Part 23 (1/2)

The Minith did not wait long to break the resulting silence.

”The young human makes an interesting point, General.” Shan said. ”I could agree to releasing your leaders and ceasing all fighting. In exchange, you agree to allow those of us who remain to return to Waa.”

Mouse sighed. Thanks to Eli, the decision before the Minith was no longer a matter of capture or death-Mouse was certain the alien was leaning heavily away from death. The alien now had another alternative, and had latched onto it quickly.

The weariness of the past weeks settled into Mouse's bones, made itself comfortable on his tired back and shoulders. The last several hours of battle had sapped the final dregs of his willpower and strength, and it was all he could do not to flop to the floor and put his head in hands. More than anything, Mouse just wanted this all to be over.

He had often counseled Grant not to make decisions before running them past the Council. But Eli was right. The human leaders.h.i.+p was in the hands of the enemy-they couldn't decide. It was up to him. And he decided.

”Okay, Master Shan. I agree.” Mouse couldn't believe he was making the deal. Moreover, he couldn't believe that the fight against the Minith-something Earth had spent years preparing for-seemed to finally be over. There might be future conflicts or battles with the aliens, but this one had been won, and he used that knowledge to make the deal. ”Release our Leaders.h.i.+p Council. Then have your fighters leave their weapons on the ground. Once my teams are in control of each command center, we can work out how to get your fighters back on board.”

”I'll alert my forces at once.” The screen went blank as the video feed was cut. Mouse debated contacting Shan with a demand to keep the view of his command room on the screen, but dismissed the idea. If Shan wanted to renege on the deal, Mouse would know soon enough. Until something made him believe otherwise, he would hold tight to the idea that the battle was over. For now.

His shoulders slumped as the tension began to ebb from his body. He thought Grant might have been proud of him for his actions today-for the actions of the entire army he had built from nothing more than a few hundred Violents and the desire to be free from the aliens' control. But it was likely that his friend was dead. If he wasn't dead, where was he?

Mouse notice Treel at the console. The last time he had visited the alien in his quarters, the Minith had been pacing restlessly. Now, he sat quietly, almost serenely, and the human general thought he understood why.

”Looks like you may be going home soon, Treel.”

The alien curled his lips upward and his ears twitched rapidly.

CHAPTER 35.

Today is the day, Truk thought as his vehicle pushed through the crowds surrounding the ma.s.sive stage. The armed soldiers surrounding the vehicle did their best to clear a path through which his driver could pa.s.s, but the progress was agonizingly slow. He took the time to rehea.r.s.e his speech and to consider what his words and actions would mean for him.

He had been governor of his people-the highest-ranking Minith in the galaxy-for six years. In the eyes of most, he was already a success.

But not in the eyes of all.

Truk knew many considered him an unworthy imposter-a poser whose sudden attainment of the supreme position was granted through default. The position was a prize worthy of his personal greatness, he knew, but one that was tarnished by the notion that it had been won for him by the humans who destroyed the home world.

But today's events would change all that. After today, all Minith would recognize him as one of the best leaders-if not the best leader-their people had ever known. He would be acknowledged as the ruler who crushed the destroyers of the home world.

The vehicle rode high, and from his seat at the rear, he could see over the heads of the packed ma.s.ses who had come to view this special remembrance ceremony. The fact that he had ordered them here did not detract from the pleasure he felt knowing they were waiting for him. He quickly scanned the crowd for weapons and noticed none. Good. They were following his orders on that point as well. The only armed Minith he wanted at the event were those that had been selected to provide him with protection. Anonymous a.s.sa.s.sination wasn't common among their kind-it usually came from someone close, someone you knew-but it wasn't a complete impossibility.

They drew closer to the stage, and Truk, seeing it for the first time, marveled at its beauty and its size. It was exactly as he'd envisioned. Located at the far end of the open facility, the three-meter-high platform sat slightly above the tallest Minith in the crowd. It was ten meters deep and forty meters wide, which would offer more than enough room for the surprises he had in store for the horde. In the center of the main stage, a five-meter-squared dais was positioned to elevate Truk another meter. Surrounding the edges of the main stage, a two-meter-deep standing platform had been built to accommodate his armed guards. The standing platform was a meter lower than the main stage so the guards stationed there would not obstruct the view of the crowd. Around the stage, a ten-meter no-entry area was enforced with metal dividers and another rank of armed soldiers.

Behind the stage, the ma.s.sive screen showed a video projection of his vehicle as it made its way forward. Truk smiled. Everything was just as he had imagined it. Rala had performed well.

”Ghin, remind me to congratulate Trade Minister Rala on her performance.”

”Yes, sir,” the aide acknowledged. He fidgeted with his uniform, and Truk got the impression the younger Minith was primping for the coming events. As his aide and personal bodyguard, Ghin would be the only other Minith allowed on the stage during the ceremony. He no doubt wanted to look his best.

Truk made a final check of his own uniform as the vehicle finally pulled up to the edge of the stage. As ready as he would ever be, he exited when the door was opened and stared boldly at the edges of the crowd that waited just beyond the open area surrounding the stage. He nodded to the ones he recognized as he approached the steps leading up. He heard the first ”oooh-oooh-ooohs” come from the crowd.

As planned, Truk waited below as Ghin preceded him up the short flight of stairs. The ”oooh-oooh” sounds increased significantly when his aide reached the top of the stage and grew in depth and volume as Ghin made his way to the center. They increased even more when Ghin welcomed the crowd and introduced Truk.

When Truk stepped onto the raised platform, the chanting of the crowd reached a fever pitch. The sound drowned the governor in warmth and he felt as if he floated to the center of the stage.

Yes, today is the day.

Everything is in place.

The thought ran through her mind for the hundredth time. As usual, she took mental pause to ensure that nothing had been left undone, no action not taken. This was not a time for mistakes.

From her position under the stage, Rala heard the crowd giving Truk recognition. For some, the ”ooohs” were offered in recognition of his role as their current leader. For some, the recognition was honest-given as acknowledgement of the things he had done for the Minith since becoming supreme ruler. For many others, making the sound was nothing more than a rote exercise, the recognition given only because it was expected of them. It was from this latter group that a large contingent of her support base originated. These were the Minith she had recruited to her side. It was with these soldiers, politicians, and administrators that she had made deals, offered promises, and guaranteed positions. Whether she could keep those promises or not depended on her ability to navigate the rocky waters that lay before her.

She was as prepared as well as she could be. Her supporters were strategically positioned throughout the crowd. The stage and the events Truk would attempt to play out upon it had been crafted by her. The humans had been placed into position earlier in the day. Even the guards surrounding Truk had been hand-picked by her and her supporters. The theater was set perfectly. As long as everyone played their parts, she would be the new supreme ruler before the day ended. She went over the details for the hundred-and-first time and saw no flaws.

Yes, she thought, everything is in place.

It's effing hot in this d.a.m.n container, Grant thought. He glanced at what remained of his team and saw that Gee, t.i.tan, and Conway appeared to be just as miserable as he was. All had serious-looking faces-and all were beaded in sweat. Of course, the Telgorans seemed nonchalant and wholly unaffected by the heat.

The m.u.f.fled sounds that came through the walls of the container-which reminded him of the ancient metal s.h.i.+pping containers that were once common on Earth-alerted them that the Minith ceremonies had begun. When the crowd stopped that irritating ”oooh-oooh-oooh” chant, they could even hear what was being said. Right now, the current governor, Truk, was prattling on about how they were a superior race, could not be defeated, had a great future... blah, blah, blah. To Grant, the governor sounded like a typical politician from Earth.

So far, everything had proceeded exactly as Rala had told them it would. The initial plan that Grant had developed with the Waa called for him to get captured by the Minith. The idea was that he would be included in the events already planned for the other humans the Minith had taken. After meeting Rala and learning of her plans, he had quickly revised the plan. They would still be a part of the ceremonies-just a part that no one except Rala knew about. It had solved the potential problem of being injured or searched during his capture. It also allowed him to include Conway, t.i.tan, and the Telgorans-who were not part of his original ”capture” plan.

Rala had shown them the container before dawn and instructed them in how to open the doors from the inside. According to her, it would be one of two such containers located directly behind the stage where the ceremony was taking place. Her plan, as she explained it, was to take out Truk, then give Grant and his team a signal to show themselves. They would then make their entrance, and all would live happily ever after.

Yeah, right.

Grant knew a disaster when he saw one, and this one had all the signs of a major catastrophe. The last straw for him had been when Rala demanded they leave their weapons behind before entering the container. Despite the fact that his original plan would have had him going into the scenario unarmed, now that things had changed, there was no way he was going to let that happen. Fortunately, she finally relented when she saw that he would not change his mind. For Grant, it was a clear signal that the Minith female wanted to hold all the cards-and she wanted them played out her way. Well, that was just too d.a.m.n bad. Grant had his own plans.

If it made sense to wait for Rala's signal, they would do so. On the other hand, if Grant felt they needed to bust up the party sooner, he would be the one to make that call. In the meantime, he tried to focus on the prattle coming through the walls and wiped the sweat from his eyes.

Yeah, it's too d.a.m.n hot in this container.

Not long now, Oiloo thought as he observed the events taking place on the stage. The vid feed he was receiving from Waa was wonderful, but that was to be expected. He and his armada of battle craft were much less than a light year away. Waiting.

The Circle of Administrators had not relented on their desire to remain out of the local conflict between the Minith and the humans. But he had gotten them to agree that prudence was also important. If the conflict did not work itself out as they hoped, it would be best if they were prepared-just in case.

So far, everything on the screen was happening just as he antic.i.p.ated. If all went well, his alien puppet would soon be the leader of her pitiful race-and then they could work together to get the agsel flowing again. If things did not go as planned, then... well, they were prepared.

Yes, he thought. Either way, it won't be long now.