Part 1 (2/2)

At the moment, though, Johnson wasn't interested in looking anywhere except out through the panoramic window. It was double-coated to reduce reflection; peering out through it was about as close as a man could come to looking out on bare s.p.a.ce. He saw more stars than he had since another guy after the same girl sucker-punched him in high school.

The Lewis and Clark Lewis and Clark was aimed roughly in the direction of Antares, the bright red star at the heart of Scorpio. The Milky Way was near its thickest there, and all the more impressive for not being dimmed and blurred by the lights and air of Earth. But Johnson didn't pay much attention to the stars liberally sprinkled thereabouts. Instead, leaning forward in his seat, he peered farther south, toward a region that, even against the black sky of s.p.a.ce, wasn't so heavily populated. was aimed roughly in the direction of Antares, the bright red star at the heart of Scorpio. The Milky Way was near its thickest there, and all the more impressive for not being dimmed and blurred by the lights and air of Earth. But Johnson didn't pay much attention to the stars liberally sprinkled thereabouts. Instead, leaning forward in his seat, he peered farther south, toward a region that, even against the black sky of s.p.a.ce, wasn't so heavily populated.

He suddenly pointed. ”That's it! At least, I think that's it.”

Walter Stone looked at him in bemus.e.m.e.nt. ”Which one? And what's it supposed to be, anyhow?”

”That faint orange one there.” Johnson pointed again. ”I think that's Epsilon Indi, the star the Lizards call Halless. They rule a planet that goes around that star.”

”Ah.” Enlightenment filled Stone's craggy features. ”You look farther west, and up closer to the equator, you can spot Tau Ceti, too. That's the place the little scaly b.a.s.t.a.r.ds call Home.” A moment later, he said ”Home.” again, this time in the language of the Race. Returning to English, he went on, ”And Epsilon Eridani's farther west still. Rabotev is the Lizard name. Nothing to make either one of 'em stand out much. They're just stars like the sun, a little smaller, a little cooler. Epsilon Indi's quite a bit smaller and cooler.”

”Yeah.” Glen Johnson nodded. ”What I wouldn't give to be able to pay a call on the Lizards one of these days, you know what I mean?”

”Oh, yes?” Stone nodded, too. ”I know exactly what you mean. I'd say the line for that particular craving forms on the left.”

”But they can come here, so it's important important that we figure out how to go there,” Johnson said. ”Look at history. The people who discovered other people usually came off pretty well. The ones who got discovered didn't have such a happy time of it. The Spaniards got rich. The Indians ended up slaving for them. No way in h.e.l.l the Indians could have sailed to Spain, except in Spanish s.h.i.+ps.” that we figure out how to go there,” Johnson said. ”Look at history. The people who discovered other people usually came off pretty well. The ones who got discovered didn't have such a happy time of it. The Spaniards got rich. The Indians ended up slaving for them. No way in h.e.l.l the Indians could have sailed to Spain, except in Spanish s.h.i.+ps.”

”Yeah. That's interesting, isn't it?” Stone didn't sound as if he liked the way it was interesting. Then he stabbed out a finger at Johnson. ”But what about the j.a.ps? What about the G.o.dd.a.m.n j.a.ps, huh? They got discovered instead of the other way round, and they're still in business.”

”Yes, sir, that's right, they are, d.a.m.n them. But you know how come they're still in business?” Without giving Stone a chance to answer, Johnson continued, ”They're still in business because they wised up in a hurry. They learned everything they could from us and England and Germany and France, and inside of nothing flat they had their own factories going and they were making their own steams.h.i.+ps and then they could d.a.m.n well sail wherever they pleased. They started playing the same game everybody else was.”

”Yeah, and then the slant-eyed sons of b.i.t.c.hes chose to sail for Pearl Harbor and give us one right in the nuts,” Stone growled. Like most purely human conflicts, the one between the USA and j.a.pan had gone by the boards when the Lizards attacked. It was gone, but not forgotten.

”Oh, h.e.l.l, yes, sir,” Johnson said. ”But that's the point: they were able to sail across the Pacific and kick us when we weren't looking. If we're able to do that to the Lizards one of these days, we won't be so bad off. Even if we don't do it, we won't be so bad off, because we can.”

”I see what you're saying,” Stone told him. The chief pilot waved around the Lewis and Clark's Lewis and Clark's control room. ”This isn't a bad first step, is it?” control room. ”This isn't a bad first step, is it?”

”It's a lot better than what we would have had if the Lizards hadn't come, I'll tell you that,” Johnson answered. ”I wonder if we would even have been in s.p.a.ce by now.” He shrugged. ”No way to tell, I guess.” He didn't say so aloud, but he thought of the Lewis and Clark Lewis and Clark as the equivalent of the first j.a.panese-built coastal steamer, which had surely been a clumsy, makes.h.i.+ft vessel that barely dared sail out of sight of land. It was very fine in its way, but what he wanted were battles.h.i.+ps and aircraft carriers out on the open sea. as the equivalent of the first j.a.panese-built coastal steamer, which had surely been a clumsy, makes.h.i.+ft vessel that barely dared sail out of sight of land. It was very fine in its way, but what he wanted were battles.h.i.+ps and aircraft carriers out on the open sea.

Stone coughed. ”You're not supposed to be here to start a bull session, you know. You're supposed to be here to learn how to fly this thing in case Mickey and I both wake up dead one morning.”

”Sir, the only controls that are a whole lot different from ones I've used before are the ones for the reactor-and if I have to mess with those, we're all in a lot of trouble,” Johnson said. The motor sat at the end of a long boom to minimize the risk for the rest of the Lewis and Clark Lewis and Clark if anything went wrong with it. if anything went wrong with it.

”One of the reasons you're learning is that we're all liable to be in a lot of trouble,” Stone pointed out. ”Face it: you came aboard because you were curious about us, right?” Johnson could hardly argue with that; it was the Gospel truth. Stone waited to see if he'd say something anyhow, then nodded when he didn't. ”Uh-huh. Okay, you aren't the only one. What if the Lizards send a present after us? What are we going to do about it?” Okay, you aren't the only one. What if the Lizards send a present after us? What are we going to do about it?”

”Or the Germans,” Johnson said.

Stone shook his head now. ”They can't catch us, not any more. This may not sound like a hot s.h.i.+p-.01g? Wow!” He had a gift for the sardonic. ”We tack on a whole four inches to our velocity every second. Doesn't sound like much, does it? It adds up, though. At the end of a day, we're going five miles a second faster than we were when that day started. Regular rockets kick a lot harder to start with, but once they're done kicking, it's free fall the rest of the way. The n.a.z.is don't have any constant-boost s.h.i.+ps, though I'll bet you dollars to doughnuts they're working on them now. The Lizards, d.a.m.n them, do.”

”All right,” Glen Johnson said agreeably. ”Suppose they come after us at, say, .1g? That's ten times our acceleration. We can run, we can't hide, and we can't even dodge-the Lewis and Clark Lewis and Clark is about as maneuverable as an elephant on roller skates. So what do we do then? Besides go down in flames, I mean?” is about as maneuverable as an elephant on roller skates. So what do we do then? Besides go down in flames, I mean?”

”If we have to, we fight,” Stone answered. ”That's what I was coming to. The fighting controls are right here.” He pointed. ”We've got machine guns and missiles for close-in defense. None of that stuff is much different than what you used on the Peregrine, Peregrine, so you know what it can do.” so you know what it can do.”

”Nuclear tips on the missiles and all?” Johnson asked.

”That's right,” the senior pilot said, ”except you carried two and we've got a couple dozen. And that doesn't say anything about the mines.” He pointed to another rank of switches.

”Mines, sir?” Johnson raised an eyebrow. ”Now you've got me: I don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about.”

”There are five of them, one controlled by each switch here,” Stone explained. ”They're the strongest fusion bombs we can build... and they're equipped with the most sensitive timers we've got. If we know the Lizards are trying to come up our rear ends, we leave them behind, timed to explode right when the enemy s.h.i.+p is closest to them. Maybe we nail it, maybe we don't, but it's sure as h.e.l.l worth a try.”

”Even if we don't wreck it, we might fry its brains.” Johnson grinned. ”I like that. Whoever thought of it has a really sneaky mind.”

”Thank you,” Walter Stone said.

Johnson's eyebrows jumped. ”Was it you?”

Stone grinned at him. ”I didn't say that. I said, 'Thank you.' Here, let's fire up the simulator and see what you do if the Lizards decide to take a whack at us after all.”

The simulator was a far cry from the Link machines on which Johnson had trained before the Lizards came. Like so much human technology, it borrowed-stole, really-wholesale from things the Race knew and people hadn't back in 1942. The end result was something like a game, something like a G.o.d's-eye view of the real thing, with the Lewis and Clark Lewis and Clark reduced to a glowing blip on a screen, the hypothetical Lizard pursuit s.h.i.+p another blip, and all the things they might launch at each other angry little sparks of light. reduced to a glowing blip on a screen, the hypothetical Lizard pursuit s.h.i.+p another blip, and all the things they might launch at each other angry little sparks of light.

Johnson ”lost.” the Lewis and Clark Lewis and Clark six times in a row before finally managing to save the s.h.i.+p with a perfectly placed mine. By then, sweat soaked his coveralls and slid away from his forehead in large, lazy drops. ”Whew!” he said. ”Here's hoping the Lizards don't decide to come after us, because we're sure as h.e.l.l in trouble if they do.” six times in a row before finally managing to save the s.h.i.+p with a perfectly placed mine. By then, sweat soaked his coveralls and slid away from his forehead in large, lazy drops. ”Whew!” he said. ”Here's hoping the Lizards don't decide to come after us, because we're sure as h.e.l.l in trouble if they do.”

”Amen,” Stone answered. ”You will get better with practice, though-or you'd better get better, anyhow.”

”I can see that,” Johnson said. ”First couple of missions I flew, the only thing that kept me from killing myself was fool luck.” He paused, eyeing the man who was training him. ”You practice on this thing a lot, don't you?”

”Every day, every chance I get,” Stone said solemnly.

”I figured you would. It's as close as you can come to the real McCoy,” Johnson said. The senior pilot nodded once more. Johnson took a deep breath. ”Okay. With all the practice you put in, how often do you win?”

”A little less than half the time,” Stone replied. ”The G.o.dd.a.m.n Lizards can do more things than we can. Nothing's going to change that. If you can't handle the notion-well, too bad.”

”They shot me down,” Johnson said.

”Me, too.” Walter Stone reached over and slapped Johnson on the back. Without the safety strap, the blow would have knocked Johnson out of his chair. Stone went on, ”We had to be crazy, going up against the Lizards in those prop jobs?”

”They were what we had, and the job needed doing,” Johnson said. The life expectancy of a pilot who'd flown against the Lizards during the fighting was most often measured in hours. If Johnson hadn't been wounded when the Lizards knocked his plane out of the sky, if he hadn't spent a lot of his time afterwards flat on his back, odds were he would have gone up again and bought himself the whole plot instead of just a piece of it. He didn't care to dwell on those odds.

Stone said, ”I think we've put you through the wringer enough for one day. Why don't I turn you loose a couple minutes early so you can make it down to the mess hall before s.h.i.+ft change?”

”Thank you, sir,” Johnson said, and unbuckled his belt. ”My next s.h.i.+ft back here with you, I want another go at the simulator.”

”You wouldn't be much use to me if you didn't,” Stone told him. ”Somehow or other, I think that can be arranged.”

Catching one of the many handholds in the control room, Johnson swung toward the mess hall; at .01g, brachiating worked much better than walking. He almost approached eagerness. For good stretches-sometimes even for hours at a time-he could forget he was never going home again.

Lieutenant Colonel Sam Yeager was muttering at the Lizard-built computer on his desk. Sorviss, a male of the Race who lived in Los Angeles, had been doing his best to restore Yeager's full access to the Race's computer network. So far, his best hadn't been good enough. Sam had learned a great deal on the network pretending to be a male of the Race named Regeya. As Sam Yeager, human being, he was allowed to visit only a small part of the network.

”You son of a b.i.t.c.h,” he told the screen, which said ACCESS DENIED ACCESS DENIED in large red letters-Lizard characters, actually. in large red letters-Lizard characters, actually.

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