San Ignacio, a small town high in the cloud forest.
The town was so small that any two of us could have destroyed it in minutes. We circled it in a silent flyboy, studying the infrared signature and comparing that to maps and low-orbit pictures. The town was lightly defended, apparently; ambushes set on the main road where it entered and left the town. Of course there could be automated defenses that didn’t betray themselves with body heat. But it wasn’t that rich a town.
“Let’s try to do this quietly,” I said. “Drop into the coffee plantation about here.” I pointed mentally to a spot almost two kilometers downhill from the town. “Candi and I’ll work up through the plantation to the rear of Señora Madero’s house. See whether we can make the snatch without raising any fuss.”
“Julian, you ought to take at least two more,” Claude said. “The place is gonna be wired and ’trapped.”
I gave him a nonverbal rebuttal: You know I considered that. “Just you be ready to charge up if something happens. We start making noise, I want all ten of you to run up the hill in a tight formation and circle Candi and me. We’ll keep Madero protected. Lay down smoke and we head straight down the valley here and then up this little rise for a cargo snatch.” I felt the flyboy relay that information laterally and, in a second, confirm that we could have a warm-body snatch in place.
“Now,” I said, and all twelve of us were falling fast through the cold night air. We spaced ourselves fifty meters apart and after a minute the black chutes whispered out and we drifted invisibly down into the acres of low coffee trees—bushes, actually; a person of even normal height would have a hard time hiding out there. It was a calculated risk. If we’d landed closer to town, in the actual forest, we would have made a lot of noise.
It was easy to aim between the neat rows. I sank up to my knees in the soft wet soil. The chutes detached and folded and rolled themselves into tight cylinders that quietly fused into solid bricks. They’d probably wind up as part of a wall or fence.
Everybody moved silently to the tree line and took cover, while Candi and I worked uphill, weaving quietly between trees, avoiding brush.
“Dog,” she said, and we froze. From where I was, slightly behind her, I couldn’t see it, but through her sensors smelled the fur and breath and then saw the IR blob. It woke up and I heard the beginning of a growl that ended with the “thap” of a tranquilizer dart. It was a human dose; I hoped it wouldn’t kill the dog.
Just past the dog was the neatly trimmed lawn behind Madero’s house. There was a light on in the kitchen—worse luck. The house had been dark when we jumped.
Candi and I could just hear two voices through the closed window. The conversation was too fast and too heavily accented for either of us to follow, but the tone was clear—Señora Madero and some man were anxious, whispering urgently.
Expecting company, Candi thought.
Now, I thought. In four steps, Candi was at the window and I was at the back door. She smashed the window with one hand and fired two darts with the other. I pulled the door off its hinges and stepped into a storm of gunfire.
Two people with assault rifles. I tranked them both and stepped toward the kitchen. An alarm whooped three times before I could track down the relay clicking and rip it out of the wall.
Two people, three people running down the stairs. Smoke and VA, I thought to myself and Candi, and dropped two grenades in the hall. Using vomiting agent was a little tricky, since our snatch was unconscious; we couldn’t let her inhale it and possibly choke on her own puke. But we had to work fast anyhow.
Two people were slumped over the kitchen table. There was a circuit-breaker box on the wall; I smashed it and everything went dark, though for Candi and me it was bright red figures in a dark red kitchen.
I picked up Madero and her companion and started back for the hall. But along with the sounds of gagging and retching I heard the greased-metal “snick-chk” of a weapon being armed, and the snap of a safety switch. I flashed an image to Candi and she stuck one arm through the window and