Deathstalker Rebellion (70 page)

“This one’s a rebel,” she said quietly. “Do we have any more?”

“Thirty-two so far. You did say …”

“Yes, I did. Keep their faces covered. With bandages if you have to. What the Wolfes don’t know won’t hurt them, and we don’t need the complications. Any news on more supplies?”

“Most of it’s still held up in orbit. Since the attack, the Wolfes are only allowing
essential
craft-landing permission. Security, they say.”

“Bastards. I’ll contact the Sisterhood again when I get a chance. See if they can put some pressure on.”

“What do we do with the rebels once they’re well enough to be moved? Can’t just leave them here; we need the space. But what’s the point in healing them if we just have to hand them over to Wolfe security afterward?”

“Don’t worry about it. The rebels will spirit them away as soon as they can safely be moved. They always do.” Beatrice looked back over her shoulder as raised voices came from the entrance to the tent. She saw who it was and scowled. “Here comes trouble. Get those faces covered. Now.”

The nurse nodded quickly and turned away. Beatrice made
her way back to the entrance as quickly as she could and blocked it with her body. She nodded for the flustered nurse to leave it to her, and the nurse nodded gratefully and left her to it. Beatrice smiled icily at the newcomer.

“Cardinal Kassar, to what do we owe the pleasure of your company at this extremely busy time?”

“You’ve got rebel wounded in here,” said Kassar flatly. “I’ve had reports. I want them handed over to my people for questioning. Now. They shouldn’t be here anyway. I’ve got more hurt men coming in.”

“Something else gone wrong?”

“None of your business.”

“You’re the one filling my tent with wounded. That makes it my business. And as a Sister of Mercy, I’ll treat anyone who needs my help. That’s my job.”

Kassar smiled coldly. “Screw your job. Either you turn those rebel scum over to me now, or I’ll have my men come in and drag them out.”

Beatrice nodded calmly. “Always knew you were a bit of a bastard, James. But don’t let your anger over losing a battle push you into doing something you’ll regret. The Sisterhood still has a lot of pull with the Church back on Golgotha. And right now I’m the Sisterhood’s favorite daughter. I’m doing great things for their image. You mess with me, and my superiors will have your superiors come down on you like a ton of bricks in a wind shaft.”

“We’re a long way from Golgotha, Beatrice. By the time you can get word out, it’ll all be over. Your precious rebels have information I need, and I’m going to squeeze it out of them, drop by drop. They’ll suffer as my men have suffered. And there’s not a damned thing you can do to stop me.”

“Wrong,” said Beatrice. “Look down, Cardinal.”

They both looked down, and there was Beatrice’s hand, holding a scalpel pressed lightly against Kassar’s groin. They both stood very still.

“You wouldn’t dare,” said Kassar.

“Try me,” said Beatrice. “Like you said, we’re a long way from Golgotha. Accidents happen. You don’t give a damn about your men being hurt. You’re just desperate to salvage some small success from this unholy mess, so your precious career doesn’t go down the toilet. Well, this is my territory, James, and we do things my way here. You try and walk over me, and I swear I’ll geld you, right here and now.”

Kassar looked into her steady eyes and believed her.

“I’ll be back. With armed men.”

“No you won’t. I’ve got a hidden camera recording this. You really want your men to see you backed down by a mere Sister of Mercy? That would really kill your promotion chances. Now, get out of here. I’m sick of looking at you.”

Kassar nodded jerkily and stepped carefully backward. “I won’t forget this, bitch.”

“That’s the idea. Now, piss off. I have work to do.”

Kassar turned and strode away, his stiff back radiating helpless rage. God help the first person he ran into back at the complex. Beatrice watched him go, hefting the scalpel thoughtfully. There wasn’t actually any hidden camera, but Kassar wouldn’t believe that. It was the sort of thing he’d do, after all. She’d do well to keep a watchful eye on the Cardinal after this. He was a spiteful man, and he never forgot an insult. Beatrice couldn’t find it in herself to care. She had more important things to concern her. She turned around as one of the doctors called her name urgently and trudged back through the blood and death to see what she could do to help.

Cardinal James Kassar was still fuming when he joined Half A Man in his quarters for their prearranged meeting. He’d fix the bitch. Though maybe not personally. And not until he’d got the tape. Wouldn’t do for anyone else to find out how she’d humiliated him. He nodded curtly to Half A Man, who was standing at parade rest beside a bed Kassar suspected he never used anyway. It was hard to think of Half A Man doing something as human and vulnerable as sleeping. The spitting energy field that made up the right half of the man’s body was openly disturbing when seen up close. It seemed to be no color and every color all at once, and if you looked at it too long it swallowed up your gaze till you were lost in it. Kassar kept his gaze fixed on what was left of Half A Man’s face. Though even that didn’t seem very human anymore.

“Let’s get to the point,” Kassar said harshly. “I need to debrief what’s left of my men after today’s debacle. You have instructions from my superiors on how to deal with the Wolfes?”

“Very simple instructions,” said Half A Man. When he opened his mouth to speak, Kassar could see energy seething
within it. He made himself concentrate on what Half A Man was saying. “You’re to plant explosives I’ve brought with me in certain delicate parts of the factory. I have a map that will show you the exact positions. The explosions will do just enough damage to slow down stardrive production, without actually putting it in jeopardy. The purpose is to make the Wolfes look incompetent. The Church will then be in a strong position to take over control of stardrive production in the best interests of the Empire. Apparently, your superiors feel the need for rather more influence at Court.”

Kassar nodded. “Easy enough to arrange. I know just the man for the job. Very discreet and, if need be, completely expendable. You supply the map and the explosives, and I’ll take care of the details. No one will notice anything until the bombs go off.” He stopped and studied Half A Man thoughtfully for a moment. “You’ve never struck me as particularly religious before. Why risk your much-vaunted impartiality to smuggle in explosives for the Church? What are you getting out of this?”

“Something I want very badly. Nothing you need to know about.”

“Well, I want something, too,” said Kassar. “Mother Superior Beatrice of the Sisters of Mercy. She’s running a field hospital here. I want her killed. Horribly. You arrange that for me, and I’ll keep quiet about what I know.”

“I could kill you right now,” said Half A Man.

“You can’t make this work without me,” said Kassar evenly. “You don’t have the contacts. Only my men have unsupervised access to the kinds of places the bombs will have to go. Anyone else, and the Wolfes’ security people will start asking awkward questions. You need me,”

“The quality of people entering the Church has gone right down the drain in recent years,” said Half A Man. “Very well. I’m empowered to be … flexible, to get the job done. I’ll see that Beatrice meets an unpleasant end.”

“I’ll tell you when,” said Kassar. “I need to check if a certain tape exists first.”

“Very well. But Kassar … don’t ever try to pressure me again. I have a very short and unpleasant way with people who annoy me. You’ll find the map on my writing table, along with instructions on where to find the explosives. They’re to be timed to go off during the Wolfes’ ceremony to celebrate stardrive production finally going on-line.
Shreck and his fellow news reptiles will be there to capture it all for posterity.”

“Good,” said Kassar. “I’ve got a little surprise of my own planned for Toby Shreck. He won’t just be recording the news; he’s going to be part of it.”

Daniel and Stephanie Wolfe were arguing again, though at least they had the sense to do it somewhere private for once. Stephanie paced back and forth in the private Family reception hall, throwing words like knives at her brother, who stood sulking by the built-in bar, glaring down into his drink. Michel and Lily stood together a respectful distance away, large drinks in their hands, being ignored by their spouses, as usual. The hall had belonged to the Campbells first, and their crest still showed faintly on one wall where it had been imperfectly removed before the Wolfe crest had been superimposed over it. Despite the hostile takeover by the Wolfes, the factory complex still had a strong Campbell presence. Wolfe security men were still turning up hidden booby traps in the function rooms and logic bombs in the computers. All food and drink had to be shipped in from offworld. All of which helped to explain why Stephanie was in a particularly foul mood before things started going wrong.

She stopped for breath for a moment, and there was an ominous silence in the hall. Daniel had a lot of things he felt like saying, but knew better than to try and interrupt his sister while she was in full rant. Besides, what he felt like saying really needed to be shouted for full effect, and he didn’t trust the room’s soundproofing. There were bound to be a few Campbell loyalists still hidden in the complex personnel, not to mention spies from the Church, And it wouldn’t do for he and his sister to be overheard plotting treason against their own Family. Not even by the handpicked men they had standing guard outside the only door. Guards were necessary, even inside the complex, to protect against rebel sympathizers and infiltrators. And to make sure the Cardinal and his people kept their distance. Kassar’s hatred for Wolfes in general and Valentine in particular was well-known, and there was no sense in putting temptation in his hands. It was open knowledge that the Church of Christ the Warrior felt it ought to be in charge of stardrive production.
As usual, the Empress was sitting back and letting things sort themselves out.

“I still think we shouldn’t be discussing this in front of
them
,” Daniel said finally, gesturing with his drink at Michel and Lily.

“They won’t talk,” said Stephanie dismissively. “What’s good for us is good for them, and they know it. And it’s important they know what we’re planning, so they won’t say or do the wrong thing through ignorance. Besides, they know what would happen to them if they talked, don’t you, darlings? Of course you do. Now, pay attention, Daniel. We have to go through with this. That rebel attack during a live holotransmission made us look very bad. Us, as well as Valentine. It’s a dangerous setback to our plans, and we’re running out of time. We have to come up with something that will make us look good and Valentine appear utterly incompetent, before stardrive production actually starts. Once it’s up and running, Valentine will be the Empress’s favorite blue-eyed boy, and it will take a miracle to dislodge him.”

“Agreed,” said Daniel. “But I still don’t want us discussing this in front of witnesses. I can trust you not to speak whatever the pressures, but I can’t say the same about our dear spouses. We might be married to them, but that doesn’t make them Family.”

“Oh, all right. We’ll discuss this further in my private quarters. Michel, Lily, stay here till we send for you. You don’t need to know the details anyway. Just do as you’re told. And try not to drain the bar dry, for a change.”

She swept out the hall majestically, with Daniel following, as always. Michel and Lily waited until the door had closed firmly behind their respective spouses, and then they threw themselves into each other’s arms. Their mouths met hungrily, bodies pressing together, clutching at each other like someone drowning and going under for the third time. The occasions when they could be together had been few and far between on Technos III, but that only fanned the flames of their passion. Perhaps because it underlined that the only people they could depend on were each other. They finally broke apart a little, still in each other’s arms, breathing heavily into each other’s mouths, eyes locked on eyes.

“We have to do it,” said Lily, her voice harsh with need and urgency. “It’s our only chance to be free of them and have our own life, together. I’ve got a guard eating out of
my hand. He can get us explosives from the armory. Afterward, we can kill him in a way that will point at rebel infiltrators. Then all we have to do is plant the bomb in just the right place, to go off at just the right time, and that will be the end of dear Daniel and dear Stephanie. May they rot and burn in hell.

“No one will suspect us; there are far too many other more obvious enemies, from the rebels to the dear Cardinal himself. We’ll be ever so regretful, of course, but we’ll be the only ones in a position to take over here. Valentine won’t want to come all the way out here, away from those noxious substances he thrives on, just to run a factory, and we’re the only Family he can trust. Once we’ve shown him we can handle things, he’ll leave us alone and turn his attentions elsewhere. We’ll be able to marry at last. He won’t object, not once we point out it’s the only way of keeping the factory wholly in the Family.”

“Don’t you feel any guilt?” said Michel. He suddenly pushed her away from him, and she stumbled back a step, caught off balance. She looked very slight and vulnerable on her own, with her huge dark eyes, dark as the night. Michel made himself concentrate on what he was saying. “We are married to them, after all. They made us Wolfes. Aristocrats. I was an accountant, and you were a librarian and minor authority on tarot readings. If I hadn’t met you, I would have been more than happy to be a Wolfe’s husband and live an aristocrat’s luxurious life.”

“But we did meet,” said Lily, moving in close again so that her breath was sweet in his mouth. “And you loved me as I loved you, more than being an aristo, more than life itself. If we can’t be together, I don’t care about anything else. Guilt? What has that got to do with us? Daniel never tried to be a husband to me. Never loved me, never liked me, never spent a moment in my company that he didn’t have to. Was Stephanie ever any different? Did she ever give a damn about you, except as a fashionable accessory, something big and muscular to be flashed at Court? Jacob Wolfe only arranged our marriages because we brought necessary small businesses into the Family that he didn’t want going to anyone else. Our families sold him the businesses along with us because of the dowries he offered. No one asked us. No one ever asks us.”