"Ouch. Yes; I concede the difference. Well... if they move faster, I guess we"ll just have to speed things up. And you Cobras will have to start earning your room and board here the hard way."
Winward grimaced. Heavily armed Qasamans... and clouds of mojos. "Yes. I guess we will."
Chapter 28.
York had put in a long day aboard ship and had looked forward to at least one good night"s sleep before things heated up below. But he"d been asleep barely four hours when the intercom"s pinging dragged him awake. "Yes-York," he mumbled. "What is it?"
"Something happening on Qasama," the duty officer"s voice said. "I think you"ll want to see this."
"On my way."
Robed and barefoot, he was seated before one of the big displays in two minutes flat... and the image there was indeed worth waking him for.
"Helicopters," he identified them to the two spotters on duty. "Possibly with auxiliary thrusters-they"re making pretty good speed. Where"d they come from?"
"We first picked them up a few kilometers east of Sollas," the duty officer told him. "Could have come a fair distance, though, if they"d been going slower; it was the movement we noticed first."
"Uh-huh." York tapped keys, watched the results appear at the bottom of the screen. Six units, flying just a bit subsonic-which didn"t prove anything about their actual capabilities-heading southeast toward the Menssana"s village. ETA, roughly two hours. "Get me Governor Telek," he said over his shoulder.
Telek had also been asleep, and by the time the Menssana"s duty officer rousted her out of bed York had a bit more information. "Two of them are fairly big, possibly implying troop carriers," he told her. "The other four are smaller; I"d guess reconnaissance or attack. Odds are probably good that they"re converted civilian craft, instead of specifically military ones, which should be to our advantage."
"Well, at least they don"t have gravity lifts," Telek mused. "That"s one technological edge we know we"ve got."
"Not necessarily." York shook his head. "No one puts grav lifts on attack helicopters, whether they"ve got "em or not-the things are wildly inefficient for tight, high-speed maneuvering. Besides, for nighttime applications a grav lift"s glow makes you a flying bull"s-eye."
"So these are something we should worry about?"
York snorted. "Worry and a half. We used a lot of helicopters back in the
Marines, and I"ve seen them chew up areas twice the size of your village."
Telek"s intercom image went tight-lipped. "Except that they"d kill three thousand of their own people if they try that."
"Right, and I doubt they"re quite that desperate yet," York agreed. "And they"re unlikely to hang around overhead sniping at the Cobras until they have an idea of what we"ve got to shoot back with."
"So the gleaner-team stays put," Telek said. "But the outrider teams go to ground?"
"They certainly make themselves inconspicuous. And the Menssana gets the h.e.l.l out of there."
"d.a.m.n." Telek bit at her lip. "Yeah, you"re right. You think going to ground a hundred kilometers away will be safe enough?"
"The farther the better. But you"ve got to move fast, before they"re close enough to spot your grav lifts. I don"t want to find out the hard way what sort of air-to-air capability they have."
"Good point. Captain Shepherd?"
"Three minutes to lift," the other"s voice came into the circuit. "We"ve picked a tentative hiding place three hundred kilometers northwest of here, subject to your approval."
"What, right in the path of the helicopters?" York frowned.
"No, several kilometers off their approach. There"s a large section of good rock cover under a creva.s.se overhang there-and it"s certainly the last direction the
Qasamans would expect us to run."
"Fine," Telek put in impatiently. "Just get us moving; I"ll look the maps over when I have time. Decker, keep an eye on those helicopters and let us know if anything else shows up."
"Will do," York said. "And you people sit on your screens, too-they could have sneaked antiaircraft or spotters out there under the trees earlier today."
"You"re a comfort in my old age," Telek returned dryly. "I"ve got to go now, get
Michael on the line. Talk to you later."
Telek"s image vanished from the screen. "At least they can"t block or trace our communications this time around," the duty officer said.
"Unless they"ve learned about split-frequency radio in the past six weeks," York told him heavily. "And I wouldn"t put it past them." Taking a deep breath, he chased the last of the sleep from his mind. "All right, gentlemen, let"s get busy. Complete sweep of the village and everything for a thousand kilometers around it. If anything"s moving out there, I want to know about it."
The helicopter formation broke up about fifty kilometers west of the village, two of the smaller ones heading straight in while the others circled to the north and south. Winward"s Cobras braced for an attack... but the craft made only a single pa.s.s overhead before regrouping to the east and swinging around to head north. For awhile they tracked along the road, and Pyre and his outrider-one team braced in turn. But if they were spotted there was no sign.
Continuing north, the helicopters faded into the background somewhere near the next village, disappearing from the Dewdrop"s screens.
"You think they picked us up?" Justin asked Pyre as the ten Cobras of outrider-one returned cautiously to their roadside positions.
"Hard to tell," the other sighed, checking his watch. About an hour and a half to local sunrise-plenty of time for the craft to refuel, rearm, even sit around for awhile and discuss strategy, and still get back in time for a predawn attack if they wanted to. "Depends really on how good their infrareds are. Radar and motion sensors would have been pretty useless with the tree canopy this thick."
"I would have thought they"d have attacked if they"d spotted us," one of the others commented.
"Unless they still think we didn"t notice them in the darkness," Pyre pointed out. "In that case they might prefer not to tip off the gleaner-team by incinerating a section of forest twenty kilometers north."
"They"ll leave that for the ground troops in the morning, I suppose," someone else put in dryly.
Pyre grimaced; the news of the convoy moving south along the roads had come from the Dewdrop only fifteen minutes earlier. "Probably," he admitted. "Though if I were them I"d bring the helicopters back for the party, too. Not much point in subtlety by that time."
"What fun," Justin said. "Any other good news?"
Pyre shrugged. "Only that the convoy"s not due for a few more hours at the least-which means some of us should get reasonably caught up on our sleep before then."
"Only some of us?"
"We"ve got to have sentries," Pyre pointed out. "Can"t count on the Qasamans not to sneak something past the Dewdrop-and the helicopters might come back. Hey, get used to it, friends-this is what warfare is all about: worry and lack of sleep."
Plus, of course, a lot of dying. Pyre hoped they wouldn"t have to find out too much about that part.
The helicopters" early morning flyby hadn"t gone unnoticed by the gleaner-team, of course. But it wasn"t until the day"s testing began that they discovered the villagers, too, had heard the overhead activity.
"You can see it in their faces and body language as clearly as if they were wearing wraparound displays," McKinley told Winward tightly an hour into the interviews. "They know the government"s on to us and they"re fully expecting some kind of move soon, probably within a day."
Winward nodded; York and the others aboard the Dewdrop had come to the same conclusion. "Well, we certainly can"t sit put for a hall-scale military operation here. What"s the earliest time you can be finished?"