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"You'll tape us before you leave Asgard, won't you?" Irena asked, her eyes moist.
"Sure, Momer." Jonny hugged her. "Maybe in a couple of years you'll all be able to come out and visit me."
"Yeah!" Gwen agreed enthusiastically.
"Perhaps," Pearce said. "Take care, son."
"Watch yourself, Jonny," Jame seconded.
And with another round of hugs it was time to go. Picking up his satchel, Jonny stepped aboard the shuttle, pausing once on the steps to wave before entering...
The thought brought a bittersweet smile to his lips. On Adirondack, too, the Cobras had always taken the lead . . . but they'd never really been accepted by ...
But in a way, it almost didn't matter anymore. He was tired of being a social pariah, and at least on an untamed planet that kind of failure was unlikely. Ou...
Still smiling, he leaned back in his seat and waited calmly for takeoff.
Interlude
The haiku garden in H'orme's dome apartment was a minor miracle of horticultural design, a true example of the melding of nature with technology. Somehow, D'...
"You'll need particularly to watch out for Committi Pendrikan," H'orme commented as he stooped briefly to examine a particularly well-textured saqqara shrub....
D'arl nodded; he was well aware of Pendrikan's attitude. "I've watched you handle him often enough, sir. I think I know the levers to use on him."
"Good. But don't go out of your way to pick any fights for a while. The Committee's a surprisingly conservative body, and it'll be a bit before they feel at ...
"And vice versa," D'arl murmured.
H'orme smiled, the expression becoming wistful as he looked around the garden. "I have no fears for you, D'arl. You have a natural talent for the job of Comm...
"Thank you, sir. Though as I've said before the basic idea came from elsewhere."
H'orme waved aside the distinction. "You're not supposed to reinvent the fusion plant every time you need something. It's your staff's job to come up with id...
D'arl suppressed a smile. "Yes, sir."
H'orme gave him a sideways glance. "And before you savor the irony of that too much, remember how much work I've dumped on you alone. Pick your aides well, D...
D'arl nodded silently and the two men continued their walk. Looking around, D'arl found his mind drifting back and forth across his thirteen years as H'orme'...
"So . . . what's the latest word from Aventine?"
Startled, D'arl tried to put his brain back online. Aventine . . . ? Oh, right-the new colony world. "The first wave of colonists seems to be settling in wel...
"At least as of three months ago," H'orme nodded.
"True," The communications time lag, D'arl had already realized, was going to be a problem in governing the new colony. Choosing a competent and reliable gov...
"And how do the Trofts seem to be taking it?" H'orme asked.
"No trouble at all, so far. Not even any boarding of ships going down the Corridor to check for military hardware."
"Um. Not what I expected. Still, all the ships up to now have been carrying Cobras as well as colonists. They may not have wanted to tangle with them again. ...
"Or spread out enough that it can't be taken in a single blow," D'arl suggested.
H'orme sighed. "A less acceptable position, but probably a more realistic one. Certainly in the short run."
They'd come full circle around the garden now, and H'orme paused at the office door for one last look. "If you'll sit still for one final word of advice, D'a...
D'arl smiled. "I believe I can do even better than that, sir. I've already been in touch with the young man who suggested the Aventine colony in the first pl...
H'orme returned the smile. "I see I've trained you better even than I thought. I'm proud to have you as my successor . . . Committi D'arl."
"Thank you, sir," the younger man managed to say. "May you always be so proud of me."
Together they left the garden, to which H'orme would never return.
Loyalist: 2414
The boundary between field and forest was as sharp as a laser beam, the giant blue-green cyprenes running right up to the half-meter of orange vegebarrier in...
Looking up from the note, he found the youth who had delivered it standing in a rigid imitation of military attention. "And what exactly is this supposed to ...
"The message is self-explanatory, sir-" the boy began.
"Yes, I can read," Jonny interrupted him. "And one more 'sir' out of you, Almo, and I'm going to tell your father on you. What I meant was, why did Challinor...
"Cee-two Challinor didn't want to take any chances on word leaking out about this, sir-Jonny," Almo corrected himself hastily. "It's a private meeting, for C...
Jonny studied the other's face a moment, then folded the paper and stuck it in his pocket. Whatever Challinor was trying to prove, browbeating his messenger ...
"Cee-two Challinor said I should emphasize the meeting was very important."
"So's my word-and I promised Chin he could start his second seedling run by tonight." Jonny reached for his phone. "If you'd like, I can call Challinor and t...
"No-that's all right," Almo said hastily. "I'll tell him. Thank you for your time." With that he took off across the field toward where his car was waiting.
Jonny felt a smile touch his lips, but his amusement quickly faded. There weren't a lot of teenagers in this part of Aventine-the first two waves of colonist...
Almo's car took off with minimal dust, and Jonny turned both his face and attention to the towering trees. He'd worry about Challinor's cloak and laser later...
Even after seven years on Aventine Jonny felt a sense of awe whenever he stepped under the ancient canopy of oddly shaped leaves that turned the day into a d...