“Yes, sir.”
“The rest of you, back to your stations.”
A collective sigh rose from the cargo bay as people filed for the exits. Alexander lingered, frowning as he watched Williams being escorted away with his hands cuffed behind his back.
Commander Korbin came to stand beside him and blew out a breath. “Williams, a saboteur,” she said, shaking her head. “I didn’t see that coming.”
“Neither did I.”
“He’s a romantic at heart. Usually romantics are peaceful souls.”
“Or tortured ones,” Alexander suggested.
“He has a wife and daughter back on Earth. Why would he risk a court-martial?”
“Maybe he thinks they’re dead, or he’s just desperate to turn the ship around and find out what happened to them. Go talk to him. See if you can get a full confession. When you’re done I want you to schedule one-on-one’s with all the rest of the crew. We need to make sure we don’t have any more saboteurs on board.”
“What are the odds of that?” Korbin asked, frowning.
Alexander arched an eyebrow at her. “You wanted to turn around and go home before we even entered the Looking Glass, even though that would have meant disobeying a direct order.”
“Are you accusing me of something, sir?”
“No, but if even you wanted to turn the ship around, and Williams was willing to resort to sabotage, chances are there are plenty of others who aren’t happy about leaving Earth behind. Besides, we still have one act of sabotage that’s unaccounted for.”
“And that is?”
“The bad engine code that almost stopped us cold before we even left Earth’s orbit.”
Korbin’s brow furrowed. “I really doubt we have two saboteurs on board. It must have been Williams. Either that or it was an honest mistake between McAdams and her engineers.”
Alexander held Korbin’s gaze for a long moment. “Like I said, go talk to Williams and see if you can get a confession. If he didn’t touch the engine code, then we need to find out who did before we end up stranded on Wonderland with them.”
“Yes, sir.” Korbin saluted and hurried off.
Alexander watched her go, thinking to himself that all of this was a bad omen. The start of World War III followed by two counts of shipboard sabotage made for an inauspicious start to their mission.
Hopefully, once their comm probe made contact with Earth there’d be good news.
* * *
“Message incoming, Captain.”
“On-screen, Lieutenant Hayes.”
An image appeared, full of snow and glitching distortion. The image stabilized and a familiar face appeared. It was President Ryan Baker of the Alliance. He appeared to be sitting in his office in the presidential palace, which was a good sign, but he looked grim and haggard, as if he hadn’t slept in days.
“Hello, Captain de Leon. I’m glad to hear that you and your crew are already well on their way. Due to the risk of the enemy intercepting this transmission I’ll keep it short. In response to your requested update on Earth’s situation, I am happy to inform you that the conflict was amicably resolved and a global catastrophe avoided.” President Baker smiled, but Alexander noted that the smile didn’t reach Baker’s eyes.
“With respect to your mission, everything remains the same. Your messages to your loved ones will be forwarded as requested, but unfortunately we cannot get their messages to you until you either arrive at or return from your destination, due to the aforementioned risks of interception for longer messages. Also for that reason, this must be our last contact until then. Don’t reply to this message unless it is an emergency. Also, be advised that the Looking Glass is back under Alliance control, but in case that changes, keep watch for enemy probes and warships following you through. Good luck, Lincoln, and rest assured that your loved ones are all safe and well.” President Baker saluted and smiled another half-smile.
The transmission ended and Alexander shifted nervously in his acceleration couch. “That was vague,” he muttered.
“Should we reply with an update on our situation, sir?” Hayes asked from the comms station.
“The president said not to reply.”
“Unless it’s an emergency. Sabotage would qualify as an emergency, sir.”
“We caught the saboteur, and nothing happened. Besides, what are they going to do, turn us around so that the saboteur gets his way? Let’s keep it to ourselves for now.”
“Yes, sir.”
Alexander didn’t mention the possibility of there being two saboteurs, which if true, would constitute an ongoing emergency. “I’m going to the brig to see what progress has been made with Williams. You have the conn until I get back, Hayes.”
“Yes, sir,” Hayes replied as Alexander used the rails on his armrests to lift himself out of his couch. He glanced at the back of McAdams’ head as he did so, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. She was busy performing systems checks and updates as ordered, but none of those updates would be applied until they were thoroughly reviewed by himself and Lieutenant Davorian. If she or one of her engineers had sabotaged the engine code and they planned to do it again now, then they were about to get caught.
Alexander swung backward and landed on the deck behind his couch. Turning on his heel, he headed for the elevators and gestured for the nearest one to open. Once inside, he selected the button near the top of the panel, the one labeled Brig (59). It was a small and often-ignored deck right behind the forward airlock on level 60. Under normal circumstances it wasn’t supposed to be an active-duty deck, but circumstances were far from normal.
As the elevator shot up from level 10 to 59, Alexander steeled himself to face Lieutenant Williams once more. He was still furious with his sensors operator. He had yet to select Williams’ replacement from the ship’s enlisted personnel. Whoever he chose, they were bound to be under-qualified at best, and incompetent at worst. Williams had also been the ship’s quartermaster and meteorologist, and replacing all of those roles was not going to be easy. The logical choice was to promote Williams’ apprentice and emergency reserve, Chief Petty Officer Vasquez—assuming Vasquez didn’t know about and had nothing to do with the sabotage.
“What a mess,” Alexander sighed as the elevator doors slid open and he stepped out onto the brig. He walked up to the security doors and nodded to the pair of MAs standing there. One of the two opened the door for him, and then Alexander walked through and stopped before a second door. The first door slid shut and then a green light came on above the second one and it slid open.
In the observation room on the other side he encountered Commander Korbin and Lieutenant Stone both standing in front of a one-way mirror, watching Lieutenant Williams through the glass. Williams sat in a brightly-lit interrogation room with nothing but two chairs, a table, and the beady red eye of a mobile security camera watching him from the ceiling. The sensor operator’s shoulders were hunched and his head was bowed, studying his hands.
“Report, Commander,” Alexander said as he approached.
Both officers turned and saluted before Korbin spoke. “Sir, Williams has confessed to everything except tampering with the engine code.”
“I see. Go on.”
“He insists he didn’t want anyone to get hurt and that compromising the ship’s engines like that would have resulted in injuries.”
Stone snorted. “And planting a bomb wouldn’t?”
Korbin’s gaze darted sideways to Lieutenant Stone and she nodded. “I agree. It’s a poor excuse.”
“What about the bomb? Did he explain how he did it?”
“He claims that he sabotaged that food crate while we were all in the officer’s lounge.”
Stone began nodding. “While we were busy mourning our losses he was taking advantage of our absence to compromise the mission. We should jettison him out the nearest airlock like the piece of garbage he is. One less mouth to feed.”
Alexander gave Stone a hard look. “I promised no executions. I’m going
to stand by that, Lieutenant.”
“Yes, sir.”
“What do the security cameras show?”
“There was a global systems malfunction at the time that Williams was supposed to be on the bridge. He admits to disabling the cameras,” Stone replied.
Alexander shook his head. “He had to know he’d get caught. Why go to all that trouble? We’ve all known Williams a long time. He’s not that stupid.”
“Stupid, no, but desperate maybe,” Korbin said. “When his wife said goodbye to him on Earth, she announced that she was leaving him for her lover. His three-year-old daughter probably wouldn’t even remember him by the time he got back, and the new husband would have become her father. Williams couldn’t stand the idea of his wife and daughter moving on without him, and he felt like he had nothing left to lose.”
Alexander studied Williams through the one-way glass. He could sympathize with some of that, but not to the point of wanting to sabotage his own ship. “Why try to get back to Earth if he’d already lost everything there? He had to know he might be executed for his crime. What could he possibly gain from that?”
Korbin shrugged. “Like you, he was near the end of his term of service when he was assigned to Operation Alice. He saw the Alliance and the fleet as responsible for him losing his family. Sabotaging the ship wasn’t just a way for him to return home early, it was about revenge.”
Alexander sighed. “Well, I suppose that adds up. All right, Stone, lock him up and keep a guard posted. We don’t want him getting out, or someone letting him out. Until we have proof of who was responsible for the engines malfunction, we can’t entirely rule out the possibility of there being another saboteur aboard.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Keep that to yourselves for now—and Korbin, start interviewing the rest of the crew for possible suspects. I’m sure Williams isn’t the only one harboring feelings of resentment and latent aggression toward the Alliance because of this mission. You’ve got a little less than twenty-four hours before we’re supposed to enter the G-tanks, so I suggest you get started.”
“That’s not enough time to interview everyone, even if I work around the clock.”
“You have an assistant. Use him. If you both schedule half-hour appointments and only sleep for six hours you should have enough time.”
“Yes, sir,” Korbin replied.
“Let me know when it’s my turn to be interviewed. Until then, if either of you need me, I’ll be on the bridge.”
“You don’t want to speak with Williams before you go, sir?” Stone asked.
Alexander looked into the brightly-lit interrogation room one last time. Williams was still staring at his hands. Alexander grimaced. “No, I’m afraid I won’t be able to control myself if I go in there right now,” he said. “Lock him up.”
“Yes, sir,” Stone replied, heading for the interrogation room.
Alexander nodded to Korbin and turned to leave. The truth was, he didn’t want to see Williams because he was afraid he might end up sympathizing too much with him. Admiral Flores had made a big mistake ensuring that everyone assigned to the Lincoln had strong emotional ties to Earth. No one wanted to be here. Especially not now that they knew how long they’d be gone, and that Earth’s fate was uncertain. President Baker’s insistence that their loved ones were all safe and well just made Alexander more suspicious.
What else could the president say? That they were all dead? That would undermine the crew’s morale and their motivation to come home. Even if Earth was a radioactive ball of ash, no one aboard the Lincoln could be allowed to know that until they returned home.
Alexander shut his eyes as he rode the elevator back down to the bridge, and prayed to a god he’d long since stopped believing in that Caty was among the survivors.
CHAPTER 9
Los Angeles, Eight Hours Earlier
Catalina sat glued to her holoscreen, watching a breaking news story on WANN (World Alliance News Network). A trio of WANN reporters came on, all of them sitting before a table, looking pale and stricken. The woman in the middle of the three spoke first, “We have a very tragic alert for you right now. Live footage of the World Alliance Space Elevator collapsing in what’s believed—speculation at this point—to be a Confederate sneak attack in orbit.”
The scene cut to show cottony white streaks of cloud against an electric blue sky. A large black cylinder was speeding down, wreathed in a blanket of orange flame. The camera zoomed in on the falling object until it snapped into focus. It was a climber car from the Alliance’s Space Elevator. The elevator ribbon was a tangled mess of glinting silver bunching up below the car as it fell.
In the background the woman from WANN went on describing the situation, but Caty tuned her out. She didn’t need anyone to explain what was happening.
The feed zoomed out and panned down to show the elevator ribbon hitting Anchor Station at high speed, striking sparks from the deck. The ribbon was light, so there wasn’t a lot of damage. The rest of it came crashing down in the ocean, and water splashed up in a snaking line. The camera tracked that line, revealing that the cameraman was standing on the deck of a civilian supply ship a few kilometers away from Anchor Station.
The camera tracked up to find the falling elevator car once more. It was moving at a wicked speed, heading for the ocean, just a few seconds from impact. Caty heard people screaming in the background of the recording. The camera bobbed and weaved as whoever was holding it ran for higher ground.
BOOM!
The elevator car hit with a sound like a thousand thunderclaps. Water roared with deafening fury as it sprayed up in a cone-shaped plume of vapor and liquid tall as any skyscraper. More screaming. The camera shook urgently as the person holding it ran to get away. Then the shock wave hit, and the camera went flying amidst a violent stream of mist and spray. Just before the feed cut out, Caty glimpsed people tumbling over the side of the ship, screaming as they fell.
The scene cut to a second camera, this one much farther out. From a distance the shock wave looked like a savage storm, a living thing racing across the surface of the ocean, spreading fast in all directions. In all of a second that storm wall hit, roaring and buffeting the camera with gale force winds. A blurry curtain of spray blotted out the camera. The wind died down, and Caty heard the man cursing about how wet he was as he wiped the lens with his shirt.
The holo feed came clear once more, showing a thick white mist all around. It was suddenly dark, and the blue sky was gray. Nearby ships lay blanketed in mist, disappearing wraith-like into the distance.
A black wall of water came raging out of the mist, lifting and capsizing all of those ships in an instant. The cameraman cursed again, and ran for a nearby ladder. He looped an arm through the rungs and went back to recording. People screamed and cried in the background as the wave approached.
The cameraman’s vessel lurched suddenly, turning so it could face the wave head-on. Now the cameraman was alternating between curses and prayers, rambling nonsensically to himself. The wall of water loomed, blotting out the sky. Then it hit, and the ship tipped up suddenly.
The sky was back, then gone again as the ship rode down the back of the wave. The cameraman screamed. It was an impossibly long way down, and the ship was racing too fast into the trough behind the wave.
The bow hit and dug in. The cameraman lost his grip on the ladder and fell screaming. A tremendous screech of metal drowned out his screams as the ship cracked apart. Black, foaming water and jagged debris swallowed everything in a burst of static.
Back were the trio of WANN reporters.
They looked like Caty felt. The woman’s mouth hung open, as if she’d been about to say something, but the footage had left her unable to speak. One of her colleagues broke the silence, “We’ve just received confirmation, Orbital One has been cut free of its tether in a Confederate surprise attack. If you are anywhere near a major city center, you are advised to get to the nearest fallout shelter immediately.”
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Caty heard something then, and she sat suddenly straight in her chair. The news reporters droned on about emergency procedures, but she wasn’t listening anymore. She muted the holoscreen with a wave of her hand, and suddenly the sound snapped into clearer focus.
It was a siren. Caty recognized the sound from the Alliance’s last civil defense drill.
Heart pounding, Caty ran from her living room and out the front door of her home. Her palms were cold and sweating. This couldn’t be happening. She reached the front lawn and looked up to the night’s sky just in time to see hundreds of bullet-shaped objects falling, wreathed in orange fire. Missiles. As she watched they blossomed like fireworks, splitting into thousands, of smaller warheads that spiraled and streaked toward the bright urban center of Los Angeles.
Caty stood frozen with terror and morbid fascination, watching the missiles rain down. Bright blue laser beams snapped up from the city below, detonating countless hundreds of missiles before they could hit the ground. The explosions dazzled her eyes, mesmerizing her.
Those premature detonations weren’t nuclear blasts, but the remaining missiles were just seconds from impact, and they weren’t likely to be so small. An electric jolt of adrenaline spurred her into motion.
Caty ran back inside the house, flying down the stairs to the basement and jumping the last five steps to the ground. Her shoulder slammed painfully into the heavy steel door. She wrenched it open, and musty air gushed out. A light flickered on and she hurried in, slamming the door behind her and turning the handle to lock it. She leaned back against the door, gasping greedy lungfuls of the musty air.
The civil defense sirens droned on in the distance, now muffled by the heavy door. Then, suddenly the sirens were drowned out by a terrifying roar. It sounded like an old-fashioned train was barreling down on her. The sound reached a deafening pitch, and then Caty heard wooden beams creaking and snapping overhead. Heavy thuds shook the basement as debris crashed and fell. A loud bang thundered against the door with such force that the impact felt like a fist between her shoulder blades. Caty jumped away from the door and turned to look at it, her eyes wide and staring, as if she expected a monster to come crashing in at any moment.
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