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since the launch. She must have been catnapping right at the console.
Quickly and concisely, he told her of their IR visibility.
"I don't know what we can do about that, Alex, except to keep you
posted on troop movements so you can avoid them. Their search planes
have been quartering steadily southeast toward your position."
"Give them decoys."
"Say again?"
"Give them bogeys. I've got it scoped out. Have SUNSAT beam down a
few hotspots here and there around the glacier. If they're, looking for IR
targets, let's give 'em their heart's desire."
Mary fell silent and Alex could sense her working through the
calculations. Power was the one thing besides people that the habitats
could spare. Space was full of power, supplied by a friendly, all-natural
nuclear fusion generator. All you had to do was catch it . . .
SUNSAT did that. The U.S. government had nearly completed a
demonstration power satellite before the Congress changed their minds
and proxmired it. They'd needed the money for dairy farm subsidies or
corporate bailouts or something else real useful. The entire space budget,
Rectenna Farm on power demand and see how much we can divert.
Alex could tell when Lonny entered the comm room from the way Mary
talked. When she was alone, he was Alex. When Lonny was there, he was
Piranha. Piranha non grata.
"Winnipeg Rectenna is down, I say again, Winnipeg Rectenna will not
be operational for three days." Knocked out by an eco-terrorist bomb thirty
hours before Alex took the scoopship down. He'd read about it and
wondered if that was significant to his mission. It wouldn't be operational
yet. The bomb had done in some of the electronics.
Winnipeg was the only human habitation still functioning that far
north, except along the ice-free Alaska Corridor. It had held out so long
because of the powersat ground station, built by the Canadian end of the
original staging corporation. They had heat and power in plenty, but they
couldn't hold the Ice at bay forever; there were too many tons encircling
them. And when Winnipe finally went under, would the U.S. take in the
survivors. It was well known in orbit that the Last of the Canadians were
also the last friends of the habitats, which did not make them popular in
the U.S.A.
"Understood, Piranha. I will let you know."
Alex cut contact. So far, Lonny Hopkins, Grand El Jefe and Lord High
Naff-naff of Freedom Station had not deigned to speak to him directly,
which was fine by Alex. Lonny had a grudge against him and, in all
fairness, if Mary had been his wife he might have felt the same way. But
Lonny had no quarrel with Gordon, nor with Gordon's family, who had
powerful connections on Peace; nor with the Earthlings who were helping
out. So, while Lonny might not go out of his way to help, he would not
stand in the way, either. Alex sighed. It wasn't so much that you could
depend on him to do the right thing; but Lonny was very careful not to do
the wrong thing.
Good old Lon. No wonder he loved him so much.
 What s the bad news? Alex asked.
"The search planes are moving west," said Sherrine. "Whether they