Toddrel didn’t like him and never had. Besides having an extreme case of innate Hyadean bluntness and an inability to grasp even the rudiments of finesse or subtlety, he held a disdain for anyone outside the military caste, which he made no attempt to conceal. His basic attitude seemed to be that the task of the military was essentially to clean up the messes that others—and in particular, financiers and politicians—had created yet again and learned nothing from, and it was just as well the soldiers had a better grasp of reality.
“I want to talk because I want to warn you,” Gazaghin said, tearing into a quiche salad, to which he had allowed some grilled salmon to be added. His hair varied from black to dark blue; his features were purple-gray, compressed and fleshy. He wore a dark green tunic with designations of rank on the shoulders, breast pockets, and cuffs, and a cap which he continued wearing at the table. “We have ships sunk in the Amazon areas. Now, I hear sabotage begins in our operations at Uyali. Four Hyadeans killed in explosions there this morning.” He pointed menacingly with his fork. “I hear sayings that all is not straight with you, Toddrel. Too much Hyadean production from Uyali means your friends lose big money. So maybe your left hand is holding up what your right hand plays at knocking down. You see what I say? These terrorist rebels get money from somewhere.”
“That’s the most outrageous suggestion I’ve ever heard,” Toddrel said tightly, his color rising. “We know their backing comes from Asia.”
“North America has more interest for Asia, now maybe even more after the secession.” Gazaghin waved a hand. “They don’t care about Uyali. You care about Uyali.”
Toddrel felt himself gripped by a mix of guilt and fury. He couldn’t afford to be put on the defensive. “I’d have imagined you’d have business enough looking into the ineptness of your own people than questioning my motives,” he retorted curtly.
“What you mean by this?”
“How were the Hyadeans who were with Cade and his woman at that art dealer’s house permitted to leave? How was it possible for them to be snatched out of one of your transports and vanish without trace? Today I’ve just learned that the Hyadean journalist’s aircar that’s been sitting in Bolivia, which you’ve been waiting for to lead you somewhere, has vanished from the surveillance log. When an observation team went to check, the vehicle had vanished too. So it’s obviously gone to pick them up somewhere, and not one of your experts with all their satellites and gadgetry can tell us where. And you are the ones who will instruct our military services?” The strata of Gazaghin’s features seemed to puff up, like a saggy beach ball being inflated. Toddrel saw that his words had hit home and pressed on with a quiet inner satisfaction. “These two people have become a personal issue with me now. I want them found. It may be just a job to you, General, but because of the inability of the security forces to stop them in time, what they’ve done has cost me an immense personal fortune. How much has it cost you?”
Gazaghin waved it aside impatiently. “Pah! Still all you can think of is your money and fortune. You don’t understand what this secession by west states means. If new Federation and Asia unite with Querl powers, it would make big troubles on home world. Could be end of everythings for you and for me. This Federation must be crushed quickly. But who is there that will do it? Too many U.S. weapons in California, Nevada. Your forces not reliable. So it must be with Hyadean forces. Little get-rich power games don’t matter now.” Gazaghin’s face darkened, even from its normal hue. He wagged a threatening finger. “I know story about assassinations in Washington is true. Now I don’t have time to worry if you are behind sabotage of Amazon ships and Uyali also. From here on we have serious war business. If we find you interfering to make different plans, is all finish for you, Toddrel. You go back tell your friends too. If Hyadeans direct this war, we do it Hyadean way.” Gazaghin flipped an olive off his plate and ground it into the tablecloth with his thumb. “That means anyone who gets in path is crushed. Like little vegetable. You understand what I tell you, Toddrel, yes?”