Quiet Invasion (18 page)

Derek wandered in and dropped down on the stiff sofa Kevin kept for visitors. Most offices had chairs, but Kevin insisted that it was traditional for a mechanic to have a rundown sofa, so a sofa he would have.

“So, when they dropping you down?” asked Derek.

Kevin eyed him, trying to see what he had really come in for. “Couple of days. Gotta get at least some training into the tourists first.”

Derek tapped the back of the sofa, sort of in time with the music. “They’re going to be sending Josh Kenyon down with you. Did you know that?”

“Yes.” Derek still wouldn’t look at him. “Ben let me know at the end of the reception. Said it was Dr. Hatch’s idea.”
Come on, Derek, say it, whatever it is. It’s just you and me here.

But Derek just changed the subject again. “And you’re taking Adrian with you?”

Kevin sighed and looked back down at his screen. “Yeah, Adrian will be with me in Scarab Five. Charlotte and Bailey are taking down Fourteen.” The problem, he decided was that Shelby wasn’t used to the idea of human backup for computer records. He’d come from a fully automated and fully profit-making environment.

Just have to take him aside and teach him the importance of counting those beans….

“I don’t envy you, Kevin.”

“I don’t envy me either,” muttered Kevin before he realized Derek was not talking about correcting Shelby’s accounting behaviors.

“You expecting problems?” Derek was working hard to make the question sound like idle curiosity, and he was failing miserably.

At least now I know what you wanted to talk about.
Kevin leaned back with a sigh. “Actually, Derek, I am, and you should be too.”

Derek shook his head and dropped his gaze, smiling a little. It was an old gesture, a little-boy gesture Derek had picked up when trying to put one over on teachers, and principals, and pretty girls. “Well, we’ll just all have to do our best, won’t we?” he said brightly. When he looked up again, all he saw was Kevin’s blank expression.

“I guess so,” Kevin ran one finger along the edge of the desk. “Dr. Meyer talk to you lately?”

Derek nodded, relaxed. “Yeah. She doesn’t mind the pause. She’s got lots of new data to correlate, she says, especially with the biologist they sent up.”

Kevin met his brother’s eyes. He saw all the uneasy trust in them, all the shaky confidence that everything was still going to be okay because not only was one of the big shots in on this, his big brother was too. A thousand things jumped into Kevin’s mind all at once, all of them needing to be said. Hell, begging to be said.

Derek slapped his hands down on his thighs and got to his feet.

“Derek…” started Kevin.

“What?”

And if I say anything, then what? He won’t stop. I’ll just scare him, and if he’s scared, he’ll give it all away. It’s not just Michael we’re dealing with now. We’ve got the U.N. here.
“Never mind.”

Derek shrugged. “Okay, then. I won’t.”

“Okay.”

Derek walked back out into the main hangar. The door swished shut behind him. Kevin rested his elbows on his desk and stared at the screen. The rows of dollar figures and time signatures made no sense. They were just numbers, tidy sets of numbers that didn’t mean anything at all.

What had ever convinced him that they did?

“We were ready to make the recording, Ms. Cleary,” called Phil through the open door.

“Thank you, Mr. Bowerman,” Angela shouted back. “I’ll be right there.”

Philip and Angela had requested adjoining suites on the grounds that they’d have to be doing a lot of screen work together and they didn’t want to have to monopolize a conference room. Angela wasn’t entirely sure Dr. Failia believed them, but she wasn’t sure she cared either.

Angela pulled out a chair from under Phil’s dining table and swiveled it to face the wall screen. She sat down and flattened her screen roll on her lap. As she did, Phil pressed the Record key and started talking to the wall screen.

“Good evening, Mr. Hourani. This is preliminary report you asked for. We’ve had several conversations with Michael Lum, the chief of security here. He’s cooperative, if not terribly enthusiastic. We’ve established a monitoring approach on com traffic to and from Mars that everybody can live with….”

“We’re monitoring transmission levels, just for the past six months as opposed to the previous couple of years, seeing if we get any jumps,” put in Angela.

“We’ve also checked dips into known stream hot spots,” Philip went on, ticking off a point on the screen roll he had spread out on his lap. “There’s a few Venerans who like to talk separatist politics, but they’re all in the shallows, nothing going on down in the depths.” He glanced at Angela.
Your turn
, he mouthed.

Angela found her next point on her own roll. “Bennet Godwin was late to the U.N. reception tonight, but we got in a face-to-face. My impression is that he seems more sour than serious. If he’s doing anything other than being sympathetic to the Bradburyans and being annoyed at U.N. interference with his schedule pad, he’s doing a tremendous job of hiding it.”

“In short, sir,” said Philip, “so far so good. There seems to be nothing going on here but science and general good clean living.” He reached for the Send key, but Angela frowned, and he hesitated.

“The only thing is…” She started and then stopped. Could be nothing, probably was nothing, but if it wasn’t…”
Say it Angela.
“The tension around here is thicker than the cloud cover. During the reception, I felt as if I was in a shark pool, and the sharks were all waiting for the first hint of blood.”

The corner of Philip’s mouth quirked up. “You ever dealt with a research facility that’s short on funding before?”

Angela shook her head. “But this one isn’t anymore.”

“True, but if you’ve been living in fear for a while, it can take time to bleed away.”

Angela shrugged. “I offer it for what it’s worth.” She paused. “Mr. Hourani, you should also know that I will be the one going down to take a look at the Discovery with the rest of the investigative team. Phil required me to engage in an obscure North American combat ritual known as scissors-paper-stone to determine which of us would take the plunge, and I lost.”

Phil’s smile was all benevolence. “And on that note…” Philip touched the Send button, and the record light faded out in time with the glow of the screen.

Angela dropped the screen roll on the couch and yawned hugely. “Want something caffeinated?” asked Philip.

She shook her head. “I was on coffee all through dinner; any more and you’ll be peeling me off the ceiling.”

“Scotch then? The base distillery’s surprisingly good.”

She waved him away. “Want the boss to catch me with a glass in my hand? We’re on the clock until he takes us off it.”

“Relax, Angie, he can’t see you from Earth.”

“He’d smell it on the ether.” Philip opened his mouth, and she held up her hand. Philip shrugged and let it go, picking up his notes instead. They each settled down to their own work and their own thoughts until the screen chimed again and lit up with an incoming message.

Mr. Hourani’s head and shoulders appeared on the screen. The wall behind him was completely blank, so he was probably in his own office rather than one of the conference rooms.

“Good evening, Mr. Bowerman, Ms. Cleary,” said Mr. Hourani. They’d both given him permission to use their first names, but Angela had never heard him do it. “Thank you for your initial report. Your compromise on the Venus-Mars communication monitoring is excellent. I doubt we’ll see anything there, but if we do, it would be best if the Venerans see it too. We are conducting this one in the full blaze of media jurisprudence. You in particular are being watched. If we make an accusation we must be very, very certain of our facts or we will be vilified from one end of the stream to the other.” He gave them a small, ironic smile. “I know. Someone is going to do that anyway, but I’d prefer it if they were wrong and we were right.” Mr. Hourani turned over a sheet in front of him. “Now, as to Ms. Cleary being the one to actually visit the Discovery, all I have to say is, given Mr. Bowerman’s fondness for ancient combat rituals, I would have expected you to be ready for this eventuality.” He flashed a look full of his best mock severity. “I can only hope you will do better next time.” His face softened instantly back into his normal, neutral expression. “Continue with your good work. I will be very interested in what you uncover.” The connection faded to black.

“Excellent job, Ms. Cleary,” said Phil.

“Excellent job, Mr. Bowerman,” replied Angela. They shook hands vigorously. Angela rolled her screen back up and stood. “I’ve got training tomorrow morning. You want to get together afterwards and do an initial rundown on the Mars monitoring?”

“Sounds good.” Phil stretched his arms up over his head and let them swing back down. “Tough going on the EVA stuff?”

Now it was Angela’s turn to shrug. “Getting in and out of the suits is a pain, but other than that…” She shrugged again. “Actually, I’m kind of looking forward to this. It’s not a chance that comes around every day.”

“You’re right there. I just”—Phil waved his hands as if looking to catch hold of the right words—“cannot get excited about going down into that hellhole.”

Angela chuckled and slapped him gently on the shoulder. “Wimp. You go through space just fine.”

“Ah”—Phil held up one finger—“but if the ship springs a leak in space, chances are you’ll have time to do something. One of those scarabs springs a leak, and you’re going to pop like a balloon.”

“Actually, I’ll flatten and vaporize.” She smiled at him. “They showed us a video. See you at breakfast?”

“You bet.”

In her own room, Angela laid her screen roll on the desk. She stared at it for a moment, trying to understand what was bothering her. So far, the assignment had been a walk in the park. Everybody, everything, was as they were supposed to be, with just enough little variations and surprises to assure her that she was seeing them all accurately. The underlying tension could easily exist because Venera Base was a colony, a unique colony in a unique situation to be sure, but a colony all the same; and colonists did not generally like yewners, with good reason.

From the outside, Venera looked simple, but when you got inside, you saw it was anything but. It was called a research base, so everyone saw the scientists and the engineers and seldom got beyond that. But the majority of the ten thousand people on the base were not scientists. They were maintenance staff, shopkeepers, teachers, administrators, farmers, skilled and unskilled workers, children, and what Angie called “support spouses,” people who kept the house and raised the children and did the business of living so the other spouse could take care of the other kinds of business. As on any isolated base, people were largely defined by what work they did. Your work determined who you socialized with, where you lived, how you were treated in the social hierarchy—and there was definitely a hierarchy, with the scientists at the top. She hadn’t quite defined the bottom yet. It was somewhere between the butchers and the farmers.

Not that there were bad neighborhoods here or anything like that. Grandma Helen would never have permitted it. Everything was clean, everyone was looked after one way or another. Everyone had some kind of community to keep them going—villages within the village.

All of which helped explain one of the other things Angie had found. Some people had spent their life savings and a whole lot of time trying to get here. It was far more peaceful than Mars and, unlike the Moon, was uncontrolled by corporate interests. It was also far friendlier than Earth. There were people who saw this as paradise, and Grandma Helen as Mother Creation.

All day Angela had talked to people: on the mall, on the education level, in the food-processing plants, and all day she had heard the same thing. “Grandma Helen, she’s a great woman.” “Grandma Helen, she keeps this place going.” “Grandma Helen knows what she’s doing.” It was amazing. It was a little frightening.

But still, there was something. Snippets. Near misses. Hesitations. She shook her head. She’d tell Phil about it at breakfast tomorrow. One of the things she liked about her partner and her boss was that they paid attention to unformed concerns. Maybe together Phil and she could dig out whatever her subconscious was trying to tell her.

Angela smiled. One thing was for sure. If Venera Base had secrets, it would not be keeping them for very much longer.

“M
Y FELLOW CA’AED CONTINUES
to enjoy its health?”

The sad envy in the city’s question shivered through T’sha and made her shift her weight on the kite’s perches. Disease and too many sterile winds had crippled the city of K’est. Pity surged through T’sha as her kite carried her through the city’s body. The supporting bones shone white around her, as bleached as the corals. The only colors seemed to be the painted shells, with their sayings and teachings written in beautiful calligraphy overlaying graduated shades of rose and lavender.

“Ca’aed has been fortunate,” T’sha replied to the city through her headset. “I have brought Ambassador Z’eth a new cloning of skin cells that have worked well for us.”

“Ah,” sighed K’est, “I look forward to receiving them.”

Although long illness had given K’est a slight tendency toward self-pity, the city was not yet dying. Far from it. Everywhere, T’sha passed people alive with purpose. They tended and studied. They sampled and directed. In several places, she saw clusters of constructors and their attendants grafting living tendons onto dead bones and transplanting coral buds that glowed pink and orange with vibrant life. Although the winds swirling outside the city were thin, inside its sphere they were thick with life and nutrition. It was almost as if the engineers had turned the entire city into a refresher chamber. T’sha felt her skin expand to take in the richness flowing all around her.

All of this life was the result of Ambassador Z’eth’s tireless efforts. Another ambassador would have given up long ago and indentured her people to other cities for the best terms she could get. Perhaps she would have gone so far as to try to grow a village from what little still lived of her city.