Council had given final approval to his application. Tomorrow the surgery would begin that would finally and firmly set him down in his father"s footsteps... but tonight he would have to face his mother"s pain.
"You ready?" Joshua asked from the seat next to him.
"As ready as I"ll ever be." Opening the door, Justin got out and headed toward the house, his brother falling into step beside him.
Corwin answered Joshua"s knock, and despite his tension Justin found himself enjoying the inevitable half-second it took their older brother to figure out which was which. Even among identical twins Joshua and Justin were unusually hard to tell apart, a fact that had caused untold confusion throughout their lives. Family and close friends were generally able to manage the trick, but even with them a secret swap of tunics could sometimes go undetected for hours.
They"d pulled such stunts innumerable times when they were younger, a game they"d given up only after their father threatened to color-code them with liberal applications of paint.
"Joshua; Justin," Corwin nodded, looking at each in turn as if to prove he"d gotten them straight. "Abandon all hope of light conversation, you who enter here. The Moreau War Council is in session tonight."
Oh, great, Justin groaned inwardly. But Corwin had stepped aside, and Joshua was already heading in, and it was too late to back out now. Squaring his shoulders,
Justin followed.
His parents were already seated together on the living room couch, and from long habit Justin gave his father a quick once-over. A little weaker-looking, perhaps, than the last time he"d seen him, but not much. Of more significance was the slight flicker of pain that crossed Jonny"s eyes as he gave the twins an abbreviated wave in greeting. The pain pills for his arthritis really didn"t affect his mental facilities all that much; if he"d opted to do without them there was some high-powered thought going on in here indeed. A glance at his mother"s grim face confirmed it, and for a long minute Justin wondered if he"d drastically underestimated the level of family opposition to his Cobra ambitions.
But that a.s.sumption didn"t last long. "Dinner"ll be ready in about half an hour," Jonny told the twins as they chose chairs and sat down. "Until then, I want to feel you out on a proposal Stiggur dropped on the Council session today.
Corwin?"
Corwin took a seat where he could see all the others" faces. "This is all to be kept secret, of course," he said... and then launched into the d.a.m.nedest story
Justin had ever heard.
Jonny let a few seconds pa.s.s after his eldest had finished and then c.o.c.ked an eyebrow at the twins. "Well? Reactions?"
"I don"t trust them," Joshua said promptly. "Especially the Tlos demesne. Why should they offer their set-up services for nothing?"
"That much is obvious," Jonny told him. "It is what"s known as a free sample-and running both ways. If we take the job and the Baliu demesne likes our work, the
Tlossies will undoubtedly offer themselves as our agents to any other interested demesnes."
"And if we like the deal, they"ll offer us their services in finding new jobs,"
Corwin nodded. "They pulled the same type of inducement scheme when we were first opening up trade with the Trofts generally, which is one reason they now handle so much of it."
"All right," Joshua shrugged. "a.s.sume the offer"s legitimate. Are five planets of dubious value worth fighting a war for? An unprovoked war, yet?"
"Flip that over, though," Corwin said. "Suppose this new alien is a genuine and imminent threat. Do we dare simply ignore it and hope it won"t find us? Maybe it would be better to take it out now while it can be done relatively easily."
"And what does "relatively easily" mean?" Joshua countered.
Justin glanced at his mother"s tight-lipped expression. The pattern was now a familiar one: Corwin usually took the devil"s advocate position in these round tables, which implied Jonny was leaning toward the nay side on the issue. His reasons would be interesting to hear, but he was unlikely to voice them until the twins had had their say. But Chrys might not be so reticent. "Mom, you haven"t said anything yet. How do you feel?"
She looked at him, a tired smile touching the corners of her mouth. "With you about to become a Cobra? Of course I don"t want to risk your life for worlds we won"t even need for another millennium. But aside from that emotional reaction, my logic center can"t help but wonder why the Trofts want us to do this. They have a war machine the equal of the Dominion"s-if they can"t handle this alien threat, what do they expect us to do?"
Justin looked at Joshua, saw his own sudden thoughtfulness only hinted at in his brother"s face. Understandable; Justin knew much more about both Cobra capabilities and limitations than Joshua did. He turned to his father, who seemed in turn to be watching him. "Odd," he said.
"Indeed," Jonny agreed. "The only advantage Cobras have over combat-suited troops is the fact that our weapons are concealed. It"s hard to imagine a normal, non-guerrilla war where that"s a deciding factor."
"Of course, the nearest known combat suits are way over in the Dominion-" Corwin began.
"But if they can hire us they can just as easily hire them," Justin finished for him. "Right?"
Corwin nodded. "Which leads me, at least, to only one answer for Mom"s question."
There was a brief pause. "A test," Joshua said at last. "They want another crack at seeing just how powerful Cobras really are."
Jonny nodded. "I can"t see any other explanation. Especially since the demesnes at this end of the a.s.semblage probably didn"t have any direct contact with human forces during the war. All they"ve got are the farside demesnes" reports, and they may think those are exaggerated."
"So... what do we do?" Joshua asked. "Play it safe and say we"re above mercenary work?"
"That would be my recommendation," his father sighed. "Unfortunately-well, you tell them, Corwin."
"I took a quick sample of Council opinion right after the meeting," Corwin said.
"The eight syndics and two governors I talked to who"d followed this same line of reasoning were split straight down the middle on whether backing down would be a dangerous signal of weakness."
"If we try it and fail, what kind of a signal is that?" Joshua snorted.
Justin looked at Corwin. "What about the other Cobras on the Council?" he asked.
"Did you talk to them?"
"One of them, yes. He was more interested in discussing the various modifications that would be needed to bring the Cobras back to full war footing."
"Actually, it wouldn"t take much more than a replacement of the optical enhancement system," Jonny said. "The ones we"ve got now don"t have the multiple targeting lock we"d need in combat. We"d have to change the academic and some of the practical content of the training, too, but aside from that a changeover would be easy. The nanocomputers still carry all the combat reflex programming, certainly."
Justin"s tongue swiped briefly at his lips. Combat reflexes. The Cobra information packets were never quite that blunt; but that was, after all, what the Instant Defense Capabilities really were. Combat reflexes. What had sounded perfectly reasonable for a one-on-one confrontation with a spine leopard didn"t seem nearly as reliable for the confusion of full warfare.
Still... one of those same little computers had helped keep his father alive through three years of guerrilla war against the Trofts; his father and Cally
Halloran and hundreds of others. The computer, and the bone-strengthening laminae, and the servo motor network, and the lasers, and the sonics.... He found his eyes ranging over his father"s form as he catalogued the weaponry and equipment implanted there... the equipment that the surgeons at the Cobra
Academy would start putting into his own body tomorrow...
Someone was calling his name. Snapping out of his reverie, Justin focused on his older brother. "Sorry," he said. "Thoughts were elsewhere. What did you say?"
"I was asking what you thought of the idea of being a mercenary, if that"s what it ultimately boils down to," Corwin said. "Ethically, I mean."
Justin shrugged uncomfortably, avoiding his mother"s eyes. "Actually, it doesn"t look to me like we can be pure mercenaries on this one. We may be defending the
Worlds against an alien threat; we will be making a statement to the whole Troft
a.s.semblage as to what kind of defensive capabilities we have here. Either way, we"re ultimately serving our own people... which is what Cobras are supposed to do."
"In other words, you wouldn"t mind going off to fight?" Chrys asked quietly.