David Weber - Shadow of Freedom

BAEN BOOKS BY DAVID WEBER

HONORVERSE NOVELS:

On Basilisk Station

The Honor of the Queen

The Short Victorious War

Field of Dishonor

Flag in Exile

Honor Among Enemies

In Enemy Hands

Echoes of Honor

Ashes of Victory

War of Honor

At All Costs

Mission of Honor

Crown of Slaves (with Eric Flint)

Torch of Freedom (with Eric Flint)

The Shadow of Saganami

Storm from the Shadows

A Rising Thunder

HONORVERSE YOUNG ADULT NOVELS:

A Beautiful Friendship

Fire Season, with Jane Lindskold

HONORVERSE ANTHOLOGIES:

More than Honor

Worlds of Honor

Changer of Worlds

The Service of the Sword

In Fire Forged

EMPIRE FROM THE ASHES:

Mutineers Moon

The Armageddon Inheritance

Heirs of Empire

Empire from the Ashes (omnibus)

WAR GOD:

Oath of Swords

The War Gods Own

Wind Riders Oath

War Maids Choice

WITH JOHN RINGO:

March Upcountry

March to the Sea

March to the Stars

We Few

Path of the Fury

In Fury Born

The Apocalypse Troll

The Excalibur Alternative

WITH STEVE WHITE:

Insurrection

Crusade

In Death Ground

The Shiva Option

The Stars At War

The Stars At War II

WITH ERIC FLINT:

1633

1634: The Baltic War

WITH LINDA EVANS:

Hells Gate

Hell Hath No Fury

For a complete listing of Baen titles by David Weber, please go to www.baen.com.

Shadow of Freedom

This is a work of fiction. All the characters and events portrayed in this book are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental.

Copyright 2013 by Words of Weber, Inc.

All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce this book or portions thereof in any form.

A Baen Books Original

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ISBN 13: 978-1-4516-3869-1

Cover art by David Mattingly

First printing, March 2013

Distributed by Simon & Schuster

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The wingless, saucer-like drone drifted through the wet, misty night on silent counter gravity. The fine droplets of rain sifted down in filmy curtains that reeked of burned wood and hydrocarbons and left a greasy sensation on the skin. Despite the rainfall, fires crackled noisily here and there, consuming heaps of wreckage which had once been homes, adding their own smoke and soot to the atmosphere. A faint, distant mutter of thunder rolled through the overcast night, though whether it was natural or man-made was difficult to say.

The drone paused, motionless, blacker than the night about it, its rain-slick, light-absorbent coat sucking in the photons from the smudgy fires which might otherwise have reflected from it. The turret mounted on its bottom rotated smoothly, turning sensors and lenses towards whatever had attracted its attention. Wind sighed wearily in the branches of sugar pine, crab poplar, and imported Terran white pine and hickory, something shifted in one of the piles of rubble, throwing up sparks and cinders. A burning rafter burned through and collapsed and water dripped from rain-heavy limbs with the patient, uncaring persistence of nature, but otherwise all was still, silent.

The drone considered the sensor data coming to it, decided it was worth consideration by higher authority, and uploaded it to the communications satellite and its operator in far distant Elgin City. Then it waited.

The silence, the rain, and the wind continued. The fires hissed as heavier drops fell into their white and red hearts. And then

The thunderbolt descended from the heavens like the wrath of Zeus. Born two hundred and sixty-five kilometers above the planets surface, it traced a white line from atmospheres edge to ground level, riding a froth of plasma. The two hundred-kilo dart arrived without even a whisper, far outracing the sonic boom of its passage, and struck its target coordinates at thirty times the speed of sound.

The quiet, rainy night tore apart under the equivalent of the next best thing to two and a half tons of old-fashioned TNT. The brilliant, blinding flash vaporized a bubble of rain. Concussion and overpressure rolled out from its heart, flattening the remaining walls of three of the villages broken houses. The fury of the explosion painted the clouds, turned individual raindrops into shining diamonds and rubies that seemed momentarily frozen in air, and flaming bits and pieces of what once had been someones home arced upward like meteors yearning for the heavens.

* * *

Thank you used a big enough hammer, Callum? the woman in the dark blue uniform of a lieutenant in the Loomis System Unified Public Safety Force asked dryly.

She stood behind the drone operators comfortable chair, looking over his shoulder at the display where the pinprick icon of the explosion flashed brightly. The operatora sergeant, with the sleeve hashmarks of a twenty-T-year veteranseemed to hesitate for just a moment, then turned his head to look at her.

Unauthorized movement in an interdicted zone, Maam, he replied.

And you needed a KEW to deal with it? The lieutenant arched one eyebrow. A near-deer, do you think? Or possibly a bison elk?

IR signature was human, Maam. Mustve been one of MacRorys bastards, or he wouldntve been there.

I see. The UPS officer folded her hands behind her. As it happens, I was standing right over there at the command desk, she observed, this time with a distinct bite. If I recall correctly, SOP is to clear a KEW strike with command personnel unless its time-critical. Am I mistaken about that?

No, Maam, the sergeant admitted, and the lieutenant shook her head.

I realize you like big bangs, Callum. And Ill admit youve got a better excuse than usual for playing with them. But there are Regs for a reason, and Id take it as a personal favorthe kind of favor which will keep your fat, worthless, trigger-happy arse in that comfortable chair instead of carrying out sweeps in the bushif youd remember that next time. Do you think you can do that for me?

Yes, Maam, the sergeant said much more crisply, and she gave him a nod that was several degrees short of friendly and headed back to her station.

The sergeant watched her go, then turned back to his display and smiled. Hed figured shed have a little something to say to him, but hed also figured it would be worth it. Three of his buddies had been killed in the first two days of the insurrection, and he was still in the market for payback. Besides, it gave him a sense of godlike power to be able to call down the wrath of heaven. Hed known Lieutenant MacRuer would never have authorized the expenditure of a KEW on a single, questionable IR signature, which was why he hadnt asked for it. And if he was going to be honest about it, he wasnt really certain his target hadnt been a ghost, either. But that was perfectly all right with him, and his intense inner sense of satisfaction more than outweighed his superiors obvious displeasure.