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Cobra Strike by Timothy Zahn Chapter 1 The whine of Troft thrusters drifted in through the window on the late-summer breezes, jarring Jonny Moreau awake. For one heart-wrenching moment he was back in the midst of the Adirondack war; but as he tipped his recliner back to vertical the abrupt stab of pain in elbows and knees snapped him back to the present. For a minute he just sat there, gazing out the window at the Capitalia skyline and trying to bring his brain and body back on-line. Then, reaching carefully to his desk, he jabbed at the intercom button on his phone. Yes, Governor? Theron Yutu said. Jonny leaned back in his chair again, snagging a bottle of pain pills from the desktop as he did so. Is Corwin back from the Council meeting yet? The image jumped to another desk and Jonnys 27-year-old son. Havent gone yet, Dad, he said. The meetings still an hour away. Oh? Jonny squinted at his watch. Hed have sworn the meeting was scheduled for two... sure enough, it was just a few minutes past one. Felt like Id slept longer, he muttered. Well. You all set to go? Pretty much, unless theres something new you want me to bring up. Hang on - Ill come in there and we can talk. The screen went blank. Flexing his elbows experimentally, Jonny eyed the pain pills. Later, he decided firmly. His arthritis would ease some as he started moving around again, and the drugs invariably left his brain fuzzier than he liked. The door opened and Corwin Jame Moreau strode into the room, the inevitable comboard tucked under his arm. The boy - the man, Jonny reminded himself - had taken to the world of politics with a zest the older Moreau had never been able to generate. More and more Corwin reminded Jonny of his own brother Jame, working up through the ranks of the Dominion of Mans highest political power. Fourteen years ago Jame had been a trusted aide to a member of the Central Committee itself. What was he now, Jonny often wondered - aide, designated successor, a Committé himself? Jonn