Vertigo: Aurora Rising Book Two (39 page)

“Sir, I—”

“Now about General O’Connell? I realize his demeanor can be abrasive, but he has years of leadership experience and—”

“He has made a disaster of the Federation war and shows no interest in the alien one. I believe he is driven by a personal vendetta against the Senecans due to the loss of his mother in the First Crux War. It is clouding his judgment and forcing him into rash decisions not backed up by cogent strategy or the facts on the battlefield.”

“And the fact your daughter not only uncovered these aliens but then was apparently falsely implicated in the EASC bombing isn’t clouding your judgment?”

“Sir, we have lost eight colonies. 6.4 million citizens—quadruple that number if you count those who are perishing on Messium as we speak. Another four Senecan and five independent colonies are decimated. 1.2 million people missing or dead. I hardly need my judgment clouded in order to want to defend those who remain.”

Knight takes Queen.
“Fair enough, Admiral. You’ve made your point. I’ll have a word with General O’Connell and make certain his priorities are as they should be. If they are not, I will consider a change in leadership.”

“Thank you, Prime Minister. Hopefully we will receive good news from Messium in the next few hours.”

“I hope so as well. Now if you’ll excuse me, the Assembly leadership awaits.”

But once she had departed, he did not head for the basement situation room where the Assembly leadership would be gathering. Instead he activated privacy shielding and walked behind his desk.

The alien had almost always been the one to contact him over the years, but there had existed a few instances where he had needed to be able to reach out. In those instances it had responded promptly.

He provided the code to his eVi, a nonsensical string of symbols and numbers.

“Hyperion, are you there? I’d expected to hear from you by now. As you’re no doubt aware, I’ve now risen to the position of Earth Alliance Prime Minister and can at last control humanity’s path.”

Silence.

“I ask you to pull your forces back. Pause the attacks. Give me a few weeks, and I promise you humanity will no longer represent a threat to you. I can make this happen—I possess the power. I simply need more time.”

Silence.

“This is why you sought me out so many years ago. Because you recognized the great deeds I could accomplish. I have fulfilled all that potential and from here I can move mountains. I can move worlds. From here I can do anything. Give me the opportunity to prove it. Pull back.”

Silence.

“Please. I beg you. Do not forsake me now.”

Silence.

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KRYSK

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LIVIA DIDN’T BOTHER TO TAMP DOWN
her scowl as she approached the receptionist for the second time in as many months. She also didn’t introduce herself this time. Given the outcome of her previous visit she doubted the woman had forgotten her.

The receptionist quivered violently. She hadn’t, then. “I’ll inform Mr. Ferre you’ve arrived, m-ma’am.”

Laure Ferre had contacted her the day before to discuss a recalcitrant broker. Ferre’s largest supplier of block-stripped hardware components was pitching a fit in the wake of the ‘accident’ involving Ilario and Alaina Ferre and demanding to speak to whoever was in charge—really in charge—or he was cutting off his supplies. He refused to travel to New Babel and a holo would not do. The man blamed his obstinacy on the chaos of the wars.

She rarely acceded to the demands of others, but it seemed she was making a lot of concessions lately. End of days and all. Given the losses in the east she could not afford to lose the Federation markets as well, though on the fringes those markets were also beginning to vanish to the aliens.

So she had donned her most severe black pantsuit, slipped on dress heels which were capable of killing a person if the appropriate amount of force was applied, tied her hair in a black silk scarf and flown to Krysk.

Make no mistake, there would be no groveling. Not on her part. But if this supplier needed the fear of Olivia Montegreu put into him, she could certainly oblige.

The receptionist escorted her down the hall, literally shaking in her boots the entire way. With the woman’s touch a door opened to a far smaller conference room than the one used on her earlier visit. At the table sat Laure Ferre and two somewhat older gentlemen.

She spun around as the door slid shut behind her. She didn’t bother to check if it was code-locked; clearly it was code-locked.

Instead she pivoted to the occupants of the room, her expression hardening into cold steel. She didn’t need the results of the facial scans to recognize the two men were spooks. It oozed from their pores like oily beads of sweat.

“It appears stabbing me in the back is all the rage these days. I’m disappointed in you, Laure. I thought we had a mutual understanding.”

Laure had the gall to preen with arrogance, sitting cozily between his big, strong protectors. “We did, for the time being. But I had no reason to believe you didn’t intend to dispose of me the second you had no further use for me, just as you did to my cousin and aunt. I have to look out for myself. I assume you’re familiar with the concept.”

The man on the left sporting the bushy salt-and-pepper hair motioned to the chair opposite him. “Ms. Montegreu, please take a seat.”

She arched an eyebrow. “I’m not being arrested then.”

“Well, now, I think that depends on you.”

So they wanted something. Everyone always did. Lacking other options she sat, but remained silent.

The other man—he lacked any distinguishing features of note—leaned slightly into the table. “Who were the forty kilos of HHNC delivered to on Earth?”

Oh.

Had Marcus sold her out before she could do the same to him? It wasn’t his style, yet…end of days and all. Still, Palluda would’ve made for a more lucrative avenue of betrayal so perhaps not. “I don’t know to what HHNC you’re referring. I don’t deal in explosives.”

“Sure you do. You deal in everything. The HHNC which was smuggled from Pandora to Vancouver and used in the EASC Headquarters bombing.”

So Kigin had gotten clumsy in the rush after Terrage refused the job and sodded it up. This was why one never deviated from the plan. Agreeing to do so had in fact come back to bite her in the proverbial ass.

She decided she was definitely going to kill Marcus if she saw him again…

…unless she could do one better.

She smiled, though only in the most technical sense of the word in that her lips curled in an upward manner. “Director Delavasi, Colonel Navick—” they maintained sufficient composure to not look startled she had managed to identify them “—I expect you’re both prepped for a lengthy interrogation. You’ve likely worked out when to resort to bullying and at what point draconian threats will be required.”

She lost all pretense of a smile. “If it’s all the same to you, I’d prefer to avoid such unpleasantness. I realize I represent a prize catch for either of your governments, though which one wins me is an interesting question. Also one I am not inclined to learn the answer to.

“The simple truth is, while a few months ago I would be the biggest catch of either of your careers, today you face far larger problems. Problems I can help you solve.”

Navick started to protest; she waved him silent. “I will give you the entirety of what I know relating to this little spat which has broken out between your governments: who was involved, where the materials came from, the precise incidents which occurred when and by whom. You’ll find in there several catches adequate to make your careers, I assure you. I’ll provide the proof you need to bring a mercifully hasty end to your unfortunate war.

“Further, I’ll provide you materials to fight these aliens, off the books and free of charge. Bleeding-edge tech. Modified weapons. Biosynth boosters for your ground troops. Whatever you need. I imagine the supply lines are getting a bit thin what with so many colonies being cut off and so much wasteful usage of supplies to kill one another as you’ve been doing these last weeks.”

Navick’s jaw was grinding, she suspected from the effort of hearing her out. “Why would you give us all this?”

“What good is being a criminal mastermind if there’s no one left alive to corrupt? It is against my interests for the aliens to kill everyone.”

Delavasi’s fingertips drummed on the table. “And in return?”

“In return, I walk out this door a free woman. I’m not prosecuted for any involvement in events which may or may not have occurred in relation to your war. Or anything else.”

The man laughed heartily; the full-throated sound seemed to originate from deep in his gut. She supposed it might be what some referred to as a guffaw. Such a crass word.

Then in a flash it was gone and his eyes were hard. “You ask quite a lot.”

She met his rigid stare with her own cool one. “Not really. Everyone in this room knows if I’m put in prison, someone else will simply take my place. The business I’m in will continue as it always has. Wouldn’t it be better to have someone in charge who is favorably inclined toward saving the galaxy and toward you personally?

“Besides, I believe you’ve already made a similar if less grand arrangement with Mr. Ferre here. It’s not as if your scruples had anywhere lower to descend.

“Gentlemen, I am offering you the means to save billions of lives. All I ask in return is my own.”

Delavasi and Navick exchanged a glance. Navick was biting on his lower lip so hard she expected blood to dribble down his chin any second now. “And if we refuse?”

She settled back in the chair and crossed one leg casually over the other, her hands coming to rest together on her knee.

“Arrest me. Torture me. Parade me about in the public square. You will have your prize catch. And you will lose everything.”

Richard and Graham sat in another booth in another pub.

Richard took a long sip of his ale. Ice crystals miraculously clung to the outside of the mug despite the sweltering heat. He licked away the excess froth and gazed across the table.

“Well.”

Graham nodded sagely over his own mug. “Well, indeed.”

“What does it say about us that we can be manipulated so spectacularly?”

“In fairness, not us. Politicians. You and I, we saw through their schemes quickly enough, so I’d say it says rather good things about us.” The grumble which followed made it clear the statement was only partially in jest.

“Good things or not, we have a job ahead of us. And her information had damn well better be airtight because these people are not going to go down willingly.”

“Yep. But hey, that’s why they pay us like princes.”

“I thought they paid us like paupers.”

“Oh, right.” Graham finished off his ale. He looked as though he desperately wanted to order another, but refrained. “So we’ll keep in close contact and try to coordinate events. Don’t want to spook our targets if we can avoid it.”

“I’ve got a lengthier trip than you, but it means more time to analyze the data. I’ll forward you what I’ve put together when I land in Washington.”

“Straight into the lion’s den, huh?”

Richard shrugged. “I’ll have a team waiting for me there. The longer we delay, the greater chance everything goes to Hell.”

“True enough. You believe she didn’t know anything about the aliens?”

“It’s logical. She made a good point. A galaxy devoid of life is not good for her bottom line. Still, I hate to let her go.”

“Greater good, my friend.”

“I know.” Richard exhaled. “Nothing left to do but do it. Shall we?”

Graham reached in his pocket and produced a small crystal disk. He slid it toward Richard. “For you.”

“What is it?”

“Will Sutton’s full Intelligence file. How he was recruited, what his mission parameters were and everything he’s given us over the years.”

Richard shook his head and pushed the disk back across the table. “Keep it.”

“Please. Consider it a small thank you for having the courage to take a tremendous risk in meeting me. I couldn’t have even attempted any of this without you. Instead I’d be sitting in my office yanking my hair out because I knew something was wrong but had no way to begin to prove it. Montegreu was right. We’re going to save billions of lives, and it’s easily as much thanks to you as it is to me. Probably more so.

“Because of that, you deserve to know two things. One, marrying you was never part of his mission parameters. That was his choice and his choice alone. Two, what his mission parameters were, and the manner in which he fulfilled them, are on that disk. So do me a kindness and take the damn file.”

Richard closed his eyes and dropped the disk in his pocket. He told himself he’d toss the disk in a garbage bin on the way to the spaceport. If he didn’t pass any on the way, he’d toss the disk at the spaceport. If all else failed he’d toss the disk on the flight.