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A second after Da

INSIDE THE CAR, GENERAL LOCUSTA THREW HIS ARMS FORward, bracing himself as it skidded off the road.

How could this possibly be happening? How had Voda managed to escape—and not only escape, but come for him?

The Americans. Dreamland. The bastards. He’d kill as many of them as he could before they killed him.

He threw open the door and raised his gun.

DANNY SPRUNG FROM THE SIDE DOOR OF THE OSPREY, Sergeants Liu and Boston right behind him. The rear passenger side door of the car opened and a man leaped to the ground, rolled over, and came up firing a 9mm pistol.

The first two or three bullets flew wildly to the side.

Then one struck Da

His bulletproof vest saved him, deflecting the bullet’s energy.

A second later Da

Two punches and it was all over. Locusta, stu

His driver came out of the car with his hands high.

“You’re under arrest by the authority of the president of Romania,” said Da

“Under the authority of the people of Romania,” said President Voda, picking up Locusta’s gun from the ground.

He hobbled forward, favoring his injured leg. “It’s the people who have sovereignty in a democracy, isn’t it, Captain?”

VIII

For Freedom

Bucharest, Romania

3 February 1998

1730

THE EVENING BEFORE THE DREAMLAND TEAM RETURNED

home from their deployment, the president of Romania hosted a special reception for them. When he first heard of the plan, General Samson began to fret—because of the rush, he hadn’t packed his Class A uniform, bringing only his battle fatigues and flight suits.

In another command the mistake might very well have been fatal. But when you headed Dreamland, people expected you to be a little different. Samson, though perhaps still not entirely comfortable, realized he was begi

President Voda didn’t seem to care how the Dreamland people were dressed. He was back in control of his country, with the northern army corps dispersed and the units under all new command. General Locusta was in prison, as were his co-conspirators.

The guerrillas had stopped their attacks, though no one was sure whether they were simply biding their time or if the movement had collapsed, as Sorina Viorica had predicted.

The Russians, while not acknowledging that they had tried to attack the pipeline, had a

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President Martindale had personally telephoned Samson to tell him about the Russians.

“I’m surprised you went to Romania yourself, General,” he said. “I thought your priority was at Dreamland.”

“My priority is my people, Mr. President. And my mission.”

“I’m glad you did,” said Martindale. “You need a sense of what’s going on. I like that sort of initiative.”

So did Samson. The mission had shown him exactly how much there was to a Dreamland Whiplash deployment, how much it depended on the proper mix of technology and old-fashioned warrior spirit. It had also convinced him that while he still had trouble stomaching Tecumseh “Dog” Bastian at times, the lieutenant colonel deserved every accolade he’d ever received, and then some.

It happened that Samson and Colonel Bastian were seated next to each other at the reception. When the band stoked up following the speeches of gratitude and friendship, President Voda rose to dance with his wife. While he favored his injured knee—the ligaments had been strained but not torn—he still cut an acceptable figure on the floor, moving with a slow, dignified grace.

Dog and Samson found themselves alone at the table.

“So,” said Samson. “Have you given any thought to your next assignment?”

“Not really,” said Dog. “Maybe I’ll retire.”

“Retire? Quit?”

“I don’t know if it’s quitting.”

“You know, Dog—if I can call you that.”

“Sure.”

“You have a hell of a lot of experience. And you’re being promoted to colonel.”

“I can’t be promoted for a few months at least.”

“Way overdue.” Samson waved in the air. “Everyone knows you’re going to be promoted. You’re on the fast track to general. Assuming you don’t quit.”

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“I don’t think retiring is the same as quitting. I don’t have anything left to prove,” said Dog.

He leaned back his seat. Samson followed his gaze. He was looking at his daughter, who was kissing Zen at the next table.

“No, true. You have absolutely nothing to prove,” agreed Samson. “But on the other hand, you have a lot to offer. A lot of commands could use you. Mine, for instance.”

Dog turned to him.

“Look, I know we don’t get along. Hell, Tecumseh, when I met you, I thought you were a big jerk. I still think that. To an extent. A lesser extent.”

Dog started to laugh. It was the same laugh, Samson realized, that he’d heard from Brea

It must be embedded in the family genes.

“But we don’t have to be friends,” Samson continued.

“That’s not what Dreamland is about. Or the Air Force. Hell, I don’t need friends. What I need is someone to run the air wing.

Someone with ability. Integrity. Creativity. Balls. A leader.”

“I thought you offered that job to someone else.”

“Don’t worry about that. I’ve been known to make mistakes. Sometimes … ” He broke into a smile. “Sometimes I even admit it.”

“I THOUGHT DANNY WAS GOING TO SHOOT ME WHEN I TOLD

him we should go back and let President Voda talk to the soldiers,” Zen told Brea

“Hey, bullshit on that,” said Da

Brea

“The president’s son tried teaching me Romanian on the way back to the capital,” added Zen. “I can say hello.”

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“Hello?”

“ ’Ello.”

“That doesn’t sound Romanian.”

“You think he was gaming me? I paid him a buck.”

Brea

“He’s a cute kid,” she said. She’d met Julian earlier that evening.

“Our son’s going to be cuter,” said Zen.

The remark froze Brea

Was Zen finally ready to talk about having children?

“Jeff?”

Zen smiled. Before Brea

“Captain Stockard, would you care to dance?”

“Um—”

“As long as your husband doesn’t mind, of course. I don’t need u

“Dance away,” said Zen. “A little u

“I’M GOING TO HIT THE WC,” ZEN TOLD DANNY. “WANT

anything on the way back?”

Da

“I’ll be back.”

Da

He leaned back in his seat, thinking about the past few days, thinking especially about Istanbul, and Stoner.

The Moldovans claimed they’d only found three bodies in the wreckage. Stoner’s wasn’t among them.