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many in the newly acquired territories favored independence. The question of Aztlan, a proposed Latino nation to be carved out of the states of northern Mejico and the southwestern United States, had been one of the principal causes of the UN War of almost a century ago. The then–United Nations had proposed a referendum in the region, with a popular vote to determine Aztlanero independence. Washington refused, pointing out that the populations of the four U.S. states involved were predominantly Hispanic and almost certain to vote in favor of the referendum, and that federal authority superceded local desires. The warthat followed had raged across the Earth, in orbit, and on the surfaces of both the Moon and Mars.
    In the end, with the disintegration of the old UN and the rise of the U.S./UFR-Russian-Japanese–led Confederation of World States, Aztlan independence had been all but forgotten…save by a handful of Hispanic malcontents and disaffected political dreamers scattered from Mazatlan to Los Angeles.
    The dream remained alive for many. John’s father, his family long an important clan with connections throughout Sonora and Sinaloa, had been more and more outspoken against the gringo invaders who’d migrated south since the Mexican War. “Carpetbaggers,” he called them, a historical allusion to a much earlier time.
    But he’d not been able to convince John, and for the past four years their relationship, already shaky with Carlos’s drinking and his notoriously quick temper, had grown steadily worse.
    â€œHave you ever thought,” Lynnley said quietly, “that you and your dad could end up on opposite sides, if fighting breaks out?”
    â€œUh-uh. Won’t happen. The government can’t use troops on federal soil.”
    â€œA war starts down here, and all it would take is a presidential order. The Marines would be the first ones to go in.”
    â€œIt won’t come to that,” he said, stubborn. “Besides, I want space duty.”
    She laughed. “And what makes you think they’ll take what you want into consideration?”
    â€œHey, they gave me a dream sheet to fill out.”
    â€œSo? I got one too, but once we sign aboard, our asses are theirs, right? We go where they tell us to go.”
    â€œYeah…” The idea of coming back to Sonora to put down a rebellion left him feeling a bit queasy. He thought he remembered reading, though, that the government never used troops to put down rebellions in the regions those troops called home. That just didn’t make sense.
    It wasn’t going to come to that. It couldn’t .
    â€œYou need to get out of the house for a while?” Lynnley asked him. “I thought we might fly out to Pacifica. Maybe do some shopping?”
    John glanced back at the front door. He could hear the faint and muffled echoes of his father, still shouting. “You stupid bitch! This is all your fault!…”
    â€œI…don’t think I’d better,” he told her. “I don’t want to leave my mom.”
    â€œShe’s a big girl,” Lynnley said. “She can take care of herself.”
    But she doesn’t , he thought, bitter. She can’t . He felt trapped.
    After talking with the Marine recruiter over an implant link three days ago, he and Lynnley had gone to the Marine Corps recruiter in Tiburón the next day and thumbed their papers. In less than three weeks they were supposed to report to the training center at Parris Island, South Carolina. Somehow he had to tell his parents…his mother, at least. How?
    More than once in the past few years, Ellen Garroway Esteban had left the man who was, more and more, a stranger. Two years ago John had tried to get between his parents when his father had been hitting his mother and he’d received a dislocated shoulder in the subsequent collision with a bookcase. And there’d been the time when his father chased