Part 12 (1/2)

Drama Department, University of Balboa, 18/8/459 AC The campus really should have been moved. Sitting, really sprawling, as it did between the financial district, the high end shopping district, and the hotel and casino district, the land on which the university sat was not only too valuable for its current use, it wasn't even convenient any longer to the bulk of its students.

Leaving Soult to guard the Phaeton, Hennessey walked to the drama department. Rather, he searched for it on foot. It was only with difficulty that he finally manahed to find it. When he did find it, a secretary showed him to the office of Professor Ruiz, with whom he had an appointment. Hennessey had gotten Ruiz's name from Parilla along with an introduction. The professor had a reputation of being a nationalist to a degree even greater than the University norm. When Hennessey had made the appointment, he had given his name as Patricio Carrera. Under Balboan law, he'd become Hennessey de Carrera at the same time Linda had become Carrera de Hennessey.

Ruiz's office was shabby and rundown, as was much of the University. Books, papers, and binders littered it in the universal academic decor. The professor was not run down but his gla.s.ses were dirty and his tie-less s.h.i.+rt wrinkled.

Ruiz made a place for Hennessey to sit by moving some books from a chair to the floor. Once Hennessey had sat down, Ruiz asked, ”And so how may I help you, Senor Carrera?”

”Professor, I want to fund a series of projects, one of them a movie. Your name was given to me by General Parilla as someone who might be inclined to make the kind of movie and oversee the kind of projects I want.”

”And what kind of movie would that be?” Ruiz asked.

”Frankly, I want a propaganda movie. I want-”

Hennessey stopped speaking when Ruiz's secretary brought in two cups of coffee. Ruiz pa.s.sed over the sugar and waited for Hennessey to continue.

”As I was saying, I want to make a propaganda movie...about the 447 invasion. I am told you might be able to make such a movie, given funding.”

Ruiz brightened immediately. He began to wax about the terrible atrocities largely fictional committed by the Federated States, the suffering of the people, the destruction of the economy. Ruiz paused. ”But aren't you a gringo, yourself?” he asked, doubtfully.

”I am. And I am not remotely interested in an anti-FSC movie. Oh, don't misunderstand; the Federated States is going to have to be the enemy. But I need them to be an honorable enemy. As for atrocities; that's not the message I wish this movie to send. Perhaps later we'll do another...on a different kind of atrocity.” Hennessey smiled before continuing, ”The kind of film you are thinking of tells about the evil of the Federated States. What good would that do, even if true? We have bigger enemies. Worse ones, too, now. Enemies of our entire civilization. So, really, Professor, what good?”

”It would help rally the people against this puppet government. That is quite a bit, don't you think?”

Hennessey shrugged. ”Up to a point. But I don't want to demoralize the people. I have a different idea. Let's not spend our effort showing the Federated States as bad. Anyone here in Balboa who believes that already doesn't need further convincing. Instead, let's work on showing Balboa and Balboans as good. With, and I cannot emphasize this enough, the glaring exception of General Pina, of course.”

Ruiz looked confused and uncertain. ”But everyone in the country would agree even more on that. What's the point?”

Hennessey thought that Ruiz was perhaps overoptimistic. Few in Colombia Latina, Spanish- and Portuguese-speaking Columbia, had any real faith in their own governments and societies.

He answered, ”That depends on how we go about it. I want a film about Balboan soldiers doing their duty unto death. I want you to write a script, or have one written, about the last stand of the BDC in the Estado Mayor. I want the film to give three main messages. First, I want the movie to show that the BDC troops in the Estado Mayor fought as well as any troops ever have, as well as the gringos did...or better. Since I was there at the time, I can a.s.sure you that this is the truth. This will tell the people that they are not inferior, not helpless. Second, and without going to the level of the ridiculous, I want the movie to show that the only reason the BDC lost was because they were outnumbered and outgunned, not outfought. Third, and this will probably require the greatest artistry on your part, I want the message sent that while the battle was physically lost, morally it must be seen as a victory.”

”There were so few survivors at the Estado Mayor, I mean that it will be difficult to be accurate.”

Hennessey smiled grimly. ”So much the better. Without witnesses there will be few to criticize what the story shows if we're broadly and generally realistic. Get copies of some of the movies made by all sides during the Great Global War, The Fighting O'Rourkes, The Fighting O'Rourkes, maybe. Maybe maybe. Maybe Kohlstadt, Kohlstadt, too. You'll see what I mean.” too. You'll see what I mean.”

Ruiz hesitated. ”I would like to do the script myself, but I don't know anything about soldiers or fighting.”

”Don't worry about that, Professor. I have several first-cla.s.s technical experts coming who can a.s.sist you. In addition,” Hennessey handed over the draft of the history he had been working on with Jimenez, ”here's an accurate version of the truth as seen by both sides.”

Ruiz flipped through the draft quickly. His English was acceptable for the purpose. ”How quickly do you need this done, Mr. Carrera?”

”In the GGW films like this were turned out in as little as three months. I'll give a little more time than that; five months, say. At the end of that time I want to see a rough cut. Can you do the job on five hundred thousand?”

”If I start today, and can keep costs low, which is a very big if if, then yes.”

”Then start today, Professor Ruiz. I'll be in touch.”

”You mentioned other projects.”

Hennessey nodded. ”Ah. Yes. Several, a.s.suming the movie makes a reasonable profit. I need radio and TV propaganda. I need newspaper propaganda. I will want a series of soap operas; 'Novellas,' you call them. I am thinking of six.”

”Concerning?”

”Well, for the first use as a working t.i.tle ”El Rasul” the Prophet. I want it to be on the oppression and betrayal of Christians under Mohammed when Islam first reared its head on Old Earth. Historical accuracy is unimportant. I want to plant the thought in Balboa that Islam is evil and false in its very roots. For the second, ”Los Esclabos,” a romance of Christian lovers torn apart by Moslem slavers. He goes to a galley, she to a harem, to rape, and then to a brothel. For the third, ”El Martillo,” I want the turning back of the Moslem tide of conquest at Tours, on Old Earth. Also a romance...”

”Why so many romances?” asked the Professor.

”Because I want the women women of Balboa enraged at the very thought of sharing a planet with Salafis. For the fourth, ”Lepanto”...” of Balboa enraged at the very thought of sharing a planet with Salafis. For the fourth, ”Lepanto”...”

Casa Linda, 22/8/459 AC With a substantial expenditure of cash, Lourdes, Clean and McNamara had worked a miracle or ten in getting as much of the house ready as they had. All of the floors had been redone, the walls of the common areas on the first floor painted or papered, barring only those which were already paneled. The paneling was old mahogany, individual planks of fine wood, and far too nice to cover. Lourdes was given the task of furnis.h.i.+ng the place.

”Use your own judgment,” Hennessey told her. ”You dress well. I trust your taste. Besides, the people I have coming are used to Army Army furniture: often poor quality, almost always tasteless. They'll be impressed if the stuff isn't outright furniture: often poor quality, almost always tasteless. They'll be impressed if the stuff isn't outright ugly ugly. Hmmm...try to stay within budget, Okay?”

Lourdes was warmed slightly. He likes the way I dress. He thinks I have good taste. He...he He likes the way I dress. He thinks I have good taste. He...he trusts trusts me. me. She flashed him a brilliant smile, which quickly turned to a frown when he failed even to notice. She flashed him a brilliant smile, which quickly turned to a frown when he failed even to notice.

Hennessey's own quarters, and some of the common areas, had been filled with some of his own, or rather his and Linda's, furnis.h.i.+ngs. David had taken some leave from his job and overseen the move. Hennessey now sat on one of those chairs, sipping a scotch on ice. Among other things the CSM had done to prepare the place was to furnish a bar. Hennessey swirled the ice and sniffed, savoring the peaty aroma.

The CSM and Lourdes were currently at the airport picking up the troops. Hennessey thought they might even be on their way back by now; David would see the troops through the Aduana Aduana. He was filled with a curious sense of almost happiness such as he hadn't known in some time. Whether this was because he was soon to see many old friends, because it heralded the start of real work again, or because he was an imperceptible measure closer to his goals, he couldn't have said.

Johnson and Kennison had wired ahead with the names of those they had recruited, the names encoded by prearranged numbers. The list had pleased Hennessey immensely; twenty-four good men including himself, McNamara, Esterhazy and Clean were all anyone needed for the early stage of a job like the one he planned. He had them...plus Lourdes. Lourdes? Pretty girl. Nice girl. In another time...another life...oh, well. Lourdes? Pretty girl. Nice girl. In another time...another life...oh, well. He pushed her from his mind. He pushed her from his mind.

Hennessey had wanted to go to the airport but McNamara had talked him out of it. In retrospect, he had realized, the Sergeant Major was right. It was better for McNamara himself to get the troops, billet them, put out the rules of the house, and then have Hennessey make the grand entrance. The troops had signed on for a military enterprise; the more like a military enterprise this looked, the happier they would be. Stage management? Not my forte. So I will, for once, listen to someone like Mac who understands it. Stage management? Not my forte. So I will, for once, listen to someone like Mac who understands it.

There had been some discussion, too, as to whether or not the troops should come in separately. Ultimately, McNamara had nixed that.

”Too much bot'er. Besides, if t'ey come in openly an toget'er, lookin' like t'ey're supposed to, soldiers, t'e customs and immigration people will be too afraid to say anyt'ing about it...for now. But if t'ey come in separately, t'ey would look like a bunch of criminals d.a.m.ned suspicious, anyway to anyone who can add t'eir names, origins, and destinations up and come up wit' us us!”

Hennessey had, eventually, agreed.

From the upper back porch of Hennessey's quarters he could see for some dozens of miles out over the Mar Furioso Mar Furioso. The smell of Balboan cooking wafted up from the kitchen below and on the other side of the house. It reminded him of Linda, painfully so. He continued to gaze out over the ocean, mulling his plans over in his mind.

Hennessey sat there, just staring at the distant waves and thinking, for perhaps an hour. Then came from below the sound of moving vehicles, two autos and a step van hired for the occasion, grinding up the gravel of the front drive. This pulled him from his reveries. The Sergeant Major's melodic Maiden Islands voice, loud but not shouting, and the opening and closing of automobile doors, told Hennessey that his new command had arrived.

Inside the first floor foyer, the sergeant major had the troops pile their bags against the wall by the stairs. He then brought them into the living room opposite what even Lourdes was beginning to call ”the mess.”

Mac said, ”Welcome, gentlemen, to your new home. Later, I'll be showin' you to your quarters. For now I want to give you t'e rules of the house and t'e organization. First off, t'e house rules. You are expected to keep your own quarters clean; t'at goes for both officers and non-coms. It ain't because t'e boss can't afford more maids. It's because we want as few outside ears listening in as possible. T'is might change, later.

”Meal times are 0800 to 0900, 1130 to 1230, and 1800 to 1900. T'e kitchen is t'e province of t'e chief cook. She's a tough old b.i.t.c.h, so no snackin'. If you miss a meal, other t'an in t'e line of duty, tough s.h.i.+t. If it's in line o' duty, she can maybe be persuaded.

”Second is t'e schedule. Physical training will be conducted from 0600 to 0715, Monday t'rough Sat.u.r.day. I will lead it, initially. Starting next week we will begin to rotate leaders.h.i.+p of t'e PT sessions. T'e CO has ordered weights. T'ey should be here in a couple of weeks...or maybe a bit less. T'ere's a room down in t'e bas.e.m.e.nt we've set aside as a weight room.

”Blendin' in. For t'ose who don't speak Spanish, Miss Lourdes here will be giving lessons from 1930 to 2100 nightly, Mondays t'rough T'ursdays, until you do. T'e rest of t'e time you work on t'e CO's project.

”Sat.u.r.day afternoons and Sundays are off unless you have duty. Two men, one officer and one NCO, will be on duty during t'e weekend days. One NCO will pull duty from 1800 to 0600 on weekdays. T'e CO and I will not be pulling t'e watch. T'ose who pull t'e weekend duty will have the followin' Monday off. Check t'e schedule on t'e bulletin board, which, as you can see,” McNamara jerked his thumb to the rear, ”is right behind me. If you are not on duty or workin' you are off and can do what you want. Now, how many of you are married?”

McNamara raised an eyebrow. ”Still married, Daugher? Your wife is a saint.” Seeing five other hands raised the CSM said, ”T'at will be fine. T'e CO is going to have t'e outbuilding, I suppose it used to be servants' quarters, converted as soon as possible to make married quarters. He's also going to put up a few houses for t'e spillover and, eventually, some bachelor quarters. He's going to hire an English speakin' teacher from t'e locals for your kids. T'e school will be in t'e old stables down the hill, once it's ready. Your families are invited to t'e eat in t'e mess when t'ey arrive. Your wives will be expected to help out wit' social occasions at need.”