Eagle Station

Leonov only nodded. He knew how important it was not to rub the other man’s face in this failure. After all, Russia had suffered its own embarrassing defeats in recent confrontations with the United States and its Polish ally — defeats made even more painful because they had been primarily inflicted by a private military company, Scion, and its Iron Wolf Squadron. Now it was China’s turn to suffer humiliation at the hands of these technologically advanced mercenaries.

It was a matter of bitter irony for both men that English was the only language they had in common. Like that of most middle-aged and younger Chinese technocrats, Li Jun’s education had focused on America, rather than on the crumbling Soviet Union and its successor state, the Russian Federation. For similar reasons, his Russian counterpart’s early training as a fighter pilot and cosmonaut had encouraged him to learn the language of his nation’s most dangerous adversary.

“It is not pleasant to see an enemy grow so strong,” Li Jun said finally.

“No, it is not.” Leonov nodded toward the display screens around the room, which still showed satellite images of the two U.S. warships steaming on unmolested across a now-empty sea. “If nothing else, this unfortunate incident demonstrates that America, particularly under its current political leadership, possesses a significant military edge. One that would make it difficult for either your country or mine to prevail in any purely earthbound conventional conflict.”

“A situation that Russia’s own meddling helped create,” Li reminded him tartly.

“True,” Leonov admitted. “Former president Gryzlov was not always the wisest of men.”

Now there was an understatement, he thought grimly. Nearly two years before, Gennadiy Gryzlov had struck against the United States with his own mercenary force. Using Russia’s own war robots, reverse-engineered from captured enemy equipment, these troops had smashed American military bases, aircraft factories, and research facilities. The then-American president, Stacy Anne Barbeau, had dithered in the face of this crisis, unwilling to admit her country might be under attack by a hostile power, rather than by stateless terrorists. But then Gryzlov had gone too far. Hoping to spark a political crisis that would consume the United States for years to come, he’d ordered his war robots to assassinate Barbeau’s opponent in the upcoming presidential election, Texas governor John Dalton Farrell.

They had failed. Gryzlov’s mercenaries had been defeated in a bloody battle by a small covert force sent by Poland and Scion’s Iron Wolf Squadron. With Russia’s guilt laid bare before a furious American public, the ensuing political firestorm had cost Barbeau the election and carried Farrell into the White House.

Since then, the new American president had strengthened the alliances Barbeau’s ineptitude and isolationism had weakened. Worse, from Leonov’s perspective, he had insisted that the U.S. military embrace the revolutionary new weapons technologies and tactics pioneered by Scion and Sky Masters. Slowly at first, and then faster, America’s defense establishment had begun to shake off the torpor and stale thinking of recent years.

Faced with this mess of his own making, Gennadiy Gryzlov had rolled the dice again — ordering Russia’s top secret Mars One armed space station rushed into orbit to destroy America’s military satellites and seize control of the high ground — outer space itself — before the United States could react. In Leonov’s judgment, this action had been woefully premature. He had been proved right when Scion-flown spaceplanes and combat machines successfully stormed and captured Mars One, along with all its highly advanced weapons and fusion power system.

Only Gryzlov’s death in the ruins of the Kremlin — shattered by a Russian-made Rapira ground attack missile fired from Mars One as it orbited over Europe — had saved Leonov himself from being arrested and summarily executed as a scapegoat for this latest fiasco. The attack had made Russia’s unstable leader a martyr, yet another victim of America’s brutal Scion mercenaries.

Leonov hid a thin smile. Only a handful of others in Russia knew that he was the one who’d actually launched the Rapira, using secret fail-safe protocols built into the space station at his insistence. Years of watching Gryzlov use and then brutally discard competent officers he blamed for his own errors had taught Leonov the importance of striking first. On the outside, like most of his countrymen, he mourned the loss of Russia’s charismatic president. On the inside, he reveled in his newfound freedom to restore his country’s fortunes and military greatness.

This secret visit to the People’s Republic of China was a vital step toward achieving those ends. Events had shown that Russia, by itself, could not defeat the United States. So a renewed and strengthened alliance with Beijing was imperative.