"Merry fucking Christmas!" Hamilton exclaimed at the display of chemical and metal deadliness laid out in the sitting room of his suite. Hans hadn't stopped with the single submachine gun and two pistols he'd mentioned to Sig, the armorer. "If we hadn't arranged for maid service to be cancelled, we'd be fucked."
"Not really," Bernie corrected. "All this will fit in the lockable armoires. I just wanted to do an inventory."
"Oh."
"Nerve agent antidote?" Bernie asked.
"Two containers of three each," Hans answered, pointing to a bed.
"What do you need NAA for?" Hamilton.
"Incapacitate people we don't want to kill," Hans answered.
"Fair enough," Hamilton agreed. "What about the mines?"
"Rather than wait, I buried a dozen of them near the road to af- Fridhav, last night," Hans answered. "Along with five hundred meters of det cord, two detonators, wire, etc. All we have to do is dig them up and emplace them. Well, and arm them, too, of course."
"Night vision goggles?" Bernie asked.
"Four pair," Hans answered.
"Where the hell did you get this much firepower?" Hamilton asked. "How the hell did you get suppressors, for God's sake?"
Hans explained, "We don't have much in the way of gun control for Moslems within Islamic lands. You go in, show an ID, give the man money and he gives you the weapons. It's not hard."
Hamilton, coming from a country where the Second Amendment was pretty much a dead letter, was surprised.
"You never can tell what they'll leave out of an intelligence briefing," Bernie said. "Body armor?" he asked of Hans.
"I was only able to get one other set besides my own," the janissary apologized. "Sorry."
"No problem; we'll make do."
Petra was there, though Ling was back at the brothel. There were two busloads of tourists from the province of al-Andalus so she'd be busy for a couple of days. Hans tried, not always with success, not to let it bother him.
"When are you going to teach me about the mines?" Petra asked.
"Nothing to teach, really," Hans said with a shrug. "We'll set them up and mark off when you should detonate, if you have to. For the rest . . . well . . . hold up your hand."
Petra did. Hans then put up one hand with two fingers, index and middle, forming a V.
"Squeeze those together." When she did, easily, he said, "Release them and do it again." She did. "There's no more to it than that," he finished.
"That's it? I squeeze something and a couple of hundred men who've never, so far as I know, done me any harm just die?"
"They probably won't all die," Hans answered. "A lot of them will just be really badly hurt. You're going to hear some awful things. Can you deal with that, sister?"
Petra sighed, thought about it for long silent minutes, then answered. "In the basement of Castle Noisvastei there are several dozen women without brains, or at least without full brains. They're chippies like Ling and Bernard . . . but not like them either. These women have chips that make them simple fuck-machines.
"In the other castle are two hundred children, no worse than . . . as innocent as . . . I was, who are going to be infected with a disease to see if it works to kill them.
"Back home . . . near home, rather, there's a Moslem girl who's my best friend in life . . . and she's nearly as much a slave as I am.
"So yes; if I have to kill a couple of hundred men who've never done me any harm to help bring this rotten society down . . . I can do it."
"That's my girl," said Hans. "Tomorrow, we go to teach you how to use a submachine gun . . . and to familiarize Bernie and John with the ones we use here."
Both Bernie and Petra were asleep as Hans and Hamilton made plans for the assault.
Hans explained the security arrangements. "There are five barracks rooms, one per guard platoon and one for the headquarters. Each is maybe twelve hundred cubic meters . . . here, here, here, here, and here." His finger pointed in turn to five large spaces, apparently added on to the castle's exterior, on the diagram of the ground floor of the castle he'd drawn up earlier. "One platoon of about forty-five is assigned to each. One of those rooms will be empty on any given day. In addition, on the second floor are rooms for some of the senior noncoms."
His finger touched down lightly at various spots around the perimeter drawn on the diagram. He said, "There are usually fourteen or fifteen guards on duty around the perimeter at any given time. In addition, the platoon headquarters and the two squads from that platoon not on the perimeter will be down in the command post, what we call the 'ready room,' in the basement. That's also where the security cameras feed to. The ready room is capable of alerting the perimeter guards, the barracks rooms, and the noncom rooms with the push of a button. The perimeter can likewise alert the ready room."
"The children?" Hamilton asked.
