The Road of Danger-ARC (32 page)

What a remarkably stupid person you are, mistress
, Adele thought. Aloud she said, “Members of my staff have negotiated to purchase and crew a pair of small freighters, but the discussions weren’t secret. All the drafts we’ve written are contingent on there being money in the account, of course.”

She coughed to get a moment to think.
How would Daniel handle this?
Very possibly by sweeping the woman into his arms and kissing her. Adele couldn’t see the utility in adopting that course herself.

“As experienced businesspeople…” she said, trying to smile. “I think the increase in your profits from the elimination of the
Estremadura
should be obvious.”

That was literally true. The statement didn’t imply that Adele thought Mistress Corton would see it, or even that she would be able to put on a tunic right-side to in the morning without help.

“Look, let’s move on,” Brock said. His fists were clenched and he deliberately stared toward the outside door so that he didn’t let his eyes fall on Mistress Corton. “Yes, we’ll transfer the funds now and be done with it.”

He turned to his console. Addersheim and Master Corton brought out personal data units not very different from Adele’s own.

Adele glanced at her own display. A pulsing red alert signal suffused it, then coalesced into the words—in block letters and still red—Emergency! Gunmen have captured your car!

“Stop!” Adele said to the startled outfitters. That probably confused them more than it warned them, but a part of Adele’s upbringing demanded that she not take money under false pretences. Whatever was going on outside, it certainly changed the circumstances under which she had negotiated the loan.

She had several options, but she chose to activate the active sound cancellation field and communicate by voice. The little data unit’s capability didn’t compare to that of her console on the
Sissie
, but it would do for now.

“Go ahead,” Adele said. She was focused on the display, but she was vaguely conscious that Tovera had stepped in front of her in case one of the outfitters was able to read lips.

“
Mistress
,” said Cory, “
you need to get out now. There wasn’t any trouble at first because they didn’t think you’d get the loans, but now that it looks like you did, there’s a dozen or more interests that’ve gotten together to stop you
.”

Adele was looking at the data which the
Princess Cecile
streamed to her. Cazelet was probably responsible for that, since Cory was talking.

“
There’s naval and military officers and politicians, afraid of the power Lady Hrynko is getting
,” Cory continued. “
There’s some investors in the
Estremadura
, and the leader’s one of the Friends, a big man here, a fellow named Mangravite. There’s a gang, half a dozen gangs, on the way to the Wartburg warehouse now, but the first bunch already grabbed your aircar. Over!
”

Adele expanded the map to fill her display; Cazelet had also included nodules with background data on each of the parties involved in this alliance against her. The tiny bead representing her location at the Wartburg Company was a mile and a half from the corvette’s berth in the harbor.

If the aircar had been available, the only risk if they left now would have been an accident caused by Tovera’s overly precise driving. As it was—

The disorganized nature of the attack worked in her enemies’ favor: red beads scaled to the degree of threat were approaching along all the routes leading to the warehouse. The force leaving the
Sissie
—a very large blue bead—would be able to shoot its way through any of them, but not
quickly
on the streets of an unfamiliar city.

“Yes, all right,” Adele said. “We’ll meet you on the way.”

She shut down the cancellation field and rose. Tovera stepped aside; she was holding her small sub-machine gun openly. The expressions of the Santina and Loeser representatives ranged from uncertain to terrified, but Brock was merely guarded. His right hand was below the surface of his desk.

“Master Brock,” Adele said. “Can you drive one of the trucks at your loading dock now?”

“Yeah, if it’s any of your business,” Brock said. The growl in his voice wasn’t anger. “I can. Going to tell me what this is all about?”

“People are coming here to kill me,” Adele said. “The leader is a man named Mangravite. You will drive me and my aide to the harbor, if you please, which will also lead most of the attackers away from your warehouse. From my reading of Master Mangravite, he’s hoping to eliminate one—”

She glanced at the other outfitters, ignoring their gabble.

“—or several of his rivals in the process.”

“
That
bastard,” Brock said, rising to his feet. He dropped the shoulder holster and thrust the long pistol he had taken from his desk under his belt. “I’ll give him process.”

He strode through the door; Tovera was last in the short line. Outside stood the secretary, holding a shotgun that had been out of sight when Adele arrived.

“Grampa?” he said, alarmed but not frightened.
Brock didn’t exclude him from the meeting. He was on guard outside
.

“Organize the crews,” Brock said. “It seems we’re going to have visitors. There’s guns in the locker for the ones who can use them, but have Busoni decide who to trust.”

“I’m coming along!” the youth said.

“You bloody well aren’t,” said Brock as he reached from the elevator control. He took up as much room as Adele and Tovera together. “And try not to get killed! Somebody’s got to run this company if I buy the farm, and it’s not your bloody father!”

The elevator squealed downward. Adele put her data unit away and took the pistol from her pocket.

All things considered, the situation was rather better than it had seemed to be a minute ago.

Kotzebue on Sunbright

“I hope you don’t mind staying outside,” said Freedom as he hopped over the ditch in which Daniel had been watching the deceptively predatory fish. “Riely’s office reminds me of a prison cell. I don’t need an early experience of that.”

Daniel had been surprised to find that he and the rebel leader were pretty much of an age. The latter was slim and an inch taller than Daniel’s five-foot nine; he looked fit but not athletic.

“You’re in charge, sir,” Daniel said. “But regardless, I prefer to be outdoors myself.”

Kidlinger and four of his troops were following closely; the driver and the other pair were with the vehicle in front. Rather too closely, it seemed to Daniel, and apparently not only to him.

Freedom turned and snapped, “Keep your distance if you please, Captain. You are not cleared for some of the information which Lieutenant Pensett has brought for me.”

Freedom sat on a dry irrigation conduit mounted on knee-high posts; he started to pull off his loose coveralls. Underneath he wore a plain shirt with trousers and a matching jacket. It was the outfit of an office worker anywhere in the Alliance or the Cinnabar empire.

Daniel, working the coveralls over Freedom’s ankle boots, looked at him and said, “I’m surprised to meet you, sir. That is, surprised by the person I’m meeting.”

The other man laughed humorlessly. “Do you doubt I’m who I said I am?” he asked. “Perhaps I should have business cards printed? Freedom, Revolutions a Specialty. Address: the Wilderness, Sunbright.”

Daniel laughed also, but without the bitterness. He sat beside Freedom and reached into his cargo pocket.

“Riely and Kidlinger both vouch for you,” he said, bringing out the document case and giving it to the rebel leader. “Given that they don’t seem to care for one another very much, I’ll accept their joint identification.”

He paused and added with a grin to take the edge off the truth, “I wouldn’t mind seeing the back of Captain Kidlinger myself.”

Freedom opened the document case, proving that his DNA matched the lock settings. That implied that the case could be used to identify the rebel leader. Daniel knew how to engage the self-destruct mode already—the case was RCN standard, after all—but the Chief should have emphasized the necessity of doing so if there were danger of it falling into Alliance hands.

Of course, it might be that the Chief didn’t care about the safety of
any
of the pawns in the game he was playing. Daniel was starting to figure out what that game was.

Instead of putting the chips into a reader—or using the one built into the case—Freedom looked at Daniel and said, “You’re from Cinnabar itself, aren’t you, Pensett?”

“Yessir,” Daniel said. “From the west coast.”

The real Kirby Pensett had been born in the Eastern Highlands. From things he had said when they were drinking in the same group of an evening, he had joined the RCN in the hope that it was send him only to planets where there were no words for “sheep” or “wool.”

Daniel thought he was better off lying about his character’s background than he would be trying to affect a Highlands accent. Besides, it was unlikely that a rebel on Sunbright had access to the amount of background information on RCN officers that the puppet master on Madison did.

Freedom absently tapped the single chip nested in the open case. He looked at Daniel and said, “This will be a list of weapons purchased, where they’ll be landed, and the amount of rice which must be exchanged for them. So that we can move the anti-ship batteries into place as needed.”

He gestured toward the center of Kotzebue, where the mobile battery sat adjacent to the makeshift landing field. The triple launcher wasn’t visible from where they sat, but Daniel had examined it through the
Savoy
’s optics while they waited for the plasma-heated ground to cool enough to open the hatch.

Nothing less rugged than a starship could stay airborne in the hail of automatic impeller slugs which Kozebue could throw up. In theory ships of the Funnel Squadron could sweep in low from several directions and overwhelm the missile defenses too.

In practice, the entirety of Kotzebue wasn’t worth a single starship. Taking a risk of losing three ships in a matter of seconds if the battery crew knew what it was doing would be insane.

“It doesn’t matter who provides the rice, which battalion or company or gang, you see,” Freedom said. “I’m the face of the revolution, but there isn’t really a leader. Or perhaps money is the leader. Money’s become the god of the revolution!”

Daniel didn’t speak. Freedom’s train of thought was seemed to be going in a very useful direction already.

“I asked if you were from Cinnabar, Pensett,” Freedom said, suddenly sharp again. It was like watching a gleaming fish leap up from the Slough of Despair. “Does Cinnabar support the revolution on Sunbright? Be honest! Don’t worry about what I want to hear.”

Unlike Adele, Daniel wasn’t above shading the truth—or even of throwing a heavy drape over the truth and beating it with a stick, if the girl was pretty enough. He didn’t see any cause to have done that here, however. And besides—

I don’t have the faintest idea of what you want to hear, Master Freedom
, he thought.

Aloud he said, “No sir. To the best of my knowledge, Cinnabar does not support your revolution. By ‘Cinnabar’ I mean the Senate, of course. If you mean ‘public opinion on Cinnabar’ you’ll have to ask someone who knows or cares more about public opinion than I do. Than most RCN officers do, I should say.”

“It’s because of the massacres, isn’t it?” Freedom said, leaning toward Daniel and speaking with the intensity of a prophet. “You think we rebels are nothing but brutal butchers, and it horrifies you!”

Daniel tilted slightly away from the rebel leader. That was an unconscious reaction to the sort of ideological enthusiasm that had always made him uncomfortable; an attitude he had absorbed from his father without being aware of it.

“Sir,” Daniel said, “you’re asking if the Senate disapproves of your rebellion on moral grounds. No sir, it does not.”

He took a deep breath and went on, “I cannot think of a case in which I believe the Senate made a moral judgment. Personally, I wouldn’t encourage it to do such a thing, not that my political lords and masters would be interested in my opinion. The true reasoning behind the Senate’s position as I understand it—”

He shrugged and turned his palms upward, making clear his admission of his limited knowledge.

“—is that Cinnabar wants peace with the Alliance. Not out of altruism or philosophical conviction, but because the costs of decades of war have come very near to ruining the Republic.”

“The Senators aren’t horrified by all this?” Freedom said with a toss of his hand. He could have been gesturing in the direction of the pole to which hands were nailed, but Daniel suspected his intention was to indicate the whole planet. “
You
aren’t horrified?”

The reference to the Senate was presumably rhetorical, but the personal question was not. Daniel pressed his palms together, as though he were clapping in slow motion. Then he looked up and said, “Sir, that’s like asking me if I like the taste of purple. I’m an RCN officer, trained to consider my present environment tactically.
Any
present environment. If I were studying this—”

He made a gesture which was deliberately similar to Freedom’s.

“—in Xenos, in a history course, I’d look at causes and results, but I still wouldn’t be… Sir, I’m a military officer.”

“Well,
I’m
horrified, Pensett,” Freedom said. He got to his feet and thrust his hands into his tunic pockets.

Two of Kidlinger’s soldiers stood ten yards away, between the irrigation pipe and the hills over which the aircar had arrived. When they stiffened in surprise, one started to topple from the planting mound he’d been standing on. He had to hop to get his balance.

“Get back!” Freedom said. “Damn you, didn’t—”

He spun suddenly and pointed his right arm at Kidlinger, who waited near the building with his remaining troops. “You, Kidlinger!” he said. “Get your buffoons out of here, back onto your truck or the street or somewhere that I don’t see them!”

“Sir, I can’t risk—” the dapper officer began.

“Get them out of my sight or I’ll declare you an outlaw!” Freedom said. “Do you understand? I’ll double the price for the outgoing payload to the unit that takes your head. Do you doubt me?”