He frowned. Yes, it might be done. It wouldn't be as effective as, say, picking on Admiral Lantu, but it would help.
Lantu walked wearily into his office and hung up his body armor, smiling tiredly in answer to Hanat's greeting.
"Any luck?" she asked.
"There are times," Lantu said feelingly, "when I'm inclined to accept Father Shamar's theories of demonic intervention."
"No luck, then," she observed as she poured him a cup of hot chadan. He took it gratefully, pressing a chaste kiss to her cranial carapace, and slumped behind his desk.
"No, no luck. Whoever's running them knows what he's doing."
"Among these people" - like Fraymak, Hanat never said "infidel" anymore; then again, neither did Lantu - "it might just be a she."
"So it might. Jealous?"
"Maybe," she said, then laughed at his expression. "I'm not about to ask for a rifle, First Admiral. Their women have the size for it and ours don't. It's just that there are things I could do as well as a man."
"Yes," Lantu considered the heretical thought, "yes, I suppose so. But - "
`But Holy Terra expects Her daughters to produce children - preferably sons - for Her jihad," Hanat said in a dry, biting tone.
"Hanat," Lantu said very seriously, "you can say such things to me, here, because I have my office swept by my own people every day. Don't ever say them where Colonel Huark might hear of it."
"I won't." She bent over his desk and sorted data chips. "Here are those reports you asked for, First Admiral. And don't forget your meeting with the Fleet Chaplain at fifteen hundred."
He nodded, and she headed for the door, but his voice stopped her.
`There are things you could do as well as any man in the service, Hanat. Would you really like to do them?"
"Yes," she said, without turning. ` Yes, I wish I could." She opened the door and left, and Lantu watched it close behind her.
"Do you know," he said softly, "I wish you could, too."
". so your people will hit the Maclnnis Bay fuel depot." Caitrin MacDougall tapped the plastic laminate of a New Hebrides Fisheries map with a bayonet and met Tulloch MacAndrew's frowning eyes. "Mortar the dump and rocket the guard shacks, but the main thing is to raise enough hell to draw the Knightsbridge battalion after you. When you do, bury the tubes, hide your equipment, and move deeper into the Zone, not out. With luck, they'll sweep towards the Grampians looking for you. Got it?"
"Aye, but that's no tae sae I like it. If we're tae draw the buggers oot, let's hit `em here." Tulloch tapped a spot on the map even further from Maidstone, but Angus shook his head.
"Nay, Tulloch. If yon Shellies are willin' tae break up their `extermination squads,' I'm willin' tae stop hittin' their housing."
"Then ye'fe a fool." Tulloch was as blunt as Angus himself. `Aye, I ken they've stopped'reprisals,' but it's done nowt tae stop the killin' in the camps."
"It may not have stopped it, but the execution levels have dropped by almost seventy percent."
"An" grateful I am, Katie," Tulloch agreed, "but sae lang as they gae on killin' us, I'm game t'gae on killin' them."
"I hear ye, Tulloch," Angus said quietly. "And sae we will, but not today. I've a thought aboot that, but I need time tae work it oot."
His eyes held Tulloch's until MacAndrew nodded slowly.
Lieutenant Darhan cringed in his hole as the infidel mortars ripped off another four-shot clip. Ninety-millimeter rounds walked across the vehicle pool with metronome precision and a distinctive, easily recognized "Crack!" They were hitting him with weapons shipped here from Thebes, and doing it as well as he could nave done himself.
The infidels must have scouted the base carefully - they'd probably watched it going up, for Terra's sake! - and the first rockets had taken out both com huts and the alternate satellite link aboard the command GEV. Captain Kyhar had gone up with his vehicle - dropping command on him - and Darhan didn't know if he'd gotten off a message before he died. But he did know none of his short-range tactical corns could if Kyhar hadn't.
His perimeter was already too big for his two platoons, and rockets and mortars had chewed up his own heavy weapons with malignant precision. One machine-gun had gotten two infidel sapper teams that rushed the wire too soon, but its crew had died in a hurricane of fire when they did.
A crackling hiss lifted his head out of the hole with a curse as rockets smoked over the perimeter, towing assault charges. The flexible cables unfolded their wing-like charges over the wire, then detonated. The glare of HE not only blew the wire but cleared the mines in the gaps, and the mortars shifted back, dropping visual and thermal smoke to hide the holes.
"They're coming through the wire in Alpha Sector!" Darhan barked into his hand com. "Reserve to Alpha Two now't't"
His small reserve force scuttled through the carnage on short, strong legs, and he pounded the dirt as he urged them to greater speed. If the infidels broke through, they could swamp him by sheer weight of numbers, and -
The smoke screen lifted, and Darhan gaped at the breached wire. There wasn't an infidel in sight! But why -?
A fresh roar of assault charges shook the base, and he whirled in horror as Sergeant Targan came up on the com.
"Gamma Sector! Wire breached in Gam-"
Darhan was already running, screaming for the reserve to follow him, when the sergeant's voice cut off with sickening suddenness. He stumbled over mangled dead and wounded, eyes slitted against the smoke as dirt and flame erupted all over Gamma Sector, and a tall, long-legged shape loomed before him. His machine-pistol chattered viciously and the shape went down, but there was another behind it, and something smashed into Dar-han's body armor with terrific force. The blow slammed him onto his back, stunned and breathless, and an infidel loomed out of the smoke. She was short for a human, black hair streaming in a wild mane, and the bayonet on her Theban rifle pricked the base of his throat.
"Be still, ye miserable boggit!" she snarled, and he went limp, not knowing which hurt worse - the terrible ache in his bruised body or failure.
Colonel Fraymak tugged on his muzzle in puzzlement. Maclnnis Bay was further from the mountains than the guerrillas normally struck, and the attack pattern was. odd. Their short, vicious bombardment had scored heavily, killing or wounding a third of the guards and torching thousands of liters of Fuel, but why hadn't they exploited that success? Had somethinggone wrong from their side and forced them to break off? But Maclnnis Bay was in one of the rare timbered-off areas; his scouts should have found some sign of the raiders before they all got back under cover of the forests, for Terra's sake.
"Still nothing?"
"No, sir." Major Wantak shook his head. "I've sent in additional units from New Bern. This far into the Zone, we ought to be able to spot something before they get away."
Fraymak paused, arrested by how Wantak's comment echoed his own thoughts. Something about what his exec had said.
"Satan-Khan!" he hissed. Wantak recoiled from the venomous curse, and Fraymak shook himself. "It's a diversion! They wanted to draw our reaction!"
"But - " Wantak broke off, cranial carapace gleaming under the CP lights as he cocked his head. "It makes sense, sir, but what are they diverting us from? We haven't had any reports of other attacks.'
"No." Fraymak was bent over the map table, scrolling quickly through the projected map sheets until he had the Knightsbridge sector. "But whatever they're after, they drew Lieutenant Colonel Shemak's force first." He slapped the table, yellow eyes narrow in thought. There were over a dozen likely targets in the sector, from reeducation camps to the Maidstone depot.
"Get on the satellite net. I want a status report from every unit in the Knightsbridge sector right now!"
Lieutenant Darhan squatted in the dust on short, folded legs with the survivors of his command. Most of the infidels had already vanished into the heavily-timbered slot of the Rye River valley, leading sturdy Ter-ran mules and New Hebridan stagnorns laden witn ammunition, small arms, and rocket and grenade launchers. He'd seen Theban camouflage sheets draped over the weapon loads, and he wished to Holy Terra the quartermaster had never shipped them in. Designed to foil the thermal and magnetic detectors the infidels didn't have, they worked quite well against those the People did have.