Aurora Rising: The Complete Collection (21 page)

and dies with chaos.”

— Will Durant

13

EARTH

V
ANCOUVER,
EASC
H
EADQUARTERS

M
IRIAM DOUBLE-CHECKED THE FILE
index a final time. She wanted to be able to review her notes during the flight for the session she would be chairing at the TacRecon Conference, on the economic viability of continuous passive planetary-wide hyperspectral scanning. They had been sent to Reference Confirm this morning and needed to be ready by the time she arrived at the spaceport.

With any luck the notes would occupy her for the entire flight, and she’d have no opportunity to dwell on the destination. She allowed a quiet sigh to escape as she reached for her jacket.

The sound of the door sliding open caught her by surprise. She could count on one hand the number of people who dared enter her office unannounced. If the entrant wasn’t on the list….

Richard’s eyes were starkly bloodshot even from across the room. He clearly hadn’t been getting much sleep the last several nights. “Turn on the news feed.”

“I was just on my way out the door for St. Petersburg.”

“You’re not going.”

She arched an eyebrow. She didn’t want to go of course, but he had very little say in the matter.

An aural materialized in front of him; he leaned against the front of the desk and shifted it out so she could also see it. “The data stream from the QEC to Atlantis. Now
please
, turn on the news feed.”

“Very well.” A finger press to the edge of her desk and a large panel embedded in the far wall burst to life.

“—Atlantis security and Alliance officials are refusing to provide any information regarding the incident. However—”

Her eyes flew to the aural Richard had generated.

Trade Minister Santiagar confirmed to have suffered a catastrophic overload of cybernetics resulting in stroke and brain hemorrhage

“What?” She hurried around the desk and positioned herself beside him for a clearer vantage. “Are you certain?”

“—guests at the dinner recount seeing nothing unusual as the Minister joined the Senecan Trade Director and Atlantis Governor in greeting attendees, and say he abruptly began shaking violently then collapsed—”

remote injection of self-replicating virus suspected, confirmation expected within seven minutes

He ran a hand roughly through his hair. “I’m afraid so.”

“—the ballroom has been cleared and everyone present is being detained, though officials assure us it is only precautionary—”

surveillance scans identify an individual exiting the room through a service door 1.8 seconds after initial manifestation of symptoms

“—we realize several other networks are reporting that Minister Santiagar has died. We don’t want to jump the gun and report something which turns out to be inaccurate—”

“Is he dead?”

He merely nodded.

individual was tracked into maintenance corridors but disappeared from surveillance cams during level transition 26.4 seconds after incident

“—responses from both the Earth Alliance and Senecan Federation representatives are confused and conflicting, making it difficult—”

review of visuals confirm individual physically interacted with the Minister 7.8 seconds prior to incident

He blew out a sharp breath. “Means it was an official guest. There will be a record.”

“One of the Senecans?”

“Or one of ours.”

“—again, we are reporting an incident at the final event of the Trade Summit involving Alliance Minister—”

“Don’t be ridiculous.”

“Miriam, it’s my job to be suspicious.”

82.6% certainty individual is Christopher Candela, listed as a junior attaché for the Seneca Trade Division

Her jaw clenched, causing a painful jolt as her teeth clacked together. “I told you.”

“—we are now able to confirm that Earth Alliance Trade Minister Mangele Santiagar has died. The cause of death is still undetermined—”

Her eVi began signaling a cascading avalanche of alerts and incoming data. A red alert force-loaded on her whisper.

Board meeting in twenty minutes. Level V Priority.

Richard pushed off the edge of the desk and killed the aural. “I got it too. If you’ll excuse me, I have nineteen minutes to pull together everything we have into some sort of coherent form.”

She was already crossing back around her desk and waved distractedly after him. She sat down, took a deep breath and began issuing orders.

Barely controlled chaos ruled the conference room as she walked in. A cluster of advisors surrounded General Alamatto at the head of the table, and several military officials huddled by the windows gesturing in animated whispers. The holos of the remote members jerked and flickered as they handled interruptions and rushed to prepare. Aides hurried around in a bustle of activity which closely resembled pointless circles.

Miriam simply crossed the room and took a seat. Her shoulders locked straight as she opened three small screens and proceeded to study their contents.

Richard hurried in, both hands interacting with two separate aurals and only belatedly remembering to make sure his uniform shirt was tucked in properly. She spared him a tiny, sympathetic smile but didn’t otherwise acknowledge his presence.

Alamatto cleared his throat loudly; it barely registered above the din. Again, to no avail. In frustration he slammed his palm on the table.

“If we can bring this meeting to order…” he paused as those present scurried into some semblance of order “…thank you. First, I’d like to note that in addition to the regular Board members, we have present this evening Major Lange from Security Bureau and Colonel Navick from Military Intelligence in person and Defense Minister Mori and Deputy Foreign Minister Basak via holo.”

He waited for the last person to settle on a location to stand. “As you’re all aware by now, approximately thirty minutes ago Trade Minister Santiagar collapsed and died while attending the Trade Summit on Atlantis. I don’t want to misrepresent any of the facts, so I’ll let those closest to the situation bring us up to speed. Major Lange?”

Lange was a tall, wiry blond with pale blue eyes which connoted his strong Scandinavian ancestry. Miriam had worked with him on occasion and found him professional, if cold, and highly competent.

He nodded brusquely at the General. “Thank you, sir. The incident occurred while Minister Santiagar and other senior officials greeted guests in an official receiving line before the closing banquet. Including staff, seventy-nine individuals were in the ballroom at the time, as well as another sixty-five in the entryway and hall area.” He flicked his wrist and a three-dimensional schematic of the ballroom and immediate surroundings materialized above the table.

“The ballroom was locked down six seconds after the Minister collapsed, the wing of the convention center containing the ballroom twelve seconds later. All exits from the convention center were staffed and monitored within two minutes.” The schematic zoomed out to encompass the entire building and the exits lit up in red.

“All spaceport departures are being held and searched beginning five minutes after the incident. Atlantis security has been extremely responsive. Despite the frivolous nature of the colony, they are a well-trained and professional department and I have every confidence in their ability to support our investigation.”

He took a sip of water from the glass an aide had placed on the table. “Alliance doctors treated the Minister on the scene. He displayed no vital signs upon their arrival and was declared deceased after six minutes. Initial analysis indicates he suffered a cybernetics malfunction which triggered a neural stroke and brain hemorrhage. No other attendees have experienced health issues. Nonetheless, officers on the scene are investigating every possibility, including biological and chemical weapon dispersal, food tampering and remote cyberbomb delivery.”

He gazed around the long table and to those standing along the walls. “Any questions?”

Admiral Rychen, the Northeastern Regional Commander based on Messium, spoke up. “What about the guests? A lot of people were in the room. Could someone have slipped in?”

“We’re obviously still questioning the attendees, but we have confirmed everyone present was on the official guest list or approved staff. At least one person present departed before the lockdown was complete, but I’ll let the Colonel speak to the matter.” He nodded to Richard, who stepped forward as Lange backed away.

Richard coughed a tad awkwardly. She knew he wasn’t fond of speaking in front of large groups, preferring to work in the background if not the shadows. But matters were what they were.

“Yes. Though preliminary, examination of the Minister’s body suggests his cybernetics were sabotaged by a self-replicating virus, resulting in a forced overload designed to damage the brain.”

“So he was assassinated then?”

He glanced at the Defense Minister. “Yes, sir. It appears that way. We are pursuing every lead, but the primary suspect at the moment is Christopher Candela, a junior staffer in the Senecan delegation.” He displayed a visual of an unremarkable-looking man with dark brown hair. Looks were often deceiving these days, but the man seemed to be in his late twenties.

“Mr. Candela was seen greeting Santiagar in the receiving line several seconds before the Minister collapsed. He left the room via a service door immediately thereafter. EAMI agents initiated pursuit and tracked him through multiple corridors before he vanished from surveillance cams, likely due to a cloaking shield. By that point the lockdown
had
been completed…” Richard was too polite to look over at Lange “…and the fields placed on the exits will disrupt cloaking tech, so it is unlikely he will be able to escape the net. An exhaustive search of the conference center is ongoing.”

“Goddamn Senecans! I
knew
this Summit was a trap.”

Alamatto grimaced at the holo of General O’Connell. “General, we don’t yet know anything for certain. Please, Colonel, continue.”

“Yes, sir. Nine individuals attending the Summit did not attend the dinner: three reporters, five corporate executives and one of our low-level staff members. We’ve confirmed they didn’t leave Atlantis prior to the dinner and are in the process of tracking them down.”

O’Connell spoke up again, though he appeared to be making a marginal effort at restraint. “How did an assassin get past your background checks, Colonel? I was under the impression EAMI had their spies all over this damnable Summit.”

Miriam smiled to herself. Like many people, the General assumed Richard was a pushover due to his mild, nonthreatening demeanor. He was incorrect.

Richard focused in on O’Connell. “We are and one didn’t. While we have limited ability to blacklist Senecan government personnel, we do have extensive files on each of them. Christopher Candela is as clean as they get. Family man, hard worker, upstanding member of society. A little quiet and keeps to himself, but zero history of trouble. Never been arrested, never affiliated with extremist groups or vocalized anti-Alliance sentiments. Frankly I would be less surprised if you accused my hundred sixty-four year old grandfather living in Bonn of being an assassin.”

O’Connell snorted. “That simply means his government put him up to it. If you ask me, this was an act of war.”

The Deputy Foreign Minister looked down her long, pinched nose at him. “That remains to be seen…General, is it? We will naturally be demanding answers from the Senecan government. This man might have acted alone, or as an agent of a terrorist organization. It’s far too soon to be throwing around declarations of war.”

“Well, ma’am, how about you just let me know when it
is
time, all right?”

The glacial stare which came in response would have frosted the room had the woman been present in person. The Defense Minister stepped into the tête-à-tête to redirect the conversation. “Have we implemented additional security measures yet?”

Miriam acknowledged the Minister with a miniscule nod. “Absolutely. Security at Alliance buildings galaxy-wide has been increased to Level IV, military bases to Level III. As a precautionary matter all military leave has been canceled and personnel recalled. Heightened security is in place for the Prime Minister and Assembly Speaker as well as their families and homes. Protective details are currently being dispatched to senior administration officials and Assembly members.”

She gave a rare, wry smile. “And as we speak the dust is being brushed off the strategic plans for a number of military scenarios.” She should know, she expected to be spending the next twelve hours preparing recommendation briefs on them.

Alamatto gave the room a formal nod. “If there are no further questions, we’ll adjourn for now. All updates should be forwarded to my attention. I’ll be flying to Washington to brief the Cabinet shortly. Unless there are significant new developments, the Board will meet again at 0800. Dismissed.”