Troy Rising 3 - The Hot Gate (22 page)

“I know,” Dana said. “I wasn’t expecting it, believe me.”

“Was it…was it a show, then?”

“I don’t think so, why?” Dana answered. “Hang on, this window is a bit tricky. God, I wish they’d clean up the orbitals! It’s as bad as the scrapyard. No, I don’t think so. Tyler’s not like that. He just does stuff. I think he gave up a long time ago caring what people think about him. He used to play golf in the main bay of the Troy. You have to be pretty uncaring about what people think to do that. Because it looks crazy as hell.”

“He’s not, is he?” Velasquez asked.

“Don’t think so,” Dana said. “Bout the nicest guy I’ve ever met. Give you the shirt off his back if he couldn’t afford to give you a country instead. When it became apparent that his company had screwed up, or at least been part of the chain of screwups, that led to us losing a boat, he came down to the squadron area practically crying. I know cause I was on duty watch. I mean, he really cared. It wasn’t show. I think he’s got so much power and money about the only thing he doesn’t have is…friends? Most of the real friends he’s got are dead at this point. We’ve never… We’ve only exchanged a few words. I was surprised, too. But it was genuine. He doesn’t do anything for show. I’m still trying to figure it out.”

“Okay,” Velasquez said.

“We’re out of the rubble belt,” Dana said, straightening up. “From here on out it’s one grav to the Gate. I can keep an eye on things. Why don’t you go up front and talk to your dad.”

With Vernon obviously intent on using Twenty-Three, the South Americans, who were arguably the next highest DPs, had all decided that Twenty-Three was the shuttle to take.

“Thank you,” Velasquez said.

“De Nada.”

* * *

“…so there I was trying to breathe vacuum and thinking to myself, ‘As a way to go, it’s sort of a moral victory but the method…sucks.’ Did that translate?”

“Yes,” Dr. Barreiro said, laughing.

“Very much so,” Dr. Werden added. “It was courageous. I’m not sure I would have been willing to go up without a suit.”

“Eh,” Tyler said, waving. “Nobody else could do it. Thank God we’ve got people like EA Velasquez here to go boldly forth. I hope your parents are very proud, young man.”

“I am, sir,” Dr. Velasquez said.

“He’s your son?” Tyler said, grinning. “How the hell did that happen?”

“Dr. Palencia’s son is the engineer of the other boat,” Dr. Barreiro pointed out. “And General Benito’s son is the other…coxswain?”

“I didn’t mean to insult your son’s driving, General,” Tyler said, hastily. “If you want to transfer…we could probably stop at the Troy. It’s in position.”

“Not at all, sir,” General Benito said. “My son said…much the same of… Engineer’s Mate Parker.”

“Then he knows his coxswain’s,” Tyler said. “She’s got that special touch as a cox. I was there for her entry to the main bay. People call it luck. Nobody gets that lucky. That was genius. I decided right then and there that when she got out of the Navy, if she still had the reactions, I was going to hire her as the pilot of the Starfire.”

“It doesn’t hurt that she is pretty, no?” Dr. Barreiro said, smiling.

“What?” Tyler said. “Oh… Uh. No. Not…” He stopped and looked confused. “Okay, let’s be really clear about something. About my daughter’s age and some of the same looks. And… Wow. I’d never even thought about her that way. Now that you point it out… That seems kind of…stupid.”

“If you took offense, Mister Vernon…” Dr. Barreiro said, hastily.

“Oh, no…” Tyler said, still looking puzzled. “No offense taken. I just never even really noticed her looks. Which in twenty-twenty hindsight really is sort of boneheaded. You’re right. She’s hot. But I heard just before you landed you guys have had… You met her before? The State Department guy was saying something…?”

Dr. Barreiro’s face suffused for a moment.

“She works with our sons,” Dr. Palencia said, smoothly. “We have heard a good bit about the famous Comet Parker. Our sons talk about her…constantly.”

“She’s really something,” Tyler said. “It’s people like her, and your sons, who are going to carry mankind to the stars. This war is going to pass. Earth will be safe and we will get out of this system and we will take humanity to the stars. We’re old, gentlemen. These are the star children.”

“You are…very enthused by space,” Dr. Werden said.

“I have been since I was a kid,” Tyler said. “If it wasn’t for this stupid war I’d just turn everything over to David, grab a boat like Wathaet’s and go hopping from star system to star system trading. That’s been a life-long dream of mine. As it is, the way the war is going I’ll be dead before that’s safe to do.”

“Perhaps the negotiations in Eridani will bear fruit,” Dr. Barreiro said.

“Let’s hope they bear better fruit than the Multi-Lateral Talks,” Tyler said. “If Eklit can keep from giving away the store I’ll be happy. No, this is the Phony War period, Doctor. With due respect to your experience. The Rangora respect power and only power. Their own internal politics is about power for power’s sake. They view anyone who does not strive for power for power’s sake as weak. I really don’t care about power. I know that sounds boneheaded, too, but it’s true. Control? I really like having control over my own destiny and that means having high degrees of control. That I’ll go for. But again, I don’t care about control, of money, of power, of people, for the sake of control. The Rangora do. The Horvath do. You’re a diplomat. You know you have to understand the other side to be able to figure out how to negotiate with them.”

“Indeed,” Dr. Werden said.

“What do your analysts say about the Rangora and Horvath?” Tyler asked.

“Depends upon the analyst,” Dr. Barreiro replied. “But, in general, our analysis is the same. My earlier words were essentially a pro-forma expression of a desire for peace.”

“Ah,” Tyler said, nodding. “I suppose that is the duty of a diplomat to automatically desire peace. I desire peace. I also require freedom. Not only for myself, but for earth. If that can be achieved through peaceful ends, wonderful. War is waste. However, the only thing worse than war is the loss of liberty.”

“An interesting position on the part of an American,” Dr. Palencia said.

“You’re talking about how we more or less figured we owned South America?” Tyler said. “Won’t apologize for it. Also can’t recall the last time we got involved in your internal politics. No, that would be the Honduras thing and if it makes you feel any better, I wanted to go up to DC and bitch-slap the entire State Department. No offense, Dr. Velez.”

“It was…more complex than was being presented on either side,” Dr. Velez said. “That is, there were strong arguments that the action was taken as a way of upholding the rule of law. Also strong arguments that it was using ‘rule of law’ as a pretext for a coup. I was of the, minority, camp that held it was a better choice to simply let the Honduran government and people sort it out and not play the Monroe Doctrine game. I also was not a policy maker.”

“I’m generally all for letting people figure things out for themselves,” Tyler said. “I don’t like people telling me what to do and I don’t like telling other people what to do. Part of that whole liberty thing.” He looked over to where EM Velasquez and his father had huddled up. “I guess they have some catching up to do. I hope you got a chance to talk to your son on the ride over, Dr. Palencia.”

“Quite a bit,” Dr. Palencia replied. “And I am looking forward to a longer talk when we get to Granadica.”

“Why didn’t you tell me she was friends with Tyler Vernon!” Despite the tone, Dr. Velasquez was a professional diplomat and kept his features in a friendly mien.

EA Velasquez was not quite so practiced.

“I didn’t know, Papa,” Diego said. “None of us knew. She said that she was surprised by his greeting. But she also had more encounters than she’d discussed. Frankly, she’d never talked about her friends or social life on Troy. When we made rendezvous with the 142nd shuttles, she was greeted warmly by all the personnel including the Chief and the squadron commander.”

“Those don’t matter…” Dr. Velasquez said, waving his hand.

“Really, Papa?” Diego said. “Captain DiNote is the favorite for the combined small boats commander when he makes Admiral. He has already been selected. His name only has to be presented to the American Senate. Which means he will be the Admiral of the 143rd. We have heard rumors that if more transfers come from the 142nd, Chief Barnett is probably going to take over as Squadron Flight Chief and she has no interest in maintaining ‘cultural awareness.’ She is the only person Parker had ever mentioned around us and it is apparent Parker is her protégé. Think of what having her as a senior NCO, which the Nortes treat as almost more important than officers, in charge of our flight group while her former commander is our admiral!”

“I…was unaware of that,” Velasquez said.

“Does Mister Vernon know that Parker has been a target of…”

“Our ire?” Dr. Velasquez filled in, smiling tightly. “Apparently not. Or he is hiding it quite well. I wish I had spoken to Captain DiNote. I do not know if he is aware. This is quickly spinning out of control.”

“What are you going to do?” Diego asked.

“That will be up to the Foreign Minister,” Velasquez said. “For now we must simply play the game and hope that it does not explode in our face.”

* * *

“Permission to enter the flight deck?”

Dana looked at the sender, expecting it to be one of the South American DPs, and was surprised, again, that it was Tyler Vernon.

“Permission granted,” she commed and keyed open the hatch.

“Hey,” Vernon said, bounding into the compartment. “Any port in a storm.”

“We are approaching gate emergence, sir,” Dana said.

“Which was why I wanted to be back here,” Tyler said. “Mind if I sit in the engineer’s bucket? I won’t touch anything.”

“Not at all, sir,” Dana said, locking it out just to be sure.

“You’ve got better viewscreens,” Tyler added. “I just think gate transfer is cool.”

“Changing your screen, sir,” Dana said. “Sir, there is one issue. I am required to have the hatch closed for safety and security reasons. That will put…”

“What, you don’t want rumors started?” Tyler said.

“The rumor that I’m dating the wealthiest person in the system, sir?” Dana said, chuckling. “How horrible. I was more thinking about your reputation, sir.”

“Hang my reputation,” Tyler said. “Close the hatch.”

“Yes, sir,” Dana said.

Tyler immediately spun around in his chair.

“How focused are you on driving?”

“I’d like to clear the gate, sir,” Dana said. She’d never done a gate entry as cox but as far as she’d heard it was dead simple. There was a bare moment of discontinuity and you were in another system. “Frankly, I’d much rather have my engineer sitting in the bucket but I’m pretty good at multi-tasking.”

“I’ll wait,” Tyler said, opaquely.

“Please be aware that we are about to make a gate change,” Dana said over the internal coms. “There will be a brief moment of discontinuity. Very few people suffer any ill effects. And we are making transition in…three…two…one…”

Dana had been through a gate before in the Troy. Seeing the gate’s rippling gray material in the main bay had been rather odd. But this time there was barely a moment of oddness and they were in Wolf.

“Comet, MOGs.”

“Go MOGs.”

“Granadica at One-One-Six Mark Two. Follow the leader. Max ten grav accel. One, Twenty-Three, Twenty-Four, Five.”

Same formation they’d been flying.

“Follow MOGs, Aye. Beni, repeat.”

“Follow the leader, aye. Number Three, aye.”

“ETA, forty-seven minutes.”

“Gentlemen,” Dana commed. “We are in the Wolf system. No navigational hazards. Our estimated time of arrival is sixteen thirty five. Thank you for flying Thermopylae Air. Okay, sir, what’s up?”

“You’re good?” Tyler asked.

“I’m more or less on autopilot.”

“There are a bunch of people on this trip,” Tyler said. “Obviously. Lots of Distinguished Persons. Most of them ended up adding themselves for various reasons, but I went with it because there’s more than one agenda going on.”

“Yes, sir,” Dana said.

“Don’t try to keep up with most of the agendas,” Tyler said. “Bottom-line, you know we’ve had problems with Granadica since the beginning.”

“I’m an engineer, sir,” Dana said, dryly. “Don’t get me wrong. I know why we use Granadica and I appreciate that we have it. But, yes, there are quality control issues. Really odd ones sometimes.”

“We’ll get to that when we get to the system,” Tyler said. “You’re not, really, here because I think you’re a great pilot. I do think you’re good enough to fly me, and I’ve got a lot of care for my skin. But, face it, Lizzbits and Mutant are as good or better.”

“Agreed,” Dana said. “So that was an act?”

“That I asked for you because you were the only pilot I trusted was an act,” Tyler said.

“What about the hug?”

“Huh?” Tyler said. “Uh… We are friends, right?”

“I’m not rejecting that,” Dana said. “I’m just having a hard time putting myself in that category, sir. I hadn’t before. It’s taking some time to adjust.”

“Oh,” Tyler said.

“Sir, you’re the most powerful guy in the solar system,” Dana pointed out. “I’m an Engineer’s Mate from rural Indiana.”

“You don’t… Am I being a pest?”

“No!” Dana said, laughing. “Sir, I’d love to be your friend. And not because you can wave your hand and give me anything so don’t. If it makes you feel any better, I like you. As in like you as a friend. I could use some.”

“Been tough on the Therm?” Tyler asked.

“It’s been…” Dana said and then sighed. “I was going to say ‘interesting’ but, yeah, it’s been pretty bad. But I’m not going to cry on your shoulder. You were saying something about the problems with Granadica.”

“Yeah,” Tyler said. “But if you need a shoulder to cry on, call, okay? I’ve got more free time than I let on. Granadica. Nobody, but nobody, can pin down the problem. Thousands of engineers, very nearly a million man hours thrown at it, AI time, Glatun cyberneticists, nobody can figure out what’s going on.”