Icarus (Interstellar Cargo Book 1) (16 page)

Cole’s eyes widened. “That’s...that’s...” He scratched his head. “Is that even possible?”

She breathed a soft, sad laugh. “In this case, I suppose not.” She regarded the cube in her hand for what seemed like the hundredth time. “But I’ll be damned if I’m going to let his genius go to waste.” The flat of her hand slapped against the wall of the cylinder. She wiped tears from her eyes. “I thought I knew what this was; I’m going to discover its true properties and convert it into what we originally set out to create.”

Rig opened his mouth to speak, but Cole silently shushed him. Forester, however, approached with no intention of being quieted. “I understand your need to grieve, but this mission is yet unfinished. Regardless of the outcome, my superiors are expecting us to acquire for them the Singularity.” He glanced down at her hand—the one holding the cube. “In any capacity.”

Lin clutched the cube to her chest. “The transfer failed. He died well before the process could establish proper neural contact.” She exhaled a deep, miserable sigh.

Forested offered a stiff nod. “Yes, of course.”

“I’m sure your ‘superiors’,” Cole held up air quotes with his fingers, “will have to understand, Arthur.” He crossed his arms. “And since this farce of a mission is finished, perhaps you can explain how we should proceed from here. I can’t imagine any one of us—him especially—” he pointed at a confused Rig, “can return to work as though nothing happened.”

The director straightened his immaculate suit. “There is no ‘we,’ Captain. My tenure with SolEx was instituted by the grace of my employer. My name will be cleared one way or another.” He lifted his chin. “I cannot say the same for you.”

“I’m pretty sure we already discussed the topic of leverage,” Cole said. “And I don’t know who it is you work for, but we’re all tied to this mass murder.” He made a circular gesture with his hand to indicate everyone in the lab. “Now, we’re all aware that Lin’s father is to blame, but pinning it on him’s going to be a tough sell.” His gaze alternated between Lin and Forester. “For the two of you, that is.”

“I’m feeling kinda left out here,” Rig said.

“Trust me,” Cole said, to the mechanic, “you’re a big part of this equation.” He pointed to his own eyes as a reminder. “Once Terracom gets wind one of their debtors is off gallivanting with terrorists, they’re going to follow your nice eyeball crumb trail to this park.”

Rig smiled and nodded, approving of his inclusion. “Glad to help.”

“I’m unclear as to your involvement,” Forester said to Rig. “You managed to escape with your life by meddling in our affairs. That is understandable—commendable, even.” He dusted his sleeve with the back of his hand. “What I cannot understand is your continued involvement.”

“Unless you people can fix my eyes like you did for you-know-who back on the boat,” he thumbed back toward the lift, “it don’t matter where I go.” He smiled and rubbed his nose. “Might as well see how things turn out with you good folks before I make my mad dash to freedom.”

Forester’s expression hardened. “Your need to satisfy your curiosity will jeopardize this mission, and that is unacceptable.”

Rig laid a beefy hand on the director’s shoulder. “Hey, c’mon, Forest—”

The mechanic was not a tall man, though his husky frame made up for what he lacked in height. Years of maintaining machinery of all sorts had hardened both his body and resolve. Cole had learned firsthand just how strong Rig was through a crushing handshake. Yet it was the seemingly frail Forester who demonstrated the true meaning of strength. With the speed of an eagle ripping its prey from a river, the director snatched Rig’s unwelcome hand off his shoulder, twisted his wrist, and yanked the mechanic’s arm behind his back, dropping him to his knees as though he were little more than a pesky child.

Holy....

Rig gasped, slapping his strained shoulder. He could not stand, nor gain any advantage. The more he struggled, the worse his situation became. Forester was in complete control, all the leverage in his favor. His face was calm despite the obvious effort being applied to subdue his opponent.

“I suggest you reconsider your current stance,” Forester said to Rig, his voice calm. His grip tightened even more, and the mechanic screamed. “I promise it would be your benefit.”

“Let him go.” The demand had come from Lin, her tone quiet, yet cold. “Our engagement will conclude long before anyone learns of his disappearance from the colony.”

It seemed as though Forester would do the exact opposite of what Lin had asked of him, but he eventually relented, allowing Rig to collapse to the floor to coddle his injured shoulder. The director straightened and shot her a look of caution.

The engineer ignored him and pressed her hand upon a panel on the collider. A section of the cylinder raised up, and she set the cube inside a small alcove before closing the panel. “We should return upstairs and discuss our options there.” She wouldn’t meet anyone’s gaze.

Cole’s gloved hands made their familiar creaking sound. “You heard the boss,” he said to Forester, before kneeling down to check on Rig. He stopped short when the mechanic groaned and rolled onto his back, a pained smile distorting his bearded face.
Is he laughing?

“That little pecker’s got a hell of a bite.” Rig sat up with Cole’s aid. “Director of what?” he asked, rotating his arm and shoulder to make sure it still worked. “Kung Fu?”

Cole was wondering the very same thing. Just who was this employer who could implant an individual inside a mega corporation like SolEx, have him rise through the ranks, only to have commit espionage and participate in an act of terrorism? Regardless of her current emotional status, he vowed to finally confront Lin and collect his answers.

The quiet stillness of the nature center above the lab threatened to lull Cole into a sense of safety. Were it not for their unconscious prisoner bound to a nearby couch, the stolen multi-billion unicred prototype cargo vessel shining like a beacon outdoors, and the corporate entity fueling terrorism looming over everyone’s head, he might be able to appreciate the view of Olympus Mons through the expansive bay window at the back of the building.

“None of us can ever return to SolEx,” Lin said shortly after Cole and Rig exited the lift. “Not after our encounter with the Kobold-2s outside the Terraport.” She said this, her attention solely upon her Rook.

“What happened to you placing all the blame on her?” Cole gestured toward Emmerich. “Did something change after...” His words trailed when he saw Forester nodding his head in agreement. Then he remembered what the director had done prior to his emergency dock with the ICV-71. “The remaining Kobold-2. The pilot of that ship will relay word of our—
your
—collusion.” He sighed. “SolEx and Terracom will never believe a single radical inspector had forced all our hands to detonate a terraformer and sack one of their ships.” Cole had to sit down.

“The Terraport came back online far faster than I could have ever anticipated,” Lin explained. “The probability of such an anomaly—”

“I don’t want to hear it.” Cole said, his hand making a slicing motion for her to stop.

Rig chuckled. “Heh. What did you people think was gonna happen when you took on the devil? I’m amazed you made it as far as you did.”

“All we did was free a dead man who lied to and murdered an entire colony of his trusted zealots,” Cole argued. He made sure to look both Lin and Forester in the eyes. “None of this would have happened if I’d called your bluff.”

Forester seemed amused by Cole’s comment. “Bluff? What makes you think for a moment Inspector Emmerich wouldn’t have blasted a hole in your head when she first boarded the ship? Have you forgotten her initial plan to destroy the Terraport?”

“I’m not talking about Commander Crackpot, Arthur!” Cole shouted. “I don’t think there is or ever was manufactured video evidence to incriminate me.”

Lin looked away, and Forester’s lack of a response was all the proof Cole needed. He nodded, oddly calm despite the bombshell revelation. “I suppose the same goes for Emmerich.” He walked over to a desk and slid out the chair and sat on it, stirring a small cloud of dust. He stared off at nothing for a moment before adding, “What was so special about your father? I need to know to what I gave away my freedom.”

Lin looked up, tears in her eyes. However, it was Forester who answered in her stead. “What does it matter? He’s dead.” His tone was harsh, dangerous. “All of this was for
nothing
.”

Cole did not have a moment to allow Forester’s words to sink in before watching the director turn on his heel and head for the center exit.
Is he leaving?
“Is there someplace you need to be?”

“I suggest you concern yourself with clearing your name, Musgrave,” Forester said with his back to Cole. “My path is clear.”

Cole waved goodbye to him. “It was great working with you today, Art. Enjoy your long walk back to civilization. Sure is a great night to break in those nice loafers. Oh, and make sure you look up tonight and see if you can spot Earth. That blue dot is always easier to see out in the countryside.” The door slammed closed as he finished talking.

The ensuing silence was deafening.

Cole clapped his hands together, startling the others. “Arthur T. Forester. Such a team player. SolEx sure knows how to pick ‘em.”

“Who was that guy?” Rig asked, Cole’s sarcasm lost on him.

“That’s an excellent question, Mr. Solomon,” Cole said, looking to Lin for the answer.

The engineer looked on the verge of hysterics, though she managed to keep calm and offer Cole a nod. “Come with me.”

O
lympus Mons was a monumental freak of nature. The solar system’s largest known volcano engulfed the horizon, blotting out much of the martian sky. Its sheer cliffs vaulted upward for miles, terminating at the equally colossal shield which covered the entire range. Standing in the shadow of its familiar magnificence, Lin could almost forget her father’s passing and the terrible legacy he had left behind. Unfortunately, the whole of the park was a reminder of what had once been, and that only drove the dagger deeper.

“Do you think Rig will be alright by himself inside the nature center?” Cole asked her.

Lin couldn’t care less what became of the criminal stowaway. To her, he was nothing more than a cracked spoke in her shattered wheel. “He’s an adult, is he not?”

“That he is.” He tucked his hands into his jacket pockets. “Still, aren’t you worried he might touch something expensive in there?”

Lin stepped onto the trail leading to the foot of the volcano. “Anything of significance is in the lab below, none of which would be of interest to him.”

Cole nodded and kicked a stone off the overgrown path.
Is he brooding? Normally he speaks his mind. I can only imagine what he thinks of me.
“I owe you some answers.”

Cole glanced first at the Rook—as he always did—as everyone always did when speaking with her. He shrugged. “Doesn’t really matter anymore, I guess. But if it makes you feel better...” He withdrew his hand from his pocket and gestured toward her to speak freely.

How many times did he relate to me his need for me to divulge answers?
Lin thought, befuddled by his unexpected change of attitude. Just who was Cole Musgrave? She probably knew more about his past than most from studying his SolEx personnel file, but the human being walking beside her was quite the enigma. Sure, he exuded bravado and pretended to wear his emotions on his sleeves, but she could sense gentleness and fragility lurking just below the surface. He was exceptionally intelligent, clever, and aware of his surroundings. He displayed a strong sense of duty toward his current company, inexplicably willing to further her fruitless cause despite the obvious predicament into which he had been placed.

I owe him so much more than hollow words, but they will have to do for now.
“Arthur Forester’s position as Director of Operations was legitimate—if not heavily manufactured, though as you may have ascertained, he is more than he appears. His allegiance is with the United System, though my knowledge of him ends there.”

“A government spook?” Cole asked, seemingly amused. “Since when does UniSys sneak around in the shadows looking to free known criminals? Couldn’t they have just knocked on Terracom’s door and....”

Lin shook her head, but she could tell Cole was already figuring things out on his own. She liked how quick he was on his mental feet. “You said it yourself when Inspector Emmerich first boarded the ICV-71: The same organization that influences all five levels of government....”

He brought his hand to his chin and stroked his thin stubble. Lin wondered when—if ever—he would take these gloves off. “Yeah, I see your point. So this is being done in secret...and on a small scale.” He pointed at her. “I’m afraid to ask from which of the Five you sought assistance.”

“One of the sectors of AMBER that voted in favor of defunding the national parks,” she answered with more than a little disdain. “Research.” His surprise was expected and understandable considering their ties with NASA and education. “The Research sector has long opposed Terracom’s influence over the whole of the United System, as well as their correctional division monopoly. My father was targeted and wrongfully imprisoned by Terracom as a means of ceasing his groundbreaking work. Work which promised to transform the terraforming field.”
Or maybe they knew something about him I didn’t,
she considered, recalling his comment regarding the Cosmic Particle project. Apparently he had never actually worked on it despite her deep involvement.
What exactly was he researching, if not a passage into the multiverse?

“Seeing as a public display of their involvement would cause a massive scandal and spur an investigation, I assume someone in the Research sector sought you out in private,” Cole said, filling in the blanks. He shook his head. “I can only imagine what their pitch for such an insane idea was like.”

Lin’s ears heated. She was not about to tell him that in her then-fragile-state, the overly complex plan presented to her seemed both reasonable and justifiable. “I only knew that I had to free my father at any cost.”