Part 46 (1/2)
Of course, not everyone had a job yet. The six thousand or so men employed by the legion, locally, were only a fraction of those needing work. On the other hand, those six thousand with money created a certain amount of work on their own, as did the men of Sada's brigade and even the d.a.m.ned foreigners. In any case, Tariq was finding business picking up almost to pre-invasion levels. As to whether it would drop off again, as more compet.i.tion re-entered the market; who could say? Tariq hadn't gotten where he was by inability to compete or to work hard. Indeed, in a freer market he expected to do rather better.
No one noticed when the tall, slender man with the oddly and unevenly shaped eyes pulled the beat up, dented and dirty white van to the front of the store. Even the lack of a license plate excited no interest; many, perhaps even most, of the automobiles operating in the town were unlicensed. Perhaps they had once had licenses; who knew?
The slender fellow had a friendly face, although anyone who saw him probably thought it seemed a bit distant. He fiddled with something in the van, something below door level. No matter, everyone in the country was still in a state of shock, even those for whom the shock was not unpleasant. Nor was there anything particularly suspicious in the driver's reaching below the dash.
Opening the van's door and stepping out, the driver simply walked into the store. No one thought it odd that he consulted his watch and left after approximately four minutes. And no one walking by the storefront connected the man departing with the parked van.
Standard military time fuse burns at a rate of forty seconds per foot. The fuse had been cut to a length of fifteen feet. Thus, between the time he reached below the dash, and subtracting a few seconds to enter Tariq's store and five minutes inside, the slender man had just over four minutes to walk away at a fairly leisurely pace. He was almost three hundred meters away when...
”What the f.u.c.k was the point?” Carrera asked Sada.
”I'm not sure,” the Sumeri answered. ”Does it have to have a point?”
The two men, surrounded by legionaries with a few of Sada's men as well, stood in front of what had once been a store. The street was mostly still there, barring only a four foot deep crater, but the front of the store itself was gone. Indeed, much of the back was gone as well. Bodies and parts of bodies remained. Some of those parts were very small.
”Do we know how many people?”
Sada asked one of his men before answering, ”At least fifty-seven. That many are more or less intact. As to the parts...” he spreads his arms, shrugging ”...hard to say.”
Carrera's eyes focused on one very small part. It was a leg, small, slightly olive in tone, with a shoe on the foot. A baby girl's leg, he thought. A baby girl... like my Milagro. So f.u.c.king like my Milagro. So f.u.c.king what what if she was a Moslem, she was still just a baby girl. b.a.s.t.a.r.ds! if she was a Moslem, she was still just a baby girl. b.a.s.t.a.r.ds!
Sada looked at the legate, looked away quickly, and offered, ”It is no shame to cry, my friend. The shame would be in doing nothing about this atrocity.”
Wiping a hand across his face, which did little more than streak the dust that had gathered there, Carrera forced the sorrowful tone away and asked, bitterly, ”What can we do? It's in the nature of these things that they leave little evidence.”
Sada laughed grimly. ”Remember what I said about us being the sort of people who become exceedingly resentful about losing family members? Well...I think we have here the recruiting brochures” his hand swept the scene, taking in the bodies and parts of bodies ”to acquire some numbers of people who will do anything to get even for what's just been done to their their family. Watch and see if I'm not right.” family. Watch and see if I'm not right.”
He bellowed something to one of his officers supervising the soldiers at the bombing site. The officer came over and Sada spoke to him briefly. Then he turned back to Carrera and said, ”I've just ordered Lieutenant Faroush to round up as many relatives as he can find and bring them to the university. I don't suppose your people are up to teaching a course in counter-terror? No? Well, we'll think of something. After all, it isn't as if we Sumeris have never had experience in crus.h.i.+ng dissidents.”
Village of Qadir Karam, Ninewa Province, 10/4/461 AC Sada's adjutant had narrowed the number of applicants down to thirty-six.
Since this was Sada Sada's adjutant, the officer didn't do the normal thing for Sumer and select based on who could offer the highest bribe. Instead, he screened out those too old, or too young, those who didn't look strong enough and those with wives and children still living. Not that the others were turned away completely. Instead, they were redirected to neighborhood militias. Some joined; some did not.
After that, the adjutant selected for intelligence and desire for revenge. This required personal interviews, literacy being far from universal in Sumer and vindictiveness something that could never be objectively tested for. This process took time but narrowed the number of suitable candidates considerably.
Those few dozen were gathered now in a plain and somewhat run-down adobe mosque in this plain and ramshackle Sumeri town. Indeed, the only brightness to the a.s.sembly came from the flickering lamps along the walls and the s.h.i.+ning, hating, vengeful eyes of the men a.s.sembled. Along with the few dozen were another, smaller group of specialists Sada had recruited from the Dictator, Saleh's, secret police.
”So,” Sada began, in addressing them, ”you have agreed to give up your old lives, to become instruments of justice and vengeance? Excellent. Let me tell you what you are going to do. In a few minutes I am going to turn you over to one of my officers and a couple of special people he has selected to teach you how to become the instruments you wish to be. Before that happens, I am going to take your oaths, in the name of Allah, that you will obey every order you are given without question. You will be trained, over the next few months, in how to kill. More than that, you'll be trained in how to kill in the most terrifying manner. After that, you will return to your homes. In time, orders will come. You will gather in small groups to prepare and then you will hunt down and kill or otherwise punish those whom you are told to, wherever they may be and who or what who or whatever they may be.
”Let me explain something to you, two things, actually. One is that once you have taken the oath, you may not release yourself from it. Your families are hostages, wherever they they may be, for your continued obedience. The second is in the nature of what you are to do. may be, for your continued obedience. The second is in the nature of what you are to do.
”You see, there are three kinds of terrorism. The first is what you have suffered, random acts of senseless violence. This kind almost never never works,” Sada sneered. ”Witness the Federated States of Columbia. When their people were randomly killed, they merely went to war to exact vengeance and destroy the terrorists. Two regimes, here and in Pashtia, which formerly were great supporters of terrorism around the world, have fallen. More than that, as boys in school you all read at least those of you who had the chance to attend school did of the great terror bombings of the Great Global War. That was all random terror; it targeted n.o.body in particular. Note that no one ever knuckled under to them until nuclear weapons were used. So much for random terror. works,” Sada sneered. ”Witness the Federated States of Columbia. When their people were randomly killed, they merely went to war to exact vengeance and destroy the terrorists. Two regimes, here and in Pashtia, which formerly were great supporters of terrorism around the world, have fallen. More than that, as boys in school you all read at least those of you who had the chance to attend school did of the great terror bombings of the Great Global War. That was all random terror; it targeted n.o.body in particular. Note that no one ever knuckled under to them until nuclear weapons were used. So much for random terror.
”The other kind of terror is specific. With this kind, punishment is inflicted on particular persons, either on themselves or on those whom they love. To be the target of specific terror is a fearsome and terrible thing. Specific terror works. If it didn't, would the dictator have lasted a week?”
The eyes of the men a.s.sembled seemed to glow. Yes, yes Yes, yes, they thought. This is what we want: specific terror. This is what we want: specific terror.
”The third kind of terror is genocidal. With this an entire people and even civilization is threatened with destruction. Thus, it includes specific terror because, if all are killed, then all whom you love are killed as well. Anyone who does not believe that this kind of terror works is a fool. Genocidal terror was all that kept the Federated States and the Volgan Empire from destroying each other and, incidentally, probably us as well. Genocidal terror is probably all that keeps the United Earth Peace Fleet and the Federated States from using nuclear weapons on each other now.”
”So there are your three types. The kind that was used on you and brought you here and the other two, which are the kinds you will use to retaliate. Are there any questions?”
Seeing there were none, Sada said, ”Very well. Stand and raise your right hands...”
University Compound, Ninewa, 12/4/461 AC Ricardo Cruz was just leaving the gymnastics building where he had showered when it happened The first warning was a flash in the distance, behind some houses in the town. Next came the m.u.f.fled sound of a small explosion. Then came the first blast, much nearer. Only after that could anyone make out the freight train rattle of incoming mortar rounds.
Cruz screamed, ”INCOMING!” as he threw himself into partial shelter at the angle where steps met building wall.
The rounds came in at even intervals, a dozen of them, about two seconds apart. Whoever was on the other end apparently knew what he or they were doing. They landed with about thirty meters between sh.e.l.ls, moving in a slightly arcing line from near the broad front steps to the main office of the campus and across an open field. Between the even s.p.a.cing and the even timing it was the obvious work of a well trained mortar crew, using the traversing wheel on the bipod to quickly and expertly lay the rounds. Before the last round had landed someone caught on the field was screaming out in pain.
”I knew this s.h.i.+t was too good to last,” Cruz muttered as he picked himself up from his temporary shelter and then ran to offer aid, toward the still incoming blasts.
I swear I will kick my own a.s.s if I ever go to the showers without my body armor again.
The mortar attack was over almost as soon as it began. Automatically, the legionary Command Post's duty officer ordered a reaction century of mechanized troops and a mixed flight by a Turbo-Finch and a Cricket.
The Cricket was airborne in minutes, the Finch following almost immediately thereafter. The mechanized troops were bursting through the university gate to race into the town scant moments later.
Mistake. Big mistake. Big, bad, f.u.c.king f.u.c.king mistake. mistake.
Khalid al Marri kept in the shadows atop the half wrecked apartment building. It was the same building which had been taken by the now departed FSA 731st Airborne Brigade. People lived in it, still, but not in anything like what had been its pre-war capacity. That was a shame, because al Marri's mission was to get the crusader dogs to overreact, to kill some number of the civilians now living inside. Ah, well; between his own surface to air missile and the other one located a kilometer away and overlooking the same area, one was sure to take down a crusader aircraft and cause a reaction. Airborne Brigade. People lived in it, still, but not in anything like what had been its pre-war capacity. That was a shame, because al Marri's mission was to get the crusader dogs to overreact, to kill some number of the civilians now living inside. Ah, well; between his own surface to air missile and the other one located a kilometer away and overlooking the same area, one was sure to take down a crusader aircraft and cause a reaction.
From his vantage point, al Marri saw the flashes of the mortar firing and the impact of the sh.e.l.ls inside the university compound. Not much time now. Not much time now.
Despite his prediction, al Marri was still somewhat surprised at how quickly the enemy got aircraft into the air. Just like the dogs, to have airplanes standing by to kill the people, Just like the dogs, to have airplanes standing by to kill the people, he thought, his heart overflowing with hatred for the infidel invader. he thought, his heart overflowing with hatred for the infidel invader.
To the outsider, privileged to look into al Marri's mind, that would have seemed incongruous. There he stood, ready to do his best to bring violence and destruction down onto the innocents of the apartment building beneath him, and hating those he intended to provoke into that violence because of their willingness to engage in it.
There was no real contradiction, though. To al Marri, and he shared this much, at least, with much, perhaps even most, of the cosmopolitan progressive community, things were neither good nor bad in themselves, but only in relation to the end being sought. To some extent, they shared that viewpoint with Carrera, at least as he had come to be, the major difference being only the end in view.
In any case, one of the infidel airplanes was coming his way. Still keeping to the shadows, al Marri picked up the tube he had carried to the top of the apartment building and placed it on his shoulder, fitting his eye to the sight. He aimed the sight and tube at the noise he heard coming from the craft's engine. Then he flicked a switch and was rewarded with a low hum as the seeker head went active and coolant circulated to drop its temperature so it could make out the heat of the airplane's engine.
The engine stood out in fuzzy view in the sight's eyepiece. Al Marri squeezed the first trigger and was rewarded with a beep which told that the sight saw the target. Elevating the tube until the target was near the bottom of his field of view, he then squeezed the second trigger. The sealed back of the tube blew off as the missile went airborne, al Marri feeling a slight push from his front as the missile's exhaust pushed him backwards.