Tilting the Balance

“Can you wait long enough for me to look inside? ” Without waiting for an answer, Jager scrambled up onto the upper deck of the fighting compartment and stuck his head through the driver’s hatch. He envied the Lizards the compactness their smaller body size allowed; Skorzeny must have been bent almost double in there.

The driver’s controls and instruments were a curious mix of the familiar and the strange. The wheel, the foot pedals (though there was no clutch), and the shift lever might have come from a German panzer. But the driver’s instrument panel, with screens and dials full of unfamiliar curlicues that had to be Lizard letters and numbers, looked complicated enough to have belonged in the cockpit of a Focke-Wulf 190.

In spite of that, the space wasn’t cluttered: very much on the contrary. Refined was the word that crossed Jager’s mind as he contemplated the layout. In any German panzer-any human panzer-not everything was exactly where it would most efficiently belong. Sometimes you couldn’t see a dial without moving your head, or reach for your submachine gun without banging your wrist against a projecting piece of metal. None of that here-all such tiny flaws had been designed out of the area. He wondered how long the Lizards had been making little progressive changes to get everything both perfect and perfectly finished. A long time, he suspected.

He climbed up onto the top of the turret, undogged the commander’s cupola. Ignoring Skorzeny’s impatient growl, he slithered down into the turret. This was where he belonged in a panzer, where he could most easily judge what was similar and what was different about the way the Lizards did things.

Again, he noticed refinement. No sharp edges, no outthrust chunks of metal anywhere. You could, if you were Lizard-sized, move around without fear of banging your head, Then he noticed the turret had no loader’s seat, just as there’d been no hull gunner’s position in the Lizard panzer’s forward compartment. Did the gunner or commander have to load shells, then? He couldn’t believe it. That would badly slow the panzer’s rate of fire, and he knew from bitter experience the Lizards could shoot quicker than their German counterparts.

Some of the gadgetry that filled the turret without crowding it had to be an automatic loader, then. He wondered how it worked. No time to wonder, not now, except to hope German engineers could copy it. The gunner’s station, like the driver’s instrument panel, was a lot more complex than topnews7.ru he was used to. He wondered how the Lizard who sat there could figure out what he needed to do in time to do it. Pilots managed, so maybe the gunner could, too. No-again from experience, certainly the gunner could, too.

Skorzeny’s voice, peremptory now, came down through the open cupola: “Get your arse out of there, Jager. I’m going to drive this beast away right now. ”

Regretfully-he hadn’t seen all he wanted-Jager slithered out and dropped down to the ground. The SS man climbed up onto the deck of the Lizard panzer and got back into the forward compartment. He was thicker through the waist than Jager and had a devil of a time squeezing in, but he managed.

Back when the Wehrmacht first ran into the Russian T-34, there’d been talk of building an exact copy. In the end, the Germans didn’t do that, although the Panther incorporated a lot of the T-34’s best features. If the Reich copied this Lizard panzer, Jager thought, they’d have to train ten-year-olds to crew it. Nobody else really fit.

Skorzeny started up the motor. It was amazingly quiet, and didn’t belch clouds of stinking fumes-refinement again. Jager wondered what it used for fuel. Skorzeny put it in gear and drove off. Jager stared after him, shaking his head. The man was an arrogant bastard, but he accomplished things nobody in his right mind would dream of trying, let alone pulling off.

Atvar glowered at the male who stood stiffly in front of his desk. “You did not clean out that clutch of ginger-lickers as thoroughly as you should have, ” he said.

“The exalted fleetlord is correct, ” Drefsab replied tonelessly. “He may of course punish me as he sees fit. ”

Some of Atvar’s anger evaporated. Drefsab had himself been trapped in ginger addiction; that he worked at all against his corrupted colleagues gave the fleetlord a weapon he would otherwise have had to do without. Nevertheless, he snapped, “A landcruiser disappearing! I never would have thought it possible. ”

“Which is probably just how it happened, Exalted Fleetlord, ” Drefsab said: “No one else thought it was possible, either, and so no one took the precautions that would have kept it from happening. ”

“That Big Ugly with the scar again, ” Atvar said. “They all look alike, but that male’s disfigurement makes him stand out. He has given us nothing but grief-the landcruiser now, and spiriting Mussolini away from right under our muzzles… and I have some reason to believe he was involved in the raid where the Big Uglies hijacked our scattered nuclear material. ”

“Skorzeny. ” Drefsab turned the sibilants at the beginning and. middle of the name into long hisses.

“That is what Deutsch propaganda called him after the Mussolini fiasco, yes, ” Atvar said. “In spite of your unfortunate taste for ginger, Drefsab, you’remain, I believe, the most effective operative I have available to me. ”

“The exalted fleetlord is gracious enough to overestimate my capacities, ” Drefsab murmured.

“I had better not be overestimating them, ” Atvar said. “My orders for you are simple: I want you to rid Tosev 3 of this Skorzeny, by whatever means become necessary. Losing him will hurt the Deutsche more than losing a hundred landcruisers. And the Deutsche, along with the British and the Americans, are the most troublesome and ingeniously obstreperous Big Uglies there are, which, considering the nature of the Big Uglies, is saying a great deal. He must be eliminated and you are the male to do it. ”

Drefsab saluted. “Exalted Fleetlord, it shall be done. ”

After several months’ living and travel in places mostly without electricity, Sam Yeager had all but forgotten how wonderful having the stuff could be. The reasons weren’t always the obvious ones, either. Keeping food fresh was great, sure. So was having light at night, even if you did need blackout curtains so the Lizards wouldn’t spot it. But he hadn’t realized how much he missed the movies till he got to see one again.