"Adjustment errors…" Ariel stood and walked slowly around the lab. After one full circuit she stopped directly in front of Derec. "What do you want from me?"
"To Start with, I'd like to know who issued that maintenance directive."
"You want my help."
"Just-" Derec began.
"You want me to pry into the operations of my own people to see if any of them are somehow culpable." Her voice was growing edged, caustic.
"Ariel-"
"You want me to help you figure out why the RI went insane."
"Well"
"You want me to forget about everything else, drop my responsibilities, and be a spy for you." Ariel folded her arms across her chest and grunted derisively. "I have to credit you, Derec-you have nerve."
Derec could feel his own irritation grow. He feared a repeat of their last fight. "Are you going to tell me you're not interested in this?"
Ariel glared at him briefly. "Damn you, yes. You knew that would happen, once I saw this." She slapped the top of the console. "You relied on that. You used it."
"And you hate being used. "
"Damn it-!"
"Then help us," Derec said softly. "Whoever did this is using you in a much worse way. Whoever did this did it to kill Galiel Humadros and Clar Eliton. They also killed the two surviving members of Eliton's security team. It will get worse. At the very least, this completely discredits positronics on Earth. This undoes everything Eliton hoped to do. Even if the conference goes on now, without finding the people responsible nothing will be accomplished. Tell me this doesn't concern you."
Ariel caught herself, face red, mouth open to respond. "I need to know more."
Derec felt a moment of hope, a brief twinge of success. He ran the tip of his tongue over his lips, folded his arms, and, in as calm a voice as he could manage, told her what he had learned. All the while he watched her, hoping he could still trust what he saw in her expression. Rana kept glancing over the top of her console at Ariel, who sat on the opposite side of the lab, arms folded, staring at the floor.
"What are you wondering?" Derec asked finally.
Rana gave him an annoyed look. "She enters a couple of commands and in half a second gets to where it took me hours to fail to reach." She shook her head. "I'm not sure if I'm wondering or just resenting."
"Ariel's one of the best."
"Along with you?"
"Sometimes I think she's better."
"How long will she take to make up her mind?"
Derec looked at Ariel. "I don't know. It will take as long as it takes."
Rana shook her head. "I was really excited when I found out you knew Ariel Burgess. It was a major disappointment when it turned out you weren't on speaking terms anymore." She glanced at him. "I knew there was a problem between you two, but…"
"Philosophical differences. "
"You said that before."
"You didn't believe me?"
"People don't usually display that much heat over philosophy."
"Not the abstract kind, no. But when it relates directly to what you do, who you are…" Derec frowned. "She believes I betrayed her trust. We… it sounds like a clichй, but we really had everything together for a while."
"Until?"
"Until I started playing around with the ideas that became Bogard." He looked at Rana. "You can be damn nosy."
Rana shrugged. She began to say more, then nodded toward Ariel. "Decision time?"
Ariel was walking toward them.
"We'll see," Derec whispered.
Ariel leaned on the console. "What do you think is going on?"
"Obviously, someone had a stake in seeing the conference stopped or at least rendered useless. I don't think anything constructive can come of it now."
"Do you believe what the news nets are saying? That it was the Managins?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"They don't have the resources," Derec replied. "The will, yes, but the ability to subvert the Resident Intelligence of a facility like Union Station? Get several armed people inside? And then escape?" He shook his head. "I gather no other arrests have been made?".
"None that I'm aware of."
"Someone used the Managins, maybe."
"Who?"
Derec shrugged. "I don't know."
"Do you think the Calvin Institute is involved?" Ariel asked.
"Someone issued that maintenance directive. Someone who understood the nature of positronics and knew what I might find."
Ariel's mouth was a thin, hard line. "I can't disagree. Not entirely. But I have another problem."
"Which is?"
"That robot of yours. The bodyguard unit. Why did it fail?"
Derec felt himself stiffen. "I don't know. "
"You admit that it did?"
"It… something went wrong."
"It was designed to defend a primary subject, correct? In this case, Senator Eliton. It didn't. Eliton died. Why?"
"I wish I knew. It's more complicated than that, even. From what I saw, it was defending Eliton. Then, for some reason, it abandoned him."
"Perhaps your design was faulty?"
Derec hesitated. "Perhaps." He had not wanted to admit that possibility-especially not to Ariel-but he could not reject it.
"Or was it subverted the same way the RI was?" Ariel asked.
That surprised him. "I can't see how. But I don't know how the RI was subverted, so your guess is as good as anyone else's. There's no way to tell. If I had Bogard here, I might be able to determine what went wrong, but it's gone. Destroyed."
Ariel tapped a finger absently while she regarded Derec. Suddenly, she slapped both hands on the top of the console. "All right, I'll help you. I've got unanswered questions myself. But I want to know what we're supposed to do if we find something."
"Like what?"
"Like what we both suspect-that this is more than the actions of a group of disaffected bigots. Unless those bigots have members in the government."
"I suppose that depends on just who it is we find. If it's the authorities, we can't very well go to them, can we?"
"It's not likely to be all of them."
"No, but-"
"The problem, Derec, is that whoever is behind this, the consequences of uncovering it could be worse than leaving it alone."
"Are you serious?"
"Perfectly," Ariel replied. "Right now, as much as I hate to admit it, we have a diplomatic crisis. We're left with a shattered program and we have to start allover. What we do not have is a war. Push this and that's exactly what we might have."
"War? You're overstating a bit, aren't you?" Rana asked.
"I already told you: I'm perfectly serious. If it becomes clear that the Terran government, or a part of it, engineered an assassination of an Auroran ambassador, the only conclusion Aurora and the Fifty Worlds can make is that Earth cannot be trusted. They could decide that the only way to deal with it then is containment. No more Settlers will be permitted out. No more trade. No more anything. Isolation."
"Is that doable?" Derec asked.
Ariel shook her head. "No, not entirely. We can't even get rid of the pirates that have been raiding the lanes. But it doesn't matter. It's enough to set off a war."
"So who would benefit from that?"
"I don't know. Someone always benefits from a war. But that's one possible outcome of this." Ariel paused. "So. I'll ask again. What do we do when we find out?"
"We may not be able to do anything. I think we need to find out what we can first, then decide."
"No going off on your own. We decide."
Derec nodded. "Agreed."
"All right. Where do you want to start?"
"Well… getting inside Union Station would be good. I need to do a physical inspection to see what's been done to the matrix."
"I may be able to help with that."
"Good. That will do for a start."
Ariel gave him a curious smile. "It would really
help if you could talk to Bogard?"
"Of course it would! But-"
Ariel's smile broadened. "Why don't you come with me. I have something to show you."
Fourteen
In light of recent revelations," the newscaster declared from the subetheric, "the death of Special Service Agent Mia Daventri and the destruction of the experimental robot assigned to guard Senator Clar Eliton have taken on new significance. The entire team of agents charged with the security of Eliton and his staff during the Union Station meeting with Spacer legations has now been killed. Special Service is conducting an internal investigation on which they refuse to comment, except to suggest that certain irregularities are at the heart of the tragedy. The utter failure of a trained team of agents to protect one of Earth's most prominent politicians cannot be explained unless that failure was part of a larger movement. Sources inside the Terran Bureau of Investigation have let it be known that flies have been opened on the agents involved, and their affiliations with various organizations-ostensibly in the line of duty-are being questioned. Nevertheless, the question no one seems willing to either answer or deny is the Spacer connection."
Mia pressed the contact on the remote, shutting off the subetheric. After going from one newsnet to another in between other tasks she felt nervous and edgy. None of the news reassured her, almost all of it had raised more questions, and she should have stopped listening. She especially should not have watched this 'cast.
Dal Kammer, one of the top-rated newscasters on subetheric, implying that Mia and her teammates had been involved in the conspiracy to kill Eliton and Humadros, made her cringe. If it had been any of a dozen other newsnet people she might have shrugged it off-there was more detritus on the subetheric than legitimate data-but Kammer was prominent, reputable. That did not mean he would not twist, color, alter, or fabricate his facts. But it meant that to get him to do so was expensive.
Or he was being led to believe the reports…
Mia lay her head back against the pillow. The medical robot had left over six hours ago, giving her a pain blocker along with a tissue accelerant and instructions to move around as little as possible until its next visit. She wondered if squirming counted.
Her datum lay on the table beside her. She had spent most of the day sending queries through Ariel's com system, using a pair of alternate electronic personas working in tandem, so if any back traces were attempted they would lead into blind alleys, to see if any of her passwords worked anywhere. Nothing. The Service had shut her out of everything, which puzzled her. If they thought she was dead, why be so thorough so fast in blocking her access? Unless they really did think she had been part of a conspiracy. Then it made sense-they would suspect someone else possessed her codes.
A few names appeared on the small screen, possible contacts she might yet be able to trust: a newsnet reporter named Holis, her old instructor at the academy, and Coren Lanra, the ex-Service agent she had seen at the gallery, now working for DyNan Manual Industries. Holis would help her in return for an exclusive, which meant that she needed something with which to bargain. So far, except for the fact that she was alive, she had nothing solid. She was uncertain how much trouble she might cause for her old instructor. As for Lanra, she did not know where he stood, except that he had no loyalty anymore to the Service. She had contacted none of them.
What had gone wrong?
Mia glanced over at Bogard, standing against the wall between where she lay and the door, still and solemn. Two hours ago, after its own datum search, it had reported on the type of weapon used at Union Station. No direct match, but it bore similarity to a twenty-first century Staros, nine-millimeter automatic. Modifications had been made, altering them enough to call a direct match into question. But that meant they had probably been manufactured exclusively for this strike, which reinforced Mia's opinion that Kynig Parapoyos had provided them.
The other name on her screen tended to confirm that. Bok Vin Golner. It was the likeliest match she had come up with from the name Bok, given the other parameters she had attached to the search. Retired Terran military, Captain, a veteran of two campaigns, including the Ganymede Suppression, and, since leaving the army, an irregularly employed security specialist. He had been arrested once for civic disturbance during a Terran First rally and another time for trafficking in unlicensed merchandise, black market. In both instances he had been represented by a lawyer he could not reasonably afford and the charges had been dropped. He was listed as an affiliate to a couple of anti-Spacer groups.
If you want to set up a military assault, Mia thought, use someone who knows how and can follow through…
Bogard shifted the three meters to the door. Mia blinked. A few seconds later, R. Jennie trundled into the room, but stopped upon seeing Bogard blocking the entrance.
"Avernus in Perihelion," came Ariel's voice over the intercom.
"Accepted," Bogard announced and opened the door.
Ariel stepped past the robot with a wary look, followed by a man Mia did not know. Only slightly taller than Ariel, he wore his pale hair short, and a black jacket over a dark blue one-piece.
"Hello, Bogard," he said, his expression openly surprised.
"Hello, Derec," the robot replied. "It is good to see you, again."
Derec gave Ariel a skeptical look. "Avernus in Perihelion?"
"Would anyone you know guess that as a password?" Ariel asked.
Derec shook his head. "No, I suppose not." He looked at Bogard again. "Don't take this wrong, Bogard, but I thought you were dead."
"No, sir," Bogard said. "Although your misapprehension is understandable."
"Welcome home, Ariel," R. Jennie said, accepting Ariel's jacket. "Welcome, sir."
Derec shrugged out of his jacket and handed it to R. Jennie. "Thank you." He stepped into the living room and looked at Mia with the same expression of amazement. "And you. You're-"
"Dead, yes," Mia said. "Officially, at least. Do I know you?"
"No. The last time I saw you was in the hospital. You were quite unconscious. The next time I saw that room, though…"
"Bogard performed its function admirably," Mia said.
Derec gave the robot another look, this time with an unmistakable expression of pride.
"Apparently," he said.
"Mia Daventri," Ariel said then, "this is Derec Avery, of the Phylaxis Group. Derec-my friend, Mia Daventri."
Derec came up to her and extended his hand. "I'm not sure I even want to know how you ended up here. But I'm very pleased to make your acquaintance."
Mia took his hand. Dry, warm. "I've heard interesting things about you, Mr. Avery."
"Derec, please." He glanced at Ariel. "From Ariel?"
"No."
"How do you feel?" Ariel asked.
"Better. A little pain block does wonders for my disposition."
"Good. We have work to do."
"'We'?" Mia asked.
Ariel smiled. "You wanted me to trust you, you have to trust me. I wouldn't bring just anyone in here now. Derec is the other positronic expert on Earth."
Derec grinned. "The other best one, that is." He looked at Ariel. "Who's the first one?"
Ariel aimed a finger at him. "Don't start."
Derec raised his hands in mock surrender. "Somebody should start, though. Why not Ms. Daventri?"
"Mia. Unless I'm mad at you, then it's Special Agent Daventri." She liked his smile, she decided. But it was obvious Ariel did not. "Start where? With what?"
"First, I suppose, how did you get out of that hospital alive?"
Mia sighed and started talking. "You saw two people?" Derec asked again.
"There might easily have been more. Bogard, how many intruders entered the hospital?"
"I registered five presences in the building," Bogard said. "One was the agent left as guard. One was the physician on duty sleeping in the doctor's lounge. Three intruders entered. Two conducted the assault on your room while the third remained at the entrance."
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"How many were involved in the assault at Union Station?" Ariel asked. "Several got away."
"Bogard," Derec asked, "how many assailants did you count at Union Station?"
"A visual count of twenty-one."
"That seems right," Mia said.
Derec was frowning at the robot. "Why the qualification, Bogard?"
"I am not sure, Derec, but I have a firm count of the visual only. Infrared suggests eighteen, radar only nine. I cannot explain the discrepancy."
"We need recordings from the assault," Derec said.
Ariel crossed the room to her com. "We have two newsnet downloads."
"Only two?"
Ariel gave Derec a mock scowl. "To start." She worked at the com for a minute, then gestured to the subetheric. The broad space filled with the image of Union Station's gallery, filled with spectators awaiting the arrival.
"This is Seath Callon for GVS-"
"We don't need sound," Derec said. "I think(we've all heard enough. Just visual."
The voice-over died and they watched in silence the events unfold. The entrance of the Eliton party, the gathering on the platform, the arrival of the Spacer legations, the explosions. The recorder shifted abruptly, then, the operator apparently unsure where to concentrate attention. Finally, the image closed on the platform and the area immediately surrounding it as the black-clad figures crowded against the base, firing into the panicked delegates. Mia noticed that Derec A very watched Bogard as much as the vid.
"Looks like twenty-one to me," Ariel said.
"Back it up slowly," Mia said. "Bogard, track the assailants."
The robot moved closer to the screen.
The camera withdrew, the action flowing languidly in reverse until a point just before the explosions.
"Stop," Mia said. "Bogard?"
"There is a discrepancy," the robot said. "I counted twenty-one assailants at the edge of the platform. Twelve of them are absent from the crowd at this point."
"What-?" Ariel started. She glared at the robot.
"Wait," Derec said. "The vid I saw at the station from the RI surveillance, just prior to it going off-line, showed people in the crowd vanishing. Now you're telling us that several of these figures appeared during the initial attack? They weren't already present?"
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