and you’ll be special to someone, too. But you’ll never find out who she is until you open up and take a chance.”

  Clovis shot Dan a sidelong glance. “Bet you wouldn’t set me up with your sister Riva, would you?”

  Dan grinned broadly. “Got a couple of ComStar bills? I’ll send a message out to her now to come get you.” Both men chuckled over the idea of Riva Allard traveling for months to reach Lyons for a date, but their laughter died as two of the Kell Hound infantrymen approached them with a visitor in tow.

  “Captain Allard?”

  “Yes, Sullivan, what is it?” Dan looked at the yellow-robed visitor and narrowed his eyes. What is a ComStar acolyte doing here?

  Sullivan’s expression did not hide his irritation. “Sir, I explained to the acolyte that he could just leave his holodisk with us and we’d see it would get to Colonel Kell, but he insisted…”

  Dan nodded understanding. “You and Murphy can return to your posts. I’ll take care of our guest.” He turned to the acolyte. “What can I do for you?”

  The pinch-faced man narrowed his eyes. “I must see Colonel Kell. I have a message for him.”

  “Indeed.” Dan glanced at Clovis and admired his manly effort to keep from laughing out loud. “Corporal Sullivan said you had a holodisk.”

  The acolyte scowled. “Whatever it is, it is for Colonel Kell, and for him alone. Those are my orders. Such were the wishes of the person sending…”

  “And paying for…” quipped Clovis.

  “…the message.” The acolyte glowered at Clovis, who merely ignored him.

  Dan frowned. “If you insist, I can call the colonel in.”

  The acolyte nodded curtly, so Dan picked up Clovis’s radio from a crate and keyed in to Morgan Kell’s ’Mech. “Dan here. Sorry to interrupt, Colonel, but we’ve a messenger from ComStar. He’s got a holodisk for you and refuses to release it to anyone else.”

  Static hissed through the radio’s speakers for half a second before Morgan Kell’s deep voice replaced it. “What’s your read, Dan?”

  Dan raked the acolyte over with an openly appraising glance. “He seems to fit, but I’m uneasy about this message. I’d bet on it being bad news instead of good.”

  “I’ll head in. Can you round up the staff?”

  Dan frowned. “Conn and Second Battalion are still over at the quarry. It would take them two hours to get here. Salome and Cat are there in the work group with you. Scott Bradley’s here in the bay.”

  “Good. Get them. Have Clovis join us as well.”

  “Roger, Colonel. Out.” Dan grinned at the acolyte and pointed toward the construction site. “If you want to walk out and meet him…”

  The acolyte took two steps toward the bay opening, then stopped short. He shook his head, nervously stuttering through his words. “N-no, n-not necessary.”

  Dan laughed. Coming at a dead run across the field, the thunderous steps of Morgan’s Archer sent heavy tremors through the ground. The titanic ’Mech swung its ponderous fists as a man might, but the I-beam clutched forgotten in the left hand was an eloquent witness to the machine’s incredible strength. The hunched shoulders and forward-thrusting head gave the Archer a bestial look even more threatening than its sheer size.

  Dan slapped the stricken acolyte on the shoulder. “Hope this is worth it, buckaroo, because the colonel…well, he doesn’t like disappointments.”

  Dan watched Morgan Kell slip the holodisk into the player. On a scale of one to sixteen, Morgan’s anger ranks about a thirty-two, he thought. Dan could tell Kell didn’t appreciate the acolyte’s antics, especially when he learned the message was from Aldo Lestrade.

  Seated against the back wall, Dan had a full view of the rectangular briefing room. A long table filled it, and twelve chairs surrounded the table. The four other people at the meeting had seated themselves near the middle of the oaken table, and all faced the far end of the room where Morgan fiddled with the holodisk viewer.

  Morgan straightened up to his full height and forced his anger out with a deep breath. His cooling vest and shorts revealed a muscular body that was relatively unscarred for a MechWarrior his age. Kell’s long black hair and thick beard were shot with gray, but only enough to give him an air of nobility. His dark brown eyes sparkled with a vitality that seemed to promise this man could live forever.

  Morgan smiled at the officers present. “Forgive the theatrics of calling you from the field for this. The ComStar acolyte’s actions suggested it might be important. Even though the message is from Aldo Lestrade, it might have some value. In any event, I would apprise all of you of its contents in the end, so we might as well share the shock together.”

  Morgan hit a button on the disc player’s remote control. The black screen lightened to reveal the simple rectangular crest of the world of Summer, then dissolved to a picture of a rotund little man seated behind a massive desk. His salt-and-pepper hair lay flat on his head like a bad toupee and did not move as he patted it into place with his plastic left hand. Lestrade stared intently into the camera.

  “Colonel Kell, I will dispense with all pleasantries because I know you would find them fatuous. We do not like each other, and I am content to maintain our relationship at the distance this mutual hatred engenders.”

  Lestrade leaned back in his high-backed leather chair. “It has come to my attention that you and your mercenary unit have taken up residence on my world of Lyons. I understand that you are staying in the refugee colony the Archon encouraged me to permit on that world.” His choice of words and manner of speaking left Dan no doubt that Lestrade did not like the Styx colony at all, and only permitted it because of pressure from the Commonwealth’s Archon, Katrina Steiner.

  The camera pulled back to reveal more of Lestrade’s office. The walls were made of unfinished gray stones that appeared to have been put together in an almost haphazard manner. Dan squinted at the image. That must be the Lestrade castle. Wasn’t it moved stone by stone from Terra about five hundred years ago? I’m surprised to see it’s survived the Kurita raids Lestrade is always complaining about.

  Lestrade left his seat and limped around to the front of his desk. “Though I can appreciate your desire to return behind the lines after a raid deep into the Draconis Combine, I do not want you on any of my worlds. The Archon may have appropriated my troops to fight Hanse Davion’s war against the Draconis Combine, but I want no part of the war. You and your Kell Hounds are a threat to the peace and well-being of the Isle of Skye. I hereby order you to leave it.”

  The camera moved in as Lestrade graced the viewers with a plastic smile. “I can appreciate the time it might take for you to move a mercenary unit. You have two weeks from the receipt of this message to be gone from the Isle of Skye. Have I made myself clear?”

  Morgan shut off the viewer as the screen faded to black. He turned in his seat and leaned forward over the table. “Disgustingly frank for Lestrade,” he said. “Well, he says we’ve got to get off Lyons in two weeks. Comments? Salome.”

  Morgan’s flame-haired second-in-command, Major Salome Ward, looked around at the small group. “Since all the troops have left Lyons for the attack into the Draconis Combine, our departure would leave the planet defenseless. I realize that Lyons seems far behind the lines, but just one ’Mech battalion jumping in from an uninhabited star could wreak
havoc.”

  Major Scott Bradley, the dark-haired MechWarrior seated across the table from Salome, frowned. “Why hit Lyons?” He smiled apologetically at Clovis. “Not to run down your new home, but the object of modern warfare is to destroy the enemy’s ability to wage war. Lyons, in that sense, is not a military target. Were the Combine able to spare troops for a raid, then this world’s agro and water supply might make it a target, but I think the Combine has some other worries.”

  Morgan nodded. “I agree with you, Scott, that the Combine has other problems, especially in the Rasalhague District, but the Lyran offensive’s punch down in the area came just slightly rimward of here. I would not consider the Isle of Skye’s border at all secure. If the Combine wished, it could come through here, then swing out to trap troops in a pocket centered on Marfik.”

  Dan shook his head. “What troops does the Dragon have to perform such a maneuver? Most of the Dieron Military District’s troops, including the Genyosha, made that assault on the Terran Corridor and got pushed back.”

  “True, but Davion has not attacked into the Dieron District to pin down those troops. For all we know, they’re massing on Yorii or Imbros III for a strike at Lyons.” Morgan looked over at the black man seated between Salome and Dan. “What do you think, Cat?”

  Cat Wilson knit his fingers together and rested his hands like a cap on top of his shaved head. “I think I don’t trust Lestrade as far as I could throw this planet. He thinks he’s got an ace up his sleeve somewhere. His wanting us out of Lyons could be a simple move to reassure Kurita that he, Lestrade, is not part of the war. As much as the man is a lying, scheming, power-hungry sycophant, we should remember that a Kurita raid cost him his left arm and left leg. I doubt that the idea of another Kurita assault on his holdings appeals to him.”

  “Point well taken.” Morgan looked past Scott Bradley toward Clovis. “You’re the mayor of New Freedom. What do you think?”