Part 18 (1/2)

After watching the legislators being disgorged from the cars that had brought them, Parilla turned away from the window to address the Cabinet. Sounding sincere, he said, ”In a few minutes we will be able to legally enact the legislation the country will need to shoulder its burden of responsibility to the world community and avenge our own dead. I think that the men outside will not permit much debate on the matter. Mr. President, I suggest that you use all of your political skills to push this vote through as quickly and painlessly as possible.”

Arias stood straight. ”I, for one, have no intention of permitting this to happen. I will not stand by and make some gringo the commander of the forces of the Republic. You can kill kill me if you wish,” he sneered. ”But I will not go along.” me if you wish,” he sneered. ”But I will not go along.”

Soothingly, Carrera said, ”Senor Arias, you wrong me. I have no intention of either harming you or being the commander. For one thing, I Arias, you wrong me. I have no intention of either harming you or being the commander. For one thing, I was was a gringo; for all that I live here in Balboa now. The troops have no great reason to trust me. They don't even know me. Moreover, having a gringo commander will make the whole thing smack of an FSC ploy to keep effective rule over Balboa. a gringo; for all that I live here in Balboa now. The troops have no great reason to trust me. They don't even know me. Moreover, having a gringo commander will make the whole thing smack of an FSC ploy to keep effective rule over Balboa.

”No, sir, I will not be the commander. I wouldn't accept it, at this time, if it were offered. General Parilla, however, is fully suited to command this force. He has my loyalty. He plainly has the loyalty of those men outside. He is the only former military ruler in Balboa's history ever to voluntarily step down from office to return real rule to an elected civilian government. Senor Arias, you may relax. General Raul Dario Parilla will be the commander of this force.” I will merely be his executive officer... I will merely be his executive officer... very very executive executive.

Arias did not, repeat not not, trust this gringo son of a b.i.t.c.h in the slightest. He had one last strong card to play to stop him and he used it.

”Gentlemen, there is one little problem,” Arias said. ”Get the entire legislative a.s.sembly to vote for your little project and it still wouldn't matter. It would require a plebiscite to recreate a true armed force for Balboa. That would take months to set up and tally the votes on.”

”That is true, Senor, as far as it goes,” Carrera conceded with a shrug. Thank G.o.d for good lawyering. Thank G.o.d for good lawyering. ”But it is certainly within the power of the Legislative a.s.sembly to sponsor a non-governmental organization within the Republic. Much as the Gauls have sponsored Justice Without Borders or Helvetia has sponsored our planet's version of the Red Cross. The...oh, for now let's call it ”But it is certainly within the power of the Legislative a.s.sembly to sponsor a non-governmental organization within the Republic. Much as the Gauls have sponsored Justice Without Borders or Helvetia has sponsored our planet's version of the Red Cross. The...oh, for now let's call it El Legio del Cid El Legio del Cid ...could even pay to the Republic what the World League pays to contributing states for peacekeepers, one thousand Federated States drachma a month each for troops actually deployed. That is, of course, a.s.suming the FSC supports us as I expect they will. Seriously, I and General Parilla can promise the Republic one thousand drachma per man actually deployed, per month, after operational costs are paid but before any other expenditures are made. Gentlemen, that is, potentially, sixty to one hundred and fifty-six million drachma a year. Where else; ...could even pay to the Republic what the World League pays to contributing states for peacekeepers, one thousand Federated States drachma a month each for troops actually deployed. That is, of course, a.s.suming the FSC supports us as I expect they will. Seriously, I and General Parilla can promise the Republic one thousand drachma per man actually deployed, per month, after operational costs are paid but before any other expenditures are made. Gentlemen, that is, potentially, sixty to one hundred and fifty-six million drachma a year. Where else; how how else, could the government increase its revenues by over fourteen percent so easily?” else, could the government increase its revenues by over fourteen percent so easily?” Where else could you find that much extra money to steal? Where else could you find that much extra money to steal?

President Rocaberti scowled darkly. This b.a.s.t.a.r.d gringo had been talking to some lawyers, and apparently rather good ones. And the plebiscite had been his next to last card and last really good one. He'd played it and lost. There was only one thing left and he doubted it would work, not if they had serious financing as he had considerable evidence witness the desertion of his personal guard that they did.

Looking into Carrera's eyes, the president felt a chill. He's polite enough here, now. But he's got the look of madness about him. One last effort then. He's polite enough here, now. But he's got the look of madness about him. One last effort then.

”We cannot tax the Cristobal Free Zone to support what is, in essence, a private activity. The merchants would be up in arms,” Rocaberti insisted. ”It would be unconst.i.tutional.”

Inwardly, both Parilla and Carrera smiled. They'd expected this. Indeed, they'd wanted it. By refusal to fund, the government also gave up any semblance of control. All that blather about controlling the force by withholding funding? Gone now, with the refusal to fund. Moreover, they had a full list of demands to be made. The haggling then began.

By a reasonably large majority the Legislative Council ordered the creation of a non-governmental organization, or NGO, final name to be determined, of not more than thirteen thousand, five hundred expeditionary troops plus required support back home (and the legislators had no clue as to how much support back home might be required), to secure the Republic from foreign enemies. It further required Raul Dario Parilla to negotiate a memorandum of understanding with the Federated States for the use and support of that force. The NGO so created was to quell the scourge of terrorism wherever it might be found. The legislators pa.s.sed as well the enabling legislation to facilitate and govern such a force.

Casa Linda, 4/10/459 AC Down in the cool and damp bas.e.m.e.nt of Carrera's headquarters, the sergeant major stubbed out another cigarette as he labored to sort personnel files into a semblance of order. The files had been provided by an a.s.sistant to Major Jimenez. Except for meals, hasty ones, and brief periods for sleep, no one on Carrera's staff had taken any time off from their duties since Balboa had been attacked. Carrera was working himself no less than he and McNamara were working the men.

Beginning on the night of the 28th the house had been the scene of constant meetings and coordination sessions between Carrera and members of the Civil Force. At some of these the sergeant major had been present. Other members of Carrera's staff attended others. the house had been the scene of constant meetings and coordination sessions between Carrera and members of the Civil Force. At some of these the sergeant major had been present. Other members of Carrera's staff attended others.

It wasn't really McNamara's job to be selecting personnel. The Staff's II the personnel management office, under Tom Christian should have been doing it. They, however, were tied up in other things, notably coordination between Balboa and Abogado's nascent FMTGRB. So it was left to Mac to fill in the chain of command for the force that Carrera intended to lead into the war. To this end he was currently matching files to positions. The commanders and primary staff had long since been filled. The Sergeant Major was working on secondary staff now.

Siegel came in burdened by another stack of personnel files. ”'An action pa.s.sed on is an action completed,' Top,” he announced, dumping the files in front of McNamara. ”These ones have been cleared by Fernandez.”

McNamara looked at the top of the stack Siegel had brought. There, in plain English, was a summary of each file in the stack. ”Sig, what t'e h.e.l.l are you doing here? You're way too smart for t'is.”

”Doing here? You mean with the old man?”

Seeing that this was exactly what McNamara meant, Siegel continued, ”Oh...I just follow him out of idle curiosity.”

The Sergeant Major tapped his fingers impatiently.

”I'm only half joking, Sergeant Major. Most people are predictable. The boss is not. Just watching him operate is a laugh a minute; always has been. Oh, I don't mean him, him, so much as watching the people around him. You and me, for example.” so much as watching the people around him. You and me, for example.”

”Get out, Sig. And go tell t'e cook to put on more coffee.”

”Sure, Top. But don't you you ever wonder about why we're here? You know, you can tell a lot about somebody by what he reads; what he thinks is worth reading. I was up at the Boss' desk two nights ago and he had a book out, face down. Know what I saw when I picked it up?” ever wonder about why we're here? You know, you can tell a lot about somebody by what he reads; what he thinks is worth reading. I was up at the Boss' desk two nights ago and he had a book out, face down. Know what I saw when I picked it up?”

”No and I don't care, eit'er.”

”Yes, you do.” Siegel closed his eyes, dredging up the memory. ”I read:”

”I loved you, and so I took these tides of men Into my hands and wrote my will Upon the sky in stars...”

”Lawrence of Arabia, Top. And the CO had it specially marked.”

”T'e cook, Siegel. Coffee.”

McNamara watched Siegel make his exit, then made a notation on one file and shoved it aside. He reached for another.

Opening it, the sergeant major saw that this file was for a former BDC officer who had been in command of a company during the '47 invasion. For whatever reason, Fernandez had marked it ”Politically Necessary.” The officer, a Major Manuel Rocaberti, was a graduate of the Federated States Military Academy at River Watch, Cla.s.s of 438. The file had not been signed off on by Jimenez. This was odd.

River Watch? This, with Fernandez's notation, were enough for the sergeant major. He had dozens more files to check out tonight. The Balboan officer, Manuel Rocaberti, was a.s.signed to an important billet in the Ia, the operations office. This, with Fernandez's notation, were enough for the sergeant major. He had dozens more files to check out tonight. The Balboan officer, Manuel Rocaberti, was a.s.signed to an important billet in the Ia, the operations office.

Office of the President of the Republic of Balboa, 4/10/459 AC President Rocaberti made a few last minute notes on the speech he would give the people of Balboa telling them that their country had decided to pledge itself sort of, in an only semi-official, non-governmental way to the war against the terrorists. Ultimately, what had decided him to cease resistance and to cooperate was not Parilla's or Carrera's persuasion, nor even the gutless capitulation of the cabinet and Legislative Council. Instead, Rocaberti had been persuaded by the very attractive prospect of getting the old guard of the BDC out of the country for a while. Given a bit of time, and relief from pressure by the radicals of Pina's old political party and their BDC minions, Rocaberti thought he would have a much better chance of bringing a lasting democracy which he defined as an oligarchy of the upper cla.s.ses to Balboa. It was the silver lining in this very dark cloud.

The President looked up from his note making. It was time to address the nation.

At the signal from the television man the President began.

”People of Balboa, eleven days ago our country was attacked. We were attacked brutally, suddenly, without warning and with no provocation on our part. We did nothing nothing to provoke this attack in which hundreds of our people were murdered. The targets of that attack were not our country's defenders of the Civil Force, but inoffensive civilians going about their daily lives, innocent children, and our women.” to provoke this attack in which hundreds of our people were murdered. The targets of that attack were not our country's defenders of the Civil Force, but inoffensive civilians going about their daily lives, innocent children, and our women.”

”Even now a great army of vengeance and justice is being a.s.sembled from all over the world to resist and reverse this aggression, to free the peaceful people of the world from the threat of terror. Free peoples from every corner of the globe have pledged themselves to this worthy and n.o.ble task.

”In this desperate hour, the Republic of Balboa cannot s.h.i.+rk its responsibility to the rest of the world. Last night, in a late night session which was attended by myself, my cabinet, the National Legislative Council, and those men of the Civil Force whose job it will be to carry the fight to come, the Government of the Republic of Balboa, by an overwhelming majority, voted to facilitate the sending of an expeditionary force to a.s.sist the other democracies to end this plague.

”The patriotic and brave soldiers of the Civil Force will be the vanguard and center of our part of this armada armada. However, because they are few and the enemy many, because we need to secure our homeland as well as carry the fight to the enemies of civilization, the Legislative Council has authorized only that one thousand and fifty men of the Military Police companies of the Civil Force, exactly one quarter their strength, may transfer to the new. Any men recently retired may also volunteer without cost to their pensions.

”Still, the new organization will need several thousand volunteers to bring its units to the size needed for this operation. I call upon the young men of the Republic to give of themselves by volunteering for this enterprise.”

Like hundreds of thousands across Balboa, Ricardo Cruz, aged seventeen, sat among family and friend in front of the snowy screen of the family television. (For while satellite television was in theory available, the premium tacked on by the Rocaberti family which controlled it made it prohibitively expensive for simple farmers.) Cruz contemplated his immediate plans. Tomorrow I will go down to the police station and sign up. Tomorrow I will go down to the police station and sign up.

He thought of Cara and her feelings on the subject. She is so sweet...so pretty too. But she'll never understand that I She is so sweet...so pretty too. But she'll never understand that I have have to go. to go.

Manuel Rocaberti, too, watched his uncle's speech. His feelings on the subject were far different from Cruz's, however. Only that morning he had spoken to his Uncle, the President.

”Shut up, Manuel. You owe this to the family,” the President had commanded.

Manuel pleaded, ”But, Tio Guillermo Tio Guillermo, I'm no good. I've tried and I just don't have it. I've no business being a soldier.”

”You're not going there to be a soldier, boy. You're going there to be a spy, my spy. I don't trust Parilla and I trust his pet gringo with the electric eyes even less. Those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds forced this f.u.c.king under-the-table rearmament down my throat. I don't like it.”

”So what can I I do about it? do about it? Jesu Cristo, Tio Jesu Cristo, Tio, I'm not going as anything or anyone important.”