The Complete Hammer's Slammers: Volume 3 (94 page)

Huber nodded to Deseau. Learoyd had the receiver cover of the left wing tribarrel raised to adjust the feed mechanism. The crew of a CO’s vehicle caught a lot of extra work, which bothered Huber. Neither Deseau nor Learoyd seemed to notice, let alone care.

And it wasn’t like either one of them wanted to be platoon leader.

A group of military and civilian personnel were getting out of one of the aircars. Among them was an attractive—

Via! The attractive young woman was Daphne Priamedes, and the senior officer whom she’d bent to help to exit was her father, Colonel Apollonio Priamedes. Huber’d never expected to see either one of them again.

Lindeyar had arrived in the other vehicle, alone except for three bodyguards. Huber looked at him and smiled wryly. How many people have I killed in the last two days? And not one of them anybody I knew, let alone disliked.

“Colonel?” Huber said aloud. “There’s two more aircars coming from the south. I guess you’ve already got that under control, but—”

“But you thought you’d make sure I had the information,” Hammer said with an approving nod. “Right, I do.”

He gestured to the southern sky. “That’s the UC delegation,” he said. “They’re our principals on this contract so they need to be here.”

The first starship settled onto the far end of the pad, close by the ship that had brought the Waldheim Dragoons. The new vessel was about the size of the one that had held an entire brigade of armored cavalry. Its sizzling discharge ceased, but the concrete continued to vibrate at a dense bass note.

Lindeyar straightened the fall of his jacket and strode into the laager past the combat cars. His bodyguards waited beyond the circle.

The civilians who’d arrived in the other vehicle huddled for a moment. The old man wearing a fur stole and cap of office directed a question at Colonel Priamedes with a peevish expression.

Priamedes snapped a reply and walked after Lindeyar, his daughter at his side. Daphne kept her face blank, but Huber could see from the way she held herself that she was ready to grab her father if his body failed him. Exchanging looks of indignation, the four civilians followed.

The two aircars coming from the south landed with a brusque lack of finesse; one even bounced. Huber leaned back slightly to get a better look between two vehicles of Lieutenant Messeman’s platoon. He’d been right about what he thought he’d seen: the four civilians getting out of the aircars were members of the UC Senate whom he’d seen before when he was assigned to duties in Benjamin, but White Mice were driving and guarding them. Their battledress was as ragged as Huber’s own, and one trooper’s plastron had been seared down to the ceramic core.

The man in the fur cap glared at Hammer. “You sir!” he said. “I’m President Rihorta. Colonel Priamedes tells me you’re the chief of these hirelings. May I ask why it’s necessary to hold these discussions in such a, such a—”

At a loss for words, he waved a hand toward the chaos beyond. His sleeves were fur-trimmed also. As if on cue, a fuel tank in the vehicle park exploded, sending a bubble of orange fire skyward.

“—a place?”

“Well, Mr. President . . .” Hammer said, putting a hand under his breastplate to take some of its chafing weight off his shoulders. “If I needed a better reason than that I felt like it, I’d say because it’ll convince you that you don’t have any choice. I could burn all of Bezant down around your ears even easier than I took the spaceport that your survival depends on.”

“Bezant is a civilian center, not a proper target of military operations,” Colonel Priamedes said in a tight voice.

“Is it?” Hammer snapped at the Solace officer. “I could say the same about Benjamin, couldn’t I?”

He waved his hand curtly. “But we’re not here to discuss, gentlemen,” he went on. “We already did all the discussing we needed to with those—”

He pointed to the bullet-gouged hull of the combat car he’d arrived in.

“—and with the hogs. We’re here to dictate the end of the war on such terms as seem good to our principals.”

The UC senators walked between the combat cars with as much hesitation as the Solace delegation had shown. One of them was coughing. The air reeked of smoke and ozone, so familiar to Huber that he hadn’t thought about it till he watched the civilians’ grimaces and shallow breaths.

A woman of thirty wearing battledress of an unfamiliar pattern entered the laager with the UC civilians. She nodded to Hammer, then stood at parade rest and watched the by-play with eyes that were never still.

“Masters and mistresses,” Hammer said. His tone was even, but Huber noticed he gripped his breastplate fiercely enough to mottle his knuckles. “You politicians probably know each other—”

The delegations exchanged wary glances, even faint nods. They had more in common with one another than they did with the soldiers and war material surrounding them.

“—and you know Mister Lindeyar—”

The Nonesuch official looked around the gathering, his face without expression.

“—but you may not know Mistress Dozier, who’s the Bonding Authority representative with responsibilities for the contracts here on Plattner’s World.”

The woman in battledress said, “Good day. I’m here solely as an observer, of course. My organization has no interest in the negotiations between principals except to see that all parties adhere to the contracts which we oversee.”

The second starship was in its final approach. Hammer raised his hand in bar. President Rihorta started speaking anyway, but the overwhelming CRACKLE CRACKLE CRACKLE penetrated even his self-absorption after a moment.

When the sound and dazzling corona died away, Sigmund Lindeyar said, “Rather than draw these proceedings out unnecessarily, I’m going to take charge now. Nonesuch has been subsidizing the mercenaries which the Outer States have hired for this conflict. In fact some eighty percent of the charges have come from our coffers—”

“What!” said President Rihorta. “But you’ve been insisting we raise port duties to upgrade the facilities!”

“You traitorous scum,” Colonel Priamedes said in a quiet voice, stepping toward Lindeyar. Daphne tried to stop him. Huber placed himself in front of the Solace officer and held till weakness and Daphne’s efforts forced Priamedes back.

His knees started to buckle. Huber caught him and shifted around to his right side, continuing to support Priamedes while Daphne held her father’s other arm.

“I’m scarcely a traitor, Colonel,” Lindeyar said with a chuckle. He fluffed the lapel of his jacket. “I’ve been quite successful in advancing the interests of my nation . . . which is Nonesuch, you will recall.”

The UC delegates were whispering among themselves. Lindeyar fixed them with his cold eyes and said, “Now as for you gentlemen—”

The word was a sneer.

“—the first thing you need to know is that my government has withdrawn its financial support. I’ve already informed the Bonding Authority—”

Mistress Dozier nodded agreement.

“—that as of this moment, Nonesuch will no longer pay the wages of the mercenaries employed on Plattner’s World. Therefore unless the UC and its local partners are capable of paying those charges by themselves, the war is over and all the mercenaries will go home immediately. Can you pay, gentlemen?”

The four UC senators gaped at Lindeyar. Minister Graciano said, “Good Lord, man, of course we can’t. But why would we want to? We’ve won. This is what we’ve been hoping for all along!”

“Mister Lindeyar,” Major Pritchard said, “there was discussion about transferring the contract of Hammer’s Regiment to Nonesuch directly.”

Lindeyar met the unspoken question with a wintry smile. “Was there?” he said. “Perhaps there was. In the event, however, my government has decided to depend on its national forces for defense of its new concession here on Plattner’s World.”

The third starship landed near the two which had arrived minutes before. Huber couldn’t see the ships from where he stood, but while everyone waited for the roar to quiet he shifted the upper right quadrant of his faceshield to the view from an H Company tank on the north side of Port Plattner.

Hatches on the first ship began to open as soon as the third touched down. The crew had been waiting till that moment. As close as the vessels were to one another, there might have been danger if the first-landed had begun disembarking previously.

The first personnel out were ship’s crewmen, adjusting the ramps with hydraulic jacks. Starship personnel were used to the agonizing disorientation of interstellar travel. They had the same splitting headaches, the same blurred vision, and the same nausea as those who traveled less often, but they’d learned to work through the pain.

The noise died away. As Huber cut his remote to return to Lindeyar’s response, he saw huge tanks on caterpillar treads starting to roll out of the starship.

“That’s right, you’ve won, gentlemen,” Lindeyar said with dripping disdain. “Go home and tell your people about your victory. Celebrate!”

He swung his blond, handsome head about the circle like a wolf surveying the henhouse he’s just entered. “As for you, Mister President and your fellows, our terms are simple: Port Plattner is now an extraterritorial division of the Polity of Nonesuch. Port controls and fees are no longer your concern. If you choose to argue the matter, then we’ll take over the administration of all Solace.”

He pointed his left arm to the north, fingers outstretched, though he didn’t turn his head away from the Solace delegation. “There’s a division of the Nonesuch National Guard on the ground already. We can bring more troops in if we have to, but given the condition of your forces that obviously won’t be necessary. And if you’re thinking of mercenaries—I’m afraid you’ve overextended your off-planet credit already. Now that you no longer hold Port Plattner, Solace is bankrupt. The money you’ve placed with the Bonding Authority will just cover repatriation of the units already contracted to you, and the Authority won’t approve any further hires.”

All eyes turned to Mistress Dozier. She shrugged and said without emphasis, “The Authority isn’t in the business of making moral judgments. We’re employed—”

Her face hardened.

“—by all parties, let me remind you, to enforce contracts, nothing more. Mister Lindeyar has correctly stated the situation insofar as the Bonding Authority is concerned.”

Colonel Priamedes’ head lolled on Huber’s shoulder. “Papa?” Daphne whispered urgently.

Huber touched the colonel’s throat with an index and middle finger; his pulse was strong. Priamedes hadn’t recovered from the knocks he’d taken at Northern Star Farms, and the present events were simply more than his system could handle without shutting down.

Huber’s leg didn’t hurt anymore; the adrenaline surging through him was the best medicine for pain. He didn’t know how long he could keep this up, but for the time being he could do his job— whatever that job turned out to be. He eyed Sigmund Lindeyar without expression.

“I don’t have to explain this to Colonel Hammer,” Lindeyar said, “but for the rest of you I’ll point out that any mercenary unit which works without a paid contract becomes an outlaw in the eyes of the Bonding Authority. Civilization can’t survive with bands of mad dogs roving from planet to planet without rules.”

Hammer began to laugh so hard that his loose breastplate flapped back and forth. He said, “Oh, what a principled gentleman you are, Master Lindeyar!” and then bent over again in another spasm of mirth.

“On behalf of the Colonel,” Major Pritchard said as the delegates of both sides stared at Hammer in disbelief, “I can assure you that Hammer’s Regiment is scrupulously careful to operate within the constraints of the Bonding Authority. We aren’t vigilantes who imagine that it’s our duty to impose justice. . . .”

Pritchard swept the politicians with a gaze as contemptuous as that of Lindeyar a few moments earlier. He went on, “And if we were, we’d be hard put to find an employer who could meet our standards, wouldn’t we?”

Lindeyar seemed more disconcerted by Hammer’s laughter than he might have been by anger. He looked at the bodyguards standing by the aircar he’d arrived in: all three had their hands in plain sight. When he followed their gaze back, he saw Deseau’s tribarrel aimed at them. Frenchie grinned down and pointed his right index finger at Lindeyar’s face like a pistol.

In a careful voice, Lindeyar said, “Of course, Colonel Hammer, your troops’ performance on Plattner’s World won’t go unnoticed, particularly the brilliant stroke by which you captured the port here. I’m sure you’ll have no difficulty finding employment in the near future.”

Hammer straightened. The laughter was gone; he gave Lindeyar a look of cold appraisal.

“I worry about a lot of things, Mr. Lindeyar,” he said. “It’s my job to worry; I’m in charge. But I’ve never had to worry about somebody hiring us. My Slammers are the best there is, and the whole universe knew it before we came here to Plattner’s World.”

Lindeyar nodded, licking his lips. “Yes, of course,” he said. He cleared his throat before going on, “Since there’s no need to conclude the formalities at this moment, I’ll be off to other matters which require my attention. President Rihorta, I’ll be in touch with you regarding the wording of your government’s concession of Port Plattner.”

He backed away from the circle, smiling fitfully each time his eyes met those of one of the Slammers. His hip bumped Foghorn’s skirt; he turned with a shocked expression, then walked at an increasing pace to his aircar.

Colonel Priamedes was able to support his own weight again. Huber released him and stepped aside, though Daphne kept hold of her father’s other arm.

“I guess you people have things you’d better be about as well,” Hammer said, surveying the delegations. All the civilians seemed to be on the verge of collapse; Priamedes, whose difficulties were merely physical, had gotten his color back and now stood straight. “Go on and do them.”

He focused on Minister Graciano. “You and I’ll talk regarding financial arrangements tomorrow. Mistress Dozier, you’ll be present?”

“Yes, of course,” the Bonding Authority representative said.