to see if her nemesis was there。
She couldn't spy anyone who might be that greatest of Micronian pilots and therefore assumed he wasn't present。 Surely a pilot who was good enough to have defeated Miriya Parino； the indisputable champion of the Zentraedi； would draw great attention and recognition。
She would know him when he came or when someone mentioned him。 She would find him eventually。
And then she would kill him。
The face in the family portrait was pale； thin…but open and kind； the mother's features very much like the daughter's。 Admiral Hayes glanced down at the framed photo； not realizing that many minutes had gone by while he sat； thinking and remembering。
He was looking at himself； years ago； only a lieutenant mander then。 Next to him in the photo was his wife； and in front of them a shy…looking little girl wearing a sun hat and sun dress with a Band…Aid on one knee。
Whenever I look at this picture； I wish Andrea were still here to see how her little girl turned out…to see what an extraordinary soldier Lisa's made of herself。
A tone from his desk terminal broke his contemplation。 〃Pardon me for interrupting； sir；〃 an aide said。 〃But you left word that you be informed when the shuttle made final approach。〃
Hayes shook himself； there had been that last； terrible fear when the shuttle was attacked and not even he could countermand UEDC orders and send help。 More to the point； there was no help that Earth could send that would be of any use； the SDF…1 and its Veritechs； were the only effective weapons against Zentraedi pods。 Hayes could only wait and hope。
When the shuttle survived its gauntlet； he had nearly collapsed into his chair； staring at the photograph of the past。 There was so much to heal between himself and his daughter； so much to put behind them。
Now； he looked to the aide's image on his display screen。 〃Thank you。〃
〃The craft should be landing very shortly。 Shall I meet you at the elevators； sir？〃
Hayes pressed against his big； solid oak desk with both hands； pushing himself to his feet。 〃Yes； that would be fine。〃
The headquarters of the United Earth Defense Council was a vast base beneath the Alaskan wilderness。 Very little of it was aboveground…surveillance and munications equipment； aircraft control tower…but the surface was guarded by the few remaining Battloids on Earth。
Years before； when the SDF…1 made its miscalculated spacefold jump out to the rim of the solar system； it took with it most of its Robotech secrets and all the fabricating equipment humanity had discovered in the huge vessel when it originally crash…landed on Earth。 Earth had turned back to largely conventional weapons for its defense with the exception of one gargantuan project that was already under way： the Grand Cannon。
The Grand Cannon took up most of the sprawling； miles…deep base； a doomsday weapon that let the UEDC live the fantasy that it could defend itself against an all…out Zentraedi onslaught。 Admiral Hayes had been largely responsible for the Grand Cannon's construction； Gloval's simple disdain for such a massive； immobile weapon system was one of the major stresses that had ended their friendship。
Waiting by the landing strip； the brutally cold arctic wind whipping at his greatcoat； Hayes recalled those days； recalled the bitter words。 His once…warm bond with Gloval； solidified during their service together in the Global Civil War； had shattered as Hayes accused the Russian of timid thinking and Gloval sneered at the 〃hidebound； Maginot…Line mindset〃 of the Cannon's proponents。
Hayes's thoughts were interrupted by the aide。 〃Admiral； we've just received word that the shuttle's ETA has been moved back by twenty minutes。 Nothing serious； they're just ing around for a better approach window。 If you like； I'll drive you back to the control tower； it's warmer there。〃
The admiral said distractedly； 〃No； I'll wait here。 It's not that cold； anyway。〃 Then he turned back to watch the sky； barely aware of the biting wind。
The aide sat back down in the open jeep； shivering and buttoning up his collar all the way； burrowing his chin down and tucking gloved hands under armpits。 He always thought of his mander as rather a fort…loving man； certainly； Hayes's living quarters and offices gave that impression。
But here was the Old Man； indifferent to an arctic blast that would send an unprotected man into hypothermia in seconds。 None of the base personnel knew much about this daughter； her last visit to the base had been rushed and very hush…hush。 Hayes rarely mentioned her； but he had been remote most of the time since he had received word she was ing。 The aide shrugged to himself； swearing at the shuttle； wishing it would hurry up。
In an officers' mess onboard the SDF…1； Max sat toying with his coffee cup； glancing over at the table a few yards away where Rick Hunter sat immersed in thought； an almost palpable cloud of gloom surrounding him。
He's been sitting there by himself for half an hour twiddling his spoon； and it's like his food isn't even there； Max reflected。 He made a quick decision； rose； and went to approach his team leader。
〃Lieutenant； it's too early to be depressed about this；〃 Max jumped right in。 〃I'm sure mander Hayes will get back here somehow。〃
Rick turned away from him； chin still resting on his hand。 〃First of all； I'm not thinking about her； and secondly； what makes you think I'm depressed？〃
Rick decided it was all； far too plicated to explain to Max Sterling； the bright…eyed boy wonder of the VTs； the cheerful； unassuming ace of aces。 A man who never seemed unhappy； at a loss； or in doubt of what he was doing。 Eager beaver！ Rick thought huffily。
〃Maybe you need a little excitement…some distraction；〃 Max persisted。 〃How about a game？ I know just the place！ Let's go！〃
Before Rick could object or even consider pulling rank； Max had him by the arm and yanked him to his feet； tugging him toward the door。 It seemed easier to give in than to start a tug…of…war in the middle of the officers' mess； Rick went along pliantly。
It didn't take long to get there； Max even paid for the cab。 The Close Encounters game arcade was alive with noise and lights； like some Robotech fun house。
Max's eyes were shining。 〃Great place； huh？ You're gonna love it！〃
More war games？ Rick groaned to himself。 〃I don't know。 Maybe I'll just head home…〃
But Max had him by the elbow again。 〃A coupla games'll make you feel like a new man； boss。〃
〃Max； I don't think…〃
〃Look； I've been here before； I know what I'm talking about！〃 He dragged Rick through the entrance。
As they moved deeper into the arcade； Rick recognized a face。 Jason； Lynn…Minmei's little cousin； had stopped to watch a young woman playing a game。 Rick went past without saying anything to attract the child's attention； talking to Jason would only remind him of his feelings for Minmei and pound his doubts and gloom。
In passing； he did notice the young woman： a very intense player with green…dyed hair and an expression like some beautiful lioness ready for the kill。
The shuttle had barely rolled to a stop when Hayes reached it； running。 His aide watched him in astonishment。
By the time the ground crew got the mobile stairs in position； Lisa was waiting in the open hatch。 The wind tugged at her long； heavy locks of brown…blond hair and her too…light trench coat。 She was wearing fur…trimmed boots she had borrowed； but the cold sent ice picks through her and numbed her skin instantly。
She halted； shocked to see her father waiting for her。 Their previous meeting and parting had been anything but cordial； with the admiral doggedly taking the UEDC line against Gloval's mon sense and passion。 Coldly formal to her in the meetings； her father had later sought to get her reassigned to headquarters base； to get her out of the danger of her SDF…1 assignment。 Lisa had torn up the conciliatory note he had sent her and returned to the dimensional fortress with Gloval。 She was unaware of how that tormented her father。
Now； looking up at her； he said； 〃Lisa！ Thank goodness you're here at last！〃 She came down the stairs carefully； holding the railing with one hand as the wind buffetted her； clutching a dispatch case。
〃You're finally off that cursed alien Flying Dutchman。〃 He was smiling； tears forming。 〃We've got a lot of talking to do！〃
But when she reached the bottom of the stairs； she came to attention and snapped him an exacting salute。 〃Admiral； mander Lisa Hayes reporting； sir。 I'm carrying a special dispatch from the captain of the SDF…1 to the United Earth Defense Council。〃
He was taken aback； the smile wiped from his face。 It was her turn to be formal and distant now； her right； as it had been his the last time。
If she was giving him back his own； he was willing to accept it。 Nothing was as important to him as the fact that his daughter； his only family； was with him again。 He returned her salute crisply； straight…faced。
〃Wele home。〃
Dante's Inferno was one of the more popular games there； but Rick just didn't feel like following old Virgil down through the nine circles to the demanding Ultimate Player level。 Dragonbane； with its swirling nightmare reptile attackers and