Part 11 (1/2)

”As always, Sergeant Major.”

As the rental car pulled up, Hennessey thought to ask: ”You were never stationed on the Ciudad Ciudad side, were you?” side, were you?”

”No, sir. I've been here, of course, but only to pa.s.s t'rough.”

”Okay, I'd better drive. I know the way. I'm also more used to the...shall we say... elan elan with which they drive here.” with which they drive here.”

The drive from the airport to the Julio Caesare was uneventful. Check-in, too, at the hotel went smoothly, as expected. The rooms proved more than adequate. As Hennessey was unpacking, the room telephone rang. ”A young lady to see you, sir. ”Lourdes,” she says her name is.”

”Yes, fine. Please have her escorted to my room.”

”I am here to see one of your guests,” Lourdes told the man at the registry counter. ”Patrick Hennessey.”

The man looked her over briefly and came to a rapid conclusion Hooker. A high end model, I suspect. Hooker. A high end model, I suspect.

Lourdes' already huge brown eyes widened further still. He can't really think...oh, no...I don't look...I don't dress...I hardly even wear any make up...he can't really. Dammit I'm a good girl! He can't really think...oh, no...I don't look...I don't dress...I hardly even wear any make up...he can't really. Dammit I'm a good girl!

She said nothing except to sigh as the man picked up the telephone and announced her, then signaled for a bellhop. The bellhop came up to stand beside her, a wide smirk on his face. He thinks so, He thinks so, too? too?

Lourdes followed the bellhop to the elevator, embarra.s.sment and not a little anger growing inside her with each step. She stewed in simmering juices while waiting for the elevator doors to open. She thought, I should have just asked for the room number and told them I could find it myself. But then...no...if I knew my way around the hotel they would probably be certain instead of just guessing. I should have just asked for the room number and told them I could find it myself. But then...no...if I knew my way around the hotel they would probably be certain instead of just guessing.

Lourdes and the bell hop rode up past several floors before the bell chimed, the elevator stopped and the doors opened. She let herself be led to Hennessey's room quietly, like a sheep to slaughter.

Hennessey opened his door, a few minutes later, in answer to the bellhop's knock. Tipping the man a tetradrachma and dismissing him, he gestured for Lourdes Nunez-Cordoba to enter. She hesitated, automatically. Helping find a house for someone you barely knew was one thing; being alone in a hotel room with a near stranger was something a Balboan girl of good upbringing just didn't do. The thought of what the hotel staff had a.s.sumed about her made her skin crawl.

Overcoming her rearing, Lourdes walked in. ”It's very nice to see you again, Patricio.”

”And you, too. Have you been well?”

”I'm all right, but my work has closed because of the world's economy since the First Landing attacks. I know after all you've suffered that's small beans, but I'm out of a job. My family has been supporting me. With business so depressed, and so many people out of work, I doubt I will find another job soon.”

”You already have one, working for me, if you want to and are willing to put up with some conditions.”

Lourdes immediately raised a suspicious eyebrow. ”What conditions?” she asked. I am a good girl dammit! You may be good looking, but you are not THAT good looking. I am a good girl dammit! You may be good looking, but you are not THAT good looking.

Understanding, in part at least, Hennessey chuckled slightly. ”Probably not not what you're thinking. Firstly, your job will be general clerical, with some supervisory responsibilities, work gangs and such, and some teaching. Second, the pay is twelve hundred per month plus room and board. You'll earn your pay, believe me. I am not easy to work for.” Twelve hundred per month was good pay, very good, by the standards of the Republica de Balboa. what you're thinking. Firstly, your job will be general clerical, with some supervisory responsibilities, work gangs and such, and some teaching. Second, the pay is twelve hundred per month plus room and board. You'll earn your pay, believe me. I am not easy to work for.” Twelve hundred per month was good pay, very good, by the standards of the Republica de Balboa.

”I don't believe that.”

”Believe it, Lourdes. I'm not a nice man.”

”I don't believe that, either.” The woman thought for a while. This is the best offer I've had lately. This is the best offer I've had lately. Reaching a decision, she answered, ”I'll take it.” Reaching a decision, she answered, ”I'll take it.”

”Good. I'd hoped you would. You're on the payroll as of the beginning of the eighth month. I'll have your first monthly paycheck for you tomorrow. Oh, yes, there is one other thing before you commit yourself. I expect absolute loyalty, discretion, and obedience from those who work for me. You must also never tell anyone, not your boyfriend, your parents, or your priest no one what you do for me or what I do. Can you do that?”

”I don't have a boyfriend right now. I'm a Baptist, so I don't have a priest. I can keep quiet.” She hesitated. ”Are you planning something illegal? I don't want anything to do with drugs...or guns.”

”No drugs. And we won't be running running guns, if that's what you're worried about.” guns, if that's what you're worried about.”

”All right then. What's my first job?”

”For now, you're going to lunch with myself and a few close friends. Then we'll meet the real estate agent you found for me.”

Chorrera Province, Republic of Balboa, 13/8/459 AC ”Senor, I am certain this will fit your needs,” announced the fat, greasy-looking realtor. He may have been fat and greasy looking, but Lourdes had checked and he had an enviable reputation for fair dealing.

It had taken four days, and fourteen houses and ranches, before the realtor had finally brought them to something appropriate. Lourdes had not understood what was wrong with the others they had seen. Hennessey hadn't bothered to explain. The one in front of which Hennessey, McNamara, the realtor, the two engineers and Lourdes stood seemed close to fitting the bill. It was some eighteen or twenty miles east of Balboa City, on a promontory overlooking the ocean, a mansion of sorts, old and built of stone, with a high stone retaining wall fronting the highway to the south and east. It had the ”haunted house” look that said it hadn't been occupied or properly cared for for some years.

”What do you think, Sergeant Major?”

McNamara's head leaned a bit to the side, contemplating. ”Security potential is good, very good. We've got cliffs on t'ree sides. Hard for someone to get in directly. A little wire would make it even harder. T'en t'ere's t'e wall around it. T'at can be improved a bit, too; wire...broken gla.s.s...watchposts or security cameras...t'at sort of t'ing. I figure an easy one hundred and fifty meter clear zone inside t'e wall, twice t'at on t'e side facin' t'e road. It's t'e best we've seen so far. And, you know, sir, it's actually a perfect place to control t'e highway from t'e City to t'e interior, if we ever needed to. I'd like to see it from t'e air before you buy it t'ough.”

”Good thought.” Hennessey considered for a moment, then said, ”Lourdes, please take the car and the sergeant major back to the city. Go to La Punta Airport. Rent an airplane or a helicopter, if you can, with a pilot. Then, Sergeant Major, I want you to check this place out from above. The realtor can drive the rest of us back after we look over the inside. We'll meet you back at the hotel.”

Restraining the impulse to salute barely McNamara contented himself with a nod and left. Lourdes turned and followed McNamara quietly as Hennessey and his engineers, Esterhazy and Clean, walked forward to inspect the mansion.

”Where do you know Patricio from, Sergeant Major?” Lourdes kept her eyes on the road as she and the CSM chatted.

”T'e old man? We go back a few years. Have kind of a mutual admiration society. He t'inks I'm about t'e best Sergeant Major he ever met.” McNamara chuckled and flashed a smile brilliant in his homely black face. ”And I am am. I know he's about t'e best commander I ever met...at any rank.”

”What makes him so special?” Besides that he's cute...and I don't think you care about that. Besides that he's cute...and I don't think you care about that.

”If you were a soldier it would be easier to explain. I don't know how to explain it to a civvie.”

”Try.”

”He's a warrior; t'e real article, no fake. He's afraid of absolutely not'ing. A lot of people aren't afraid of deat', and neit'er is he. But it's rare not to fear even disgrace...and he don't. Why, when our brigade commander once told him to stop training to fight or get relieved...but never mind t'at. Long story. Sad one, too.” McNamara sighed, despondently.

”He wasn't always well liked in t'e Army. As a matter of fact he was sometimes hated. Smart as h.e.l.l; too too smart for some. Too...aggressive. Also he's t'e best trainer of infantry, any soldiers really, t'at I've ever seen. I've never met anyone who even came close, and I've worked for t'e big boys. He can take a group of nice clean-cut kids and make t'em into fanatics in about six mont's. And he loves soldiers. We tend to reciprocate when we get a boss like t'at. After a few months' acquaintance troops'll die for him.” smart for some. Too...aggressive. Also he's t'e best trainer of infantry, any soldiers really, t'at I've ever seen. I've never met anyone who even came close, and I've worked for t'e big boys. He can take a group of nice clean-cut kids and make t'em into fanatics in about six mont's. And he loves soldiers. We tend to reciprocate when we get a boss like t'at. After a few months' acquaintance troops'll die for him.”

”I find it hard to believe that,” Lourdes commented.

McNamara gave her a look that was half pitying.

Seeing the look, Lourdes said, ”He told me that he wasn't a very nice man.”

The sergeant major laughed aloud. ”T'at's a crock. If you're one of his t'ere's no battle he won't fight for you; not'in' he won't do. Take me, for example. I was slowly dyin' from sheer lack of purpose. T'en he came about two t'ousand miles to find me and give me a reason to go on living, to make my last years good ones. No, he is a very very nice man. Besides, you should see him some time, when t'e bullets are flying and the mortar rounds going nice man. Besides, you should see him some time, when t'e bullets are flying and the mortar rounds going crump crump. Eyes glowing from inside inside, I swear to it.”

”And what are the two of you going to do?”

”I don't know all of t'e details yet. What I do know is t'at we're goin' to work to make an army for Balboa to help in t'is war...and to make it a good one. He's bringin' in anot'er eighteen or twenty people, specialists sort of, to help wit' t'e work.”

Lourdes thought about that as she drove. A ”good” army? My country has never had a ”good” army. Whatever army we have had has typically been just an instrument of oppression, corruption, or more usually both. But those problems are out of A ”good” army? My country has never had a ”good” army. Whatever army we have had has typically been just an instrument of oppression, corruption, or more usually both. But those problems are out of my my ability to influence in any case. Who knows, maybe here I might be able to do some good. ability to influence in any case. Who knows, maybe here I might be able to do some good.