For Every Man A Reason Part 2
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There was the usual bustle of a new military operation, the normal tension of a top-secret operation, the usual bungling and mix-up of supplies. But there was a slightly different att.i.tude toward the gradually growing base. This was not a standard military location, one that had existed for years, or an enemy one that had been captured, or even a piece of ground that had been paid for in blasted hulks and smashed bodies.
This gain was by treason.
Naturally then, the men felt contempt for the operation and their contempt was manifested in sloppiness. The commanding officers would ordinarily have become raging martinets at such lax discipline and slovenliness, but the taint and contempt of treasonous gain was upon them also.
This contempt was displayed openly whenever the Traitor came to the base. Weak egos must be flattered by derision of others. They would have killed him as a matter of course, if he hadn't been clever enough to refuse to relinquish the secret codes which allowed the friendly s.h.i.+ps to pa.s.s. Torture was obsolete, for hypnosis allowed a victim to die before he could reveal secret information.
He came every week to get free supplies and have conferences with the Intelligence men. The Traitor would walk the freshly-laid sidewalk boldly, his head up, his eyes flas.h.i.+ng about to take in every new building.
The soldiers hazed him, spitting at him, b.u.mping into him, glaring and swearing at him; but he always reciprocated with such a withering look of contempt that they soon grew tired of the sport.
The worst day for the Traitor, alias Aron Myers, was when he went into the Soldier's Club to quench his thirst of a hot day. Since it was a week-end and there was nowhere to go on what few week-end pa.s.ses were given, the Club was packed.
In the dimmed-light atmosphere, the black uniforms made the place seem filled with vagrant and ominous shadows with white faces. The noise was almost unbearable and Aron had a mind to leave.
He was confronted by a group of these shadows. They were all the same, indistinguishable in their identical uniforms, crew-cuts and young, arrogant faces.
"h.e.l.lo Mr. Myers," one of them said. "Won't you join us in a drink?"
When he started to demur, they interrupted, "But we insist, Mr. Myers."
One took him by an arm and led him to a table.
"After all," they said as the drinks came up, "We owe you at least a drink for giving us such a nice new base and everything, now don't we."
It was sarcasm, and hammy sarcasm at that, Aron thought.
He recognized the situation as another case of hazing, but this time by a group of soldiers made even more obnoxious and bellicose by the liquor in their guts.
"You don't owe me anything," Aron said, "I gave it to you for my own reasons and not for money." Sure enough, they even came out with the corny laughter.
He let them play out their little satire without protest. Their grandiose courtesy towards him, the toasts drunk in his honor. That is, until one of them, more drunk than the others, said, "Mr. Myers, I hope you don't mind my telling you, but you are a--." The epithet was a new slang word but its vileness stemmed from prehistoric days.
Aron replied with blazing eyes. "I can't insult you back and you know it. I don't want to be killed that badly. All I can say is:
"Who are you to judge me? You are blind little men in a cage trying to judge someone on the outside.
"Your hearts and minds have been forged in the crucible of duty and battle. You live for your uniforms and the distinction those uniforms bring you. You live to fight and die, to spend your spare time in dank, noisy holes like this. Drinking and lying to each other about your adventures and love-life.
"Then you try to judge galactic politics and the decisions of a man caught up in the rip tides of these politics, when all you know is your own vicious lives. You are traitors as much as any man, for you have sacrificed your normal lives to dedicate yourself to the violent dead-end of a soldier of s.p.a.ce.
"Yes, you know what I am talking about, the Fermi radiations! The hard radiations of s.p.a.ce that make every person who stays in s.p.a.ce any length of time a sure candidate for an early grave.
"You're young now, so terribly young, only twenty or so years old in a possible life-span of a hundred years.
"You are traitors to yourselves by rejecting this life-span for a few brief years of glory as a soldier, then a slow decay for ten years till you are in a grave at thirty or forty.
"Your motto ought to be, 'live fast, fight hard, die young and have a radiation-rotted corpse'.
"And yet you condemn a man because he tries to seek a few comforts from an uncomfortable, implacable universe."
They didn't get it. They never get it, he thought ruefully. They continued in their cat and mouse game until they realized the mouse refused to be terrified, then they let him go.
During the next few weeks, someone started the rumor that the Traitor was actually a native of the People's Republic who had been trained and then planted in the United Empire's TA to do this job for Intelligence.
The soldiers quickly believed it and almost came to respect the Traitor.
From the way that the Intelligence officers freely talked about cla.s.sified information with him in his weekly visits, Aron was aware that they would probably kill him once his usefulness was over. He was devising ways, though, to get around that at the last minute.
From this knowledge that had been blatantly tossed in front of him, he knew how strategic Kligor was in the stalemated war between the empires.
The People's Republic now had a fair-sized striking force based there, so that when an all-out offensive, which was scheduled in a few weeks, started, this hidden force could attack United Republic's squadrons from the rear and be doubly effective because of surprise.
So the weeks trotted by, the soldiers' camp expanding daily as the Traitor let the supply s.h.i.+ps through the barrier. There are moods in war just as in people. This was a crucial point, the People's Republic had gained a slight edge by its gain on Kligor. So the usual pitch of antic.i.p.ation was infused with the higher excitement of a sure victory.
The days were slipping furtively away as the Kligor garrison gathered itself together, crouched and got ready to spring into blind, violent action on the big day.
The laughter of the soldiers was tinged with nervous hysteria, but when they thought of that grim array of defense satellites, with its all-seeing eyes, its electronic brain, its steel guts and large parcel of h.e.l.l in its fist, all this United Empire strength protecting them, their laughter grew louder and more sincere.
Aron thanked providence that Kligor didn't have any moons. This particular night called for every ebony patch of darkness that he could find.
He was on a nocturnal visit to the base, not using his flier. He knew there were guards posted near his station that would notify the camp when this craft was used. Slipping out the night before and avoiding the guards, Aron had begun the twenty mile hike to the base.
As he neared the base his precautions increased, his speed decreasing proportionately. Avoiding the outer ring of guards was easy, as they were s.p.a.ced far apart. Moving in undetected, through the tighter nets of guards around the camp, required the skill and patience of a feline.
That this base should have foot soldiers patrolling the ground around it seemed absurd on the face of it, especially to the men who had to do it.
The planet was uninhabited and their only worry was from the skies above where the TA satellites defended them.
The Intelligence officers knew better. They knew how easily one man could slip through these defences. One man at a time, for several weeks, and a sizable ground force could be built up in some remote spot on Kligor. It was a long shot probability, but it was their duty to protect against such a probability destroying what they had achieved.
There was also a traitor, one of those fluctuating spineless things, loose on the planet--a clever man who couldn't be trusted by anyone.
This lack of trust was justified as Aron crawled and inched his way through the last circle of sentries. His whole body was a detecting device, listening for footsteps, watching for dim figures in the dark, even his nose was waiting to detect the odor of a cigarette.
According to the paper he had been lucky enough to read in the Intelligence offices when they weren't looking, he knew the Captain of the guards should be making an inspection about then. The seconds hung suspended, reluctant to pa.s.s, and Aron waited.
The Captain finally showed up, walking briskly, a smile on his face.
This smile was rudely erased and all future occasions for smiles removed by a swiftly moving figure that plunged a knife into his throat before his mind could translate the shock into a cry of alarm.
More movement on the path and a new Captain of the guards emerged, walking just as briskly, but in a new direction.
The People's Republic's base occupied the narrow end of the valley, with a canyon entrance serving as the apex of the triangle it covered. Near this apex were the buildings, the dozens of barracks and administrative buildings, all dwarfed by the ma.s.sive concrete warehouses set around them against the hills. In these warehouses were the fuel, food and munitions of the enemy.
Below these buildings were the s.h.i.+ps, first the rows of the 27 wars.h.i.+ps and then the 40 or so cargo and troop s.h.i.+ps. These supply s.h.i.+ps made up the base of the triangle. From the air these s.h.i.+ps looked like a tiny forest of needles stuck upright in the ground, but from close range on the ground, where Aron walked in the captain's uniform, they were mammoth towers of steel--again, a matter of scale.
He emerged from the sentry lines near the cargo s.h.i.+ps. These were all sealed and unoccupied and he pa.s.sed the rows of them without a glance.
It was a long walk, for the s.h.i.+ps were hundreds of feet apart. The open field where they rested had the rough ground of a meadow, making his attempted military stride more of a burlesque jerky gait while he tried not to stumble.
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