“Sounds great,” Pacey replied, then frowned and rubbed his chin dubiously. “Although. . . would it really be a good idea? I mean, with this unidentified signal coming in only an hour ago, people might wonder what the hell we’re celebrating. Sverenssen might think it’s us, not the Soviets, who are being underhanded.”
“Well we are, aren’t we?”
“Yeah, I guess so-but for a good reason. That’s different.”
“So let them. If the Soviets think the heat’s on us, they might get a false sense of security and not move too fast.” A look of grim satisfaction came into Heller’s eyes as she thought of something else. “And let Sverenssen think anything he damn well likes,” she said.
chapter seven
Clad in a standard-issue UNSA arctic jacket, quilted over-trousers, and snowboots, Hunt stood in the center of a small group of muffled figures stamping their feet and breathing frosty clouds of condensation into the air on the concrete apron of McClusky Air Force Base, situated in the foothills of the Baird Mountains one hundred miles inside the Arctic Circle. The ground fog of the previous day had thinned somewhat to become a layer of overcast through which the washy blob of the sun was just able to impart a drab mix of off-white and grays to the texture of the surrounding landscape. Most of the signs of life among the huddle of semiderelict buildings behind them were concentrated around the former mess hail, which had been hastily patched up and windproofed to provide makeshift accommodation and a command post for the operation. A gaggle of UNSA aircraft and other vehicles parked among a litter of supplies and equipment along the near edge of the apron, and a team of handpicked UNSA personnel positioned in the background with cameras and microphone booms set up ready to record the impending event, completed the scene. The command post had landline links into the area radar net, and a homing beacon had been set up for the Ganymean ship. A strangely tense silence predominated, broken only by the intermittent cries of kittiwakes wheeling and diving above the frozen marshes beyond the perimeter fence, and the humming of a motor generator supplying power from one of the parked trailers.
McClusky was about as far from population centers and major air-traffic lanes as it was possible to get without going outside the U.S., but like every other point on the Earth’s surface it was still subject to satellite scrutiny. In an attempt to mask the landing, UNSA had given notice that tests of a new type of reentry vehicle would be conducted in the area during that week, and had requested airlines and other organizations to reroute ifights accordingly until further notice. To accustom the region’s radar controllers to an abnormal pattern of activity, UNSA had also been
staging irregular ifights over Alaska for several days and altering their announced flight plans at short notice. Beyond that there was little they could do. How anything like the arrival of a starship could be kept secret from terrestrial observers, never mind an advanced alien surveillance system, was something nobody was quite sure of. Whoever was sending the messages through Jupiter had seemed satisfied with the arrangements, however, and had stated that they would take care of the rest.
The last message to go out via Jupiter had given the names of the persons who would make up the reception party, their positions, and a brief summary of what they did and why each was in-eluded. The aliens had reciprocated with a reply advising that three of their members would be prominent in conducting their dealings with Earth. The first was “Calazar,” who was described as personifying the government of Thurien and its associated worlds-the figure nearest to a “president” that the planet seemed to possess. Accompanying him would be Frenua Showm, a female “ambassador” whose function had to do with affairs between the various sectors of Thurien society, and Porthik Eesyan, who was involved with policies of scientific, industrial, and economic importance. Whether or not more than just these three would be involved, the aliens hadn’t said.
“This is all a striking contrast to the Shapieron’s arrival on this planet,” Danchekker muttered, surveying the scene around them. That event Qfl the shore of Lake Geneva had been witnessed by tens of thousands and shown live over the news grid.