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was never any hard
evidence of our activities . . . and aside from a few people who had a hand of
their own in the operation,
there's no one left who could challenge our version of what happened." He gave
a chill smile. "Anyone
who knows anything, and is still alive, could only incriminate himself if he
tried to talk about it. Besides,
I've made damned sure all of StateSec's internal records reflect the official
line. Anyone who wants to
challenge all that 'impartial evidence' is obviously a counterrevolutionary
enemy of the People." "'Not much chance' isn't the same thing as no chance at
all," Ransom retorted.
Her tone was sharper than usual, for manipulator or not, she truly believed in
the concept of enemies
of the People, and her suspicion of the military was almost obsessive. Despite
her need to produce prowar
propaganda which extolled the Navy's virtues as the Republics protectors, her
personal hatred for it
was the next best thing to pathological. She loathed and despised it as a
decadent, degenerate institution
whose traditions still tied it to the old regime and probably inspired it to
plot the Committees overthrow in
order to restore the Legislaturalists. Even worse, its persistent failures to
throw the enemy back and save
the Republic, which was probably at least partly due to its disloyalty, only
reinforced her contempt with
fear that it would fail to save her, and it was starting to get out of hand.
In fact, her increasingly irrational
antimilitary biases were a main reason for Pierre’s decision that he needed
someone from the military as a
counterbalance.
He often thought it was odd that so much of her hatred should be fixed on the
military, for unlike
him, Ransom had come up through the action arm of the Citizens' Rights Union.
She'd spent the better
part of forty T-years fighting not the military, which had virtually never
intervened in domestic security
matters, but the minions of Internal Security, and Pierre would have expected
her passionate hate to be
focused there. But it wasn't. She worked well with Oscar Saint-Just, one-time
second- in-command of
InSec, and she never seemed to hold past connections to InSec against any of
State Security's current
personnel. Perhaps, he thought, that was because she and InSec had played the
same game by the same
rules. They'd been enemies, but enemies who understood one another, and Ransom
the not-so-ex-terrorist
had absolutely no understanding of or sympathy for the traditions and values
of the military community.
But whatever the source of her attitudes, neither Pierre nor Saint-Just shared