“Of course,” Aramis said. “But yes, I’m ready and eager to serve.”
“Jason?”
Jason extended a hand to Aramis and said, “Glad to have you back.”
Aramis smiled, so Alex did.
“Good, then let’s clear stuff up for Captain Das and get back to it.”
When they got back to their quarters, Elke was waiting, standing.
“Aramis, welcome back, my friend,” she said with a grin and a brief hug, standing a foot away. For her, that was close.
Alex caught her eye and said, “You look alert, what’s going on?”
“Our principal has friends.”
That was interesting. “What is special about these specific friends?”
“She talks to them. A lot. Too much, in my opinion.”
“Movements and meetings?”
“Yes.”
“So, we should suspect this is a potential leak.”
Jason said, “It breaks down into analyzing which information goes to whom, and cross-referencing to any incidents. Then to attempting to divert schedules further than we do to hinder attacks.”
Alex said, “Sure, but since we suspect elements in the military, local forces, local groups and BuState are toxic, who do we tell? I trust Das, but he has to forward intel to people we don’t trust.”
“Well, what do you have exactly, Elke?”
Elke took out her secure phone and played a recording.
Highland’s voice said, “. . . Yes, Wally, I’ll be speaking at the Mayor’s Forum, then trying to catch lunch with Mr. Huble. If you want to catch up here, fifteen hundred should be good. I’ll tell them to admit you.”
“Wally?”
Elke said, “Walton Blanding, former state senator for Maryland, North America, then lobbyist for Breeze Power, then advisor to the current SecGen’s Energy Minister.”
“What’s his connection to Highland?”
“He was state senator when she was on the Governor’s Council on Trade.”
Aramis said, “So this guy’s from the windfarm lobby, and she’s an orbital power proponent?”
Alex said, “Okay, Mr. Blanding just earned an investigation. I’ll also caution Highland about releasing information like that. I’m sure she’ll take it in the spirit in which it’s intended.”
Jason said, “In the meantime, just in case, I’ll plan to vary our routes more. That means not using the military assets we tried so hard to get.”
Bart said, “We will still use them, but only as decoys. A task they are well-suited for.”
Alex nodded, “We can improve safety en route any number of ways, but we’ll be fixed in place at the events.”
Jason said, “Also, just because, or even if, rather, he turns out to be the leak, doesn’t mean he’s a conspirator. He may be a patsy talking to someone else, or they may have him bugged.”
“Yes, but he’s certainly a likely source.”
“She’ll never believe you.”
“Of course not, but I’m required to try.”
“There’s more,” Jason said.
“Yes?”
“I’ve done some research.”
“Oh?”
“Yes. More that their rep didn’t offer, though he might not have had a reference, given what you asked of him, or he may not have thought it relevant.”
“Tell me.”
“She has two vocal opposition groups, and they do have records of violence, but most of it is petty and direct, not sophisticated and indirect. About ten years back, Power to the People tried to plant a bomb and got caught. You know them—exploit every resource and damn the environment. Then, Friends of the Environment has managed to hack her personal files twice.”
Alex said, “Amateurs then. Professional intel gathering isn’t that direct. And obviously we’re being observed, given what’s occurred.”
“Yes. Aramis and Elke were softer targets than the whole team. Also, it may have been intended as much as a psychological attack on us as an intel effort.”
He nodded. “Yes, if they can sow fear, they can exploit it.”
“We know what they can do. I really wish the hostiles had survived.”
“I know, Jason. But I don’t trust nonlethal force, they did present first, there wasn’t much time, and realistically, neither MilBu nor BuState was going to let us even question them. They’d have a moral win since they’d be jailed at best, walk most likely.”
“Yes, we sent a message and counted score. I support you completely. I’m just idly looking for better outcomes for next time.”
“You expect a next time?”
“Don’t you?”
“I definitely do.”
“Okay, we need to know who they have here, and try to follow assets, though we’re not placed for that. Do we risk asking Das?”
“I can take over the intel we have and ask.”
“Do it. We don’t need to keep it close.”
Jason said, “Just so we’re clear, we’re concerned about protecting her for the duration of the contract, not proactively being belligerents against anyone.”
“Right. If they bag her the day after we’re gone, that’s BuState’s problem. If we can scare them off meantime, that’s fine. Better, in fact, since any actual shootings will be used to build her up and attack us. If the word leaks we know who it is, the job gets done easier.”
“I see two problems,” Elke said.
“Yes?”
“First, we must be very sure we leak the right name, or we risk making things worse.”
“Yes. Second?”
“ ‘Easier’ means I don’t get to blow anyone into goo.” She frowned slightly.
“It’s a sacrifice you may have to make.”
“You are aware of my standard protest on this matter.”
“I am. Noted.”
He wasn’t sure if she actually liked killing people, or just liked explosions. She didn’t seem to have any qualms about either. She did limit collateral damage, though. Usually.
She added, “While it would be good to know who is behind each MO, all we really need to know is what the MOs are. We defend against those. We are only six, and not investigators.”
“Correct, but as we’ve found out previously, it’s useful to know who the threats are. Mr. Prescot was the only principal the company has lost, and we lost four friends with him.”
Aramis said, “So, much as I hate to know, what is the agenda for tomorrow?”
Alex figured that related to his captivity. He really didn’t want more info than he critically needed. That was reasonable, but not necessarily compatible with their mission.
“Third round of the environmental summit.”
“Am I the only one who sees a dichotomy in traveling several light years to discuss energy expenditures?”
Elke said, “They are saving Earth’s environment. The sacrifices here are just necessary.”
“Back on subject, please,” Alex said. Yes, their principal was a politician and acted like one. That was only peripheral.
Elke said, “Sorry. Go ahead.”
“Okay, this is in Shia territory, but it’s on the edge of Amala territory. There’s no fighting there currently, because there are lots of troops and cops on patrol. There’s a protest planned, and a zone blocked off for it, and a counterprotest zone.”
“Two groups?”
“No, about six groups, which is what scares me. The government, meaning BuState, has decided to have pro- and anti- camps.”
“Can Highland change that?”
“I suppose I need to ask.”
Elke said, “Better you than me.”
“Thanks.” Still, it was his job.
Alex called Jessie first.
“I have a question about venue and transport. I’d like to cover it in person with Ms. Highland, to maintain privacy.”
After a moment’s mute, Jessie said, “Ms. Highland can see you.”
“Thanks. I’ll be right down.”
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One of Cady’s women had the door, and after saying, “Hello, sir,” confirmed with Cady, and with Highland, before admitting him. He was glad that his own people didn’t take anything on face or assumption.
Highland had a professional mask of cheer on. Or was it a mask? She had no trouble telling him off generally.
“What do we need to discuss, Agent Marlow?”
“Thanks for seeing me on short notice, ma’am,” he said. “I have a concern about the venue, in that it’s near a faction boundary. Also, there’s a protest area, and a counterprotest area, but the multiple factions don’t fall into simple for and against you positions. Is there a way to diffuse the protests with other areas? Spread them out farther?”
She said, “That has to do with budget and scheduling. They coordinate with our contract security here.”
“Meaning Rosen Event Services.”
“Yes.”
“Can you issue instructions to them?”
She looked mildly irritated. “Only through Earth.”
“I’d recommend it.”
“I did,” she said, looking embarrassed. “BuState have a guidebook with policies. There’s an office for Mtali Cultural Affairs. They have to approve it.”
“Do you think they will?”
“Probably eventually.”
“Is this just normal process? Or do you think there’s hostile intent from someone along the chain?” This was a delicate, but necessary discussion.
She seemed to take it seriously. She paused a moment, and replied, “Certainly the former is a matter of consideration. The latter may be, too. Any agency has factions within, and then there are party affiliations, too.”
He said, “Then we’ll do what we can. Hopefully there won’t be any issues. But I’m not comfortable with pigeonholing groups badly, then consolidating them. I’ll suggest to Rosen that they should watch for internal violence. The press would love to attach that to you.”
He didn’t want to go very far in that direction. It wasn’t their concern, and he wasn’t supposed to help with her career, nor did he want to.
“I appreciate that,” she said.
He could tell she didn’t mean it.
“We would rather not have an incident, or see any incidents. And of course, they present a PR . . . complication.”
“Jessie will handle that,” she said with an encouraging smile. “I’m glad you’ve decided to avoid any incidents.” As if it was their doing.
“We’ll keep an eye out for brewing problems, and change profile as needed to minimize it,” he said.
“That will be fine.”
“Very well. I’ll take care of our end. Do please call if you hear of anything affecting it.”
“Thank you.” She turned back to her screens.
Yeah, that was a dismissal.
Twenty minutes later, though, Highland came through. “Let me in,” she demanded through the door screen.
She was within their contract to demand, but it would have been nice to phrase it as a request. Alex nodded and Bart buzzed her in.
“I wanted to catch you before you got too far on tomorrow’s preparations,” she said.
“Yes, ma’am?”
“We’re meeting with several contingents, and we’ve agreed to show respect to the host nation.”
“Of course. What do you need from us?”
“For this, women need to wear traditional garb.”
Elke asked, “What do you mean by ‘traditional’?”
“A basic hijab or long skirt with long tunic, and head scarf.”
Elke raised her eyebrows slightly and said, “I’m sorry, I will not be able to.”
Highland seemed flabbergasted that anyone would refuse her orders. “But you must! They’ll be insulted if they see a woman in Earth Western dress.”
“I am unable to perform my functions in such clothing. If you wish, I will style my hair back and present as male. If a swap can be arranged with Cady’s demolition technician, Adam Helas, I am agreeable if Alex is.”
“I am not,” Alex said. “I have a team that works and no need nor desire to break it.”
“This isn’t subject to debate,” Highland said haughtily. “It’s a polite order.”
Well, this was getting tense.
“Unfortunately, ma’am, our contract and policy states that I decide operations and have override if I feel our capabilities are hindered. That mode of dress will hinder Agent Sykora. That hinders the team, and our ability to protect you. Additionally, while you may identify the level of dress, you may not dictate specific outfits. You are describing an informal public event. Sykora’s garb will meet that standard, as will all of ours.”
The woman flushed deeper and deeper purple in rage as he spoke. Her voice was only snappish, but it seemed to rise as she replied.
“Listen, you, I am the minister. I am the candidate. This mission is about me. You’re paid well and we all know what for. So don’t give me that letter of contract bullshit.” She paused and heaved for a breath.
Alex said, “Elke, can you do the weekly inventory on our batteries and cells, please?” He pointed at the storeroom while doing so.
“Of course,” she said, and walked that way. There was no such inventory. He just figured she’d appreciate the escape. Jason was in the armory already. Aramis wandered off, looking ill. It was probably an act, but Shaman went with him. Bart waited silently at the door.
Highland continued, “You can expect I’ll have a call out at once. The response will be after this event, but you can expect it will support me. What you think as a contractor means little enough, and it’s about time you egotistical strokeoffs got that through your skulls.”
“I will await that reply, ma’am. In the meantime, I will need to review routes. You have my codes if you need to relay details.”
He nodded politely, letting it be an abbreviated bow by way of diplomacy, then turned and left the room himself.
Behind him, Highland kept talking, to the air. That was just a little bit creepy.
She tried to follow him, but he’d latched the security bar and it beeped and tingled as she approached. She apparently then turned her attention on Bart. He deserved some kind of bonus for that. It took five minutes before she ran out of steam and left.
CHAPTER 14
ARAMIS LEFT THE ROOM faking a headache. Shaman followed him.
“Are you all right, Aramis?”
“Yes. Faking. It didn’t seem healthy to stick around.”
“Indeed. She is hard on my blood pressure. As long as you’re okay.”
“I am,” he lied. His head wasn’t going to explode, but it was aching at every impact site. That meant ongoing healing, he hoped.
Shaman nodded and checked out the door. Highland was facing Bart and berating him, and with a shift of feet, the surgeon danced between doorways. Aramis barely heard that door close.
Aramis didn’t sleep well, from a combination of pain, nightmares, worry and anxiety. That, and not taking his prescribed medication, but dammit, it made him groggy and hungover, and he had work to do. He wasn’t going to admit it to anyone, though Shaman probably could read him, and it wasn’t as if they didn’t all know each other very well by now.
The escort mission started badly and decayed rapidly. Alex didn’t seem to have slept much, either. Elke seemed a bit more relaxed. She had explosives, because nothing else would make her jacket that lumpy. She had pockets sewn to her armor, full of a variety of nasties. He was glad to see that.
Bart seemed fit enough, and Shaman. Aramis was worried because Alex was ragged, and would probably take lead for most of the mission.
Sure enough, he did.
“Aramis, how’s your range of motion?”
“Good.”
“Pain?”
“Some, but it won’t slow me.”
“Good. The military finally relented, so we can test weapons as we leave.”
“Oh. Excellent.” Wow. What had accomplished th
at? Had enough shooting changed their moods?
He felt as if he was the new guy all over again. What had gone on in those two weeks? He’d seen the after action reviews, but they didn’t suggest any real problems. He’d have to read between the lines, or ask once they were back. But no one had said anything to him.
This was an indoor appearance in a “Safe” area, so they wore light armor under suits. Elke always looked a few kilos bulkier from her vest full of toys. He wished he could do that, only it would all be armor.
They carried carbines and Elke’s shotgun, which would stay stowed in the limo. They wore easy to access holsters for their pistols, which looked intact, even though Jason had very carefully disabled every safety circuit in them. Lionel, from Cady’s team, was designated driver. Aramis gladly took right wing position as they formed up, fired one test round into the clearing drum, then waited for Highland and Jessie.
They were prompt, dressed in long skirts and high collars, and made a point of not looking at Elke’s suit. Yes, it might piss off certain factions to be aware that she had legs. That wasn’t his concern, or hers. Doing their job right was their concern. He was also surprised that such a vocal proponent of female superiority would deign to dress to suit the locals, whose culture was diametrical to one another.
It might be one of those diplomacy things. Or it might just be true that politicians were whores.
It wasn’t his problem. All he had to do was keep her safe.
They boxed around her, Alex and Shaman first, Elke and he on the flanks, and Bart and Jason bringing up the rear. Alex got the door, and they climbed in. Jason closed it behind them and took shotgun seat.
They only had the one limo, which was disturbing, though they were supposed to have a military escort. That gray area Highland lived in was very annoying.
It wasn’t nearly as annoying as what happened next.
They rolled forward, around the compound, while they stowed their carbines. Aramis propped his behind him and left, in a thoughtfully provided clip added by the manufacturer. In moments they all looked like suited assistants, though that would only fool the lower half of society. Anyone with a brain knew they were muscle.
They made a final turn onto the exit road out the BuState gate, and grated to a stop.
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