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HOMER NARR2-RS/Ref@5460
A vicious wind was singing around the
building's prestressed corners, clawing
dust and dry snow off the track in front
of the headquarters building; it hummed
in the walls. The door crashed abruptly
open and Sergeant Hoskins came in.
Regent's allweather jacket fluttered on
its peg. Dust and snow swirled into the
room.
"It's a bitch out there, sir." Hoskins
leaned back against the door, then
shrugged out of his own jacket and hung
it up. "You'd think they'd design a
door that closed by itself instead of
fighting you like that."
Sable said nothing.
"The kids are out there singing,"
Hoskins went on. He unstrapped his NP
weapon and laid it carefully in the
rack. "They think it's some kind of
joke."
"No joke, Hoskins," Sable said. "It's
for real."
"Yes, sir. Listen to 'em, though."
A surface playground next door was half
full of kids who seemed to enjoy the
weather. Their blond hair tossed in the
gale. Their cheeks were ruddy, and they
marched in single file, bent double,
hands on the waist of the one in front,
like a many-legged insect as they
marched in a curious shuffling step.
Regent watched through the
electrostatically clean window field.
Then he switched it into transmit sound
mode and listened to the song. "The Ants
are coming one by one, Aroo, aroo..."
Their piping voices came through,
modulated and cleaned of background
noise by the field.
The dance moved into a circle,
simulating the Pole, its vortex of wind
and current.
He watched hysteria mount, and thought
that children were singing, all over the
world: voices united in song, all the
same song.
"...The Ants are coming one by one,
aroo, aroo
Forth to the North to steal some sun
And they'll all go crawling back to the
Pole again.
The Ants are coming two by two, aroo,
aroo.
The Ants are coming two by two, aroo,
aroo.
The Ants are coming two by two
For the thrill of our krill to put in
their stew
And they'll all go crawling back to the
Pole again.
The Ants are coming three by three,
aroo, aroo
The Ants are coming three by three,
aroo, aroo
The Ants are coming three by three
Screams in our dreams'll be the fee
And they'll all go crawling back to the
Pole again."
He switched the sound off.
"Yes," he said, but he spoke grimly, as
if this fact did not please him. "They
are singing."
A holo annunciator appeared beside
Regent's desk. "Councilman Hajjam
on-line, sir," a disembodied voice said.
"Pipe him through."
Hajjam appeared in front of the desk. He
was wearing a swim suit of silver
hydrophobic material. Behind him the
Black Sea stirred restlessly under a
late afternoon sun. "Hello, Protector,"
he said, and without pause went on.
"Intelligence is in, such as it is.
There is no evidence, repeat, no
evidence of Ant preparations. You don't
look pleased, Protector."
"Do you not find that strange, Ras? They
know what's happening in the world. Alef
has implemented a campaign now visible
and audible anywhere. Anti-Ant sentiment
is about to reach a cusp. We've had
technicians working on this project for
a year now. They should be bracing for
our move. If the Ants are doing nothing,
there must be a reason."
"I suspect, Regent, that they are smug.
They feel they have climate and
geography on their side. They are too
individualistic to do anything
coordinated, and too proud to feel we
are a threat, for all that we are the
rest of the globe." Ras waved his hand
negligently, indicating the beach, the
dark water, the warmth. "The rest of the
globe," he repeated.
"I don't like it. They're too smart for
that."
Ras smiled. "You overestimate them,
Protector. In six weeks you'll be back
here, enjoying all this. And the overall
effects are better than anticipated.
Mind War activity is at a new low --
only four significant skirmishes in the
past week, all in central Africa. The
world is coming together again,
Protector. All goes according to plan.
You fret too much."
"Perhaps." Regent paused and looked at
Hoskins. "Secure this line, Sergeant."
"Yes, sir." Hoskins left to monitor the
links personally, and Regent turned back
to Hajjam.
"What about transport?"
"Ballistic salt-cycle transports will
arrive on schedule. We'll fool them,
Protector, coming in like this over the
Pole. It'll be dark, and they'll be deep
in the ice by then. Their own facility
at McMurdo will be nearly deserted.
Fifteen thousand ENC troopers landing
from the south should take the complex,
PSYCHE included, in a matter of hours.
They don't suspect a thing."
Regent repeated those words after he
terminated the call, but with
considerably less conviction than
Hajjam.