That’s something you need to experience firsthand. And that’s where the Klin missed the boat.”
“So Tim was not born on the Earth – that lying motherfucker! ”
“Don’t blame him, Lee. Remember, all he knows about us – and of the Earth – is what the Klin have told him.”
“Yeah, but he’s a threat to the war effort. He works for the Klin, and now you say it’s been the Klin all along who allowed a billion people to be killed.”
Allen came around his desk and sat on the front edge, facing Lee. “The 2G’s are a concern, but not the major one. Our main threats – even more so than the Klin themselves – are the Converts .” Lee could tell from the tone that his uncle capitalized the word ‘Converts’ when he spoke.
“Who are they?”
“They’re actually native-born Humans who have joined the Klin voluntarily, and who don’t advertise their existence like the Saviors do. They are the true spies and infiltrators, and since they were born on Earth – and are as Human as you and me – they are almost impossible to spot.”
Lee shook his head, and without asking for permission, rose and pulled two more Coronas out of the refrigerator. After handing one to the Admiral, he sat back down on the leather couch and took a long swallow off the fresh, cold beer. “Excuse me, sir, but what the fuck is going on here? What are we involved in?”
“I’ll tell you, Lee, it’s a cluster-fuck of major proportions,” said Allen. “It seems that we’re smack dab in the middle of a galactic pissing match, and we’re being played by both sides. Our so-called friends are really our enemy, and our main opponent in this war is a galactic empire with over 8,000 planets on their side. If it weren’t for the seriousness of it all, it would be laughable.”
“So what are we to do now, arrest all these 2G’s – as you call them?”
“That we cannot do. The Klin may suspect that we know of their complicity in the Juirean attack, but we don’t want to advertise that fact to them. Arresting all the 2G’s would simply reveal the Klin as our real enemy and would only cause more problems. If the Klin decide to withdraw, we’d be sitting ducks for the Juireans. And who knows, the Klin just might attack us themselves at that point.”
“So why am I here, Uncle Nate?”
Allen stretched a wide grin at his nephew. “We need you to turn the 2G – Tim Carlson – over to our side. This has already been done on numerous other occasions around the world; it’s one reason we know so much about what the Klin are up to. Tim Carlson is a pilot—” Allen held up his hand to stop the protest about to erupt from Lee. “—not a very good pilot, I agree, but he knows the Klin systems better than just about anyone else. Admiral Keller and I have found that most of the 2G’s are actually innocents in this galactic chess game. They didn’t choose to be born off-planet, and are as much victims of the Klin’s plot as we are. And we’ve noticed that most of them are actually starving for attention and acceptance by their peers – just like everyone else. Just imagine being dropped into a foreign country with no friends or family. You’d do just about anything you could to be accepted by the natives, and I don’t mean as some circus side-show, like they are now.”
“So what, you want me to become his buddy; maybe set him up on a date with my sister?”
“With Carla?” The admiral laughed out loud. “Hell no! We want him on our side, not running back into space and into the arms of momma-Klin! I don’t think he’s man enough for that one. Not yet.”
“It was a rhetorical question, sir!” They both shared a good-natured laugh.
“But seriously, Lee, we need him to feed false reports to the Klin about the progress of our own shipbuilding efforts, and also to identify any Converts he may know of. The President and Admiral Keller are in the process of compiling a list of all the 2G’s and Converts, just