The Road of Danger-ARC (49 page)

“I’m hanged if I know why the Alliance wanted this bloody place,” Cox said as they splashed toward the conference site: West House, though it must be south of Leelburg proper. “
I
certainly could have done without ever visiting Tattersall in my life.”

Shrugging, he added, “We couldn’t let the Alliance take it, of course. But that’s the only reason I can think of for the Republic to care—and it’s one more than I can find for Guarantor Porra giving a toss.”

“I don’t believe Porra actually cares, sir,” Daniel said. He’d read Adele’s briefing, which as usual was thorough. “I believe this has all been arranged by the head of Fleet Intelligence on Madison, a fellow named Doerries. He was clever; but a bit too clever, it seems. He was posted to the Forty Stars because of some problems at his previous posting.”

“Ah!” said the Admiral, nodding wisely. “The Secret Accounts, I suppose?”

Cox was being much more human—friendly, even—since he picked up Daniel at the
Sissie
on the way to West House. The change was pleasant, but it was also unexplained. A spacer learned quickly that inexplicable good fortune is likely to turn sour once you learn what’s really going on. Pigs being fattened aren’t really in luck.

“Surprisingly, no,” said Daniel. “It appeared that the Squadron Commander had a serious gambling problem which Doerries knew about. He was blackmailing the admiral to get glowing efficiency reports—which came out in the investigation after the admiral shot himself, you see. Not because of anything Doerries did, but the admiral’s journal described the whole business.”

“How would arranging a coup on Tattersall have helped him, Leary?” said Butler, leaning forward in his seat. Adele had spoken well of the intelligence officer. “Surely he didn’t hope to be made Resident? And even if it did, governor of Tattersall is scarcely a career for an—”

He gestured toward the side window without looking away from Daniel. They were passing a rambling processing plant. Narrow channels crossing the road surface carried effluent toward the harbor. The stench of vegetable decay lay heavy on the wet atmosphere.

“—ambitious officer.”

Daniel cleared his throat, wondering how much to explain. His normal reaction was to be completely open. That was probably the correct response here, at least if he limited his comments to what he had deduced on his own.

“Ah, sir?” Daniel said, speaking to the admiral although the aide had asked the question. The choice was as much for Butler’s sake as for his own. “You were aware that the Macotta Squadron had been on high alert for several weeks, now?”

“Right,” said Cox, nodding toward his intelligence chief. “Rab there told me all about it. Said they’d been alerted because of that trouble I sent you to Sunbright about, though. Not so?”

“Yes and no,” said Daniel, aware that Butler was watching with tension under his pleasant smile. “Pleasaunce had delivered a regional alert in case the Funnel Squadron requested help on Sunbright, but Doerries was responsible for the revolt on Sunbright also. Not the initial trouble, but the fact that it built to the level it did. He did that to have an excuse for keeping the Forty Stars Squadron at high readiness. That way they could react immediately when Rides and Cobbet landed on Tattersall and their puppet government called for Alliance help.”

The road curved slightly. Daniel hadn’t been able to see anything forward, but the side-window was clear. He glimpsed an ornate, turreted house at least three stories high, painted pink with green trim, in the direction they were going.

“The Forty Stars Squadron?” Cox said in an amazement that was building toward anger. “Look, Leary, you may not think much of us here in the Macotta Region, but I’ll bloody well tell you that we could see off four cruisers not much younger than the
Warhol
. And any support the Funnel Squadron sent besides. They’re all anti-pirate gunboats anyway.”

“They couldn’t hold Tattersall a day after we arrived!” Ruffin said forcefully. Either she felt even more insulted than Cox had, or she was trying to convince her superior that she was.

“I agree,” Daniel said. “There would be a short battle. The Forty Stars Squadron would retreat, probably with damage or even after ships had been destroyed. What would happen then?”

“What?” said the admiral. “We’d land, clear out the foreigners, and arrest the locals who were in league with them. Much as we’ve done now, in fact, when we arrived ahead of them.”

“By the great gods,” said Captain Butler. “Doerries was trying to start a war! That’s it, isn’t it, Leary? He thought he was too able to waste in a crisis. He believed that he’d be moved out of this backwater if the war resumed full-force.”

“I believe so, yes,” Daniel said. “And there’s the further possibility that because of how he was treated, Doerries is as angry with his own people as he is with Cinnabar. Perhaps more so, in fact.”

Cox scowled fiercely—in the direction of his two aides, but probably at something unseen outside his own mind. “Well,” he growled, “I suppose that’s for others than ourselves to worry about. So long as it’s handled, the likes of you and me don’t need to know the details, eh, Leary?”

Daniel thought about Tovera, who had no human feelings; and about his friend Adele, who
did
have feelings but who acted as though she did not. Adele regularly awoke in the dark hours of the morning with an expression like that of a prisoner about to be hanged.

“Yes sir,” he said. “We space officers have our duties, and those are certainly enough for me.”

The car paused on the driveway to the grounds of the garish house Daniel had noticed. The estate was surrounded by recently erected chain-link fencing. Though Admiral Cox was the highest authority in the Macotta Region to the Marines guarding the entrance, the vehicles ahead of his staff car physically blocked the entrance until they could be moved; either inside the fencing after they had been checked and approved, or out of the way.

Unlike the Marines, vehicles ahead were not occupied by people junior to the admiral in a chain of command. The all-terrain command car directly in front bore Fleet markings. It seemed that Admiral Jeletsky had found a way to stow it aboard a heavy cruiser, though Daniel would have liked to know how. Perhaps the vehicle had taken the place of several missiles from a magazine.

The line of vehicles whined or blatted—the command car’s twin diesels were unmuffled—forward a car’s length. Cox grimaced and turned to Daniel.

“I’ve heard you’ve worked with this Lady Mundy before, Leary,” he said. “Is she always the ballbuster she was today?”

That’s why he’s turned friendly toward me! We’re two honest spacers who’re being ordered around by a civilian from some dirty nook of the spy services!

Daniel cleared his throat. “Well, sir,” he said carefully, “she has days and, well, other days. I swore to do my duty when I received my commission, and I accept the orders which my superiors give me.”

“Good man,” Cox growled. Perhaps if there had been more room, he would have clapped Daniel on the shoulder.

Across from them, Ruffin appeared to be taking Daniel’s statement at face value. Captain Butler’s expression was the careful neutral of someone who has no intention of speaking his mind but who certainly has an opinion. Given that Butler had presumably been the source of everything the admiral knew about Adele, the intelligence officer wasn’t likely to correct his superior’s misunderstanding.

The line moved forward again and stopped. The Fleet command car was being examined now.

The roar of a ship descending smothered other sounds even this far from the harbor. Daniel didn’t have goggles to filter the UV of the plasma exhaust, but because they were in an RCN staff car, the windows would automatically block actinics.

The harbor was behind them, but the rain had stopped. Daniel swung open the rear-hinged door, stepped out, and hunched so that he could look through the glass. To his surprise—though perhaps it shouldn’t have been—Cox slid out to join him.

There was no question but that the descending vessel was naval rather than civilian: the heavy sparring which required a crew too large to be commercially viable proved that. But though the ship’s hull had the lines of a light cruiser, her overall length had been reduced by removing several frames and resetting the antennas to fit the full sail-plan onto the shortened hull. With a trained crew, she would be very fast indeed.

“That isn’t a cruiser,” Daniel said in surprise. “That’s an RCN courier!”

His first cruise following graduation from the Academy had been as a supernumerary about the RCS
Aglaia
, also a courier vessel. Couriers were hard postings because they carried high officials to whom the ship’s officers, especially the junior officers, were peons. But the
Aggie
had been Lieutenant Daniel Leary’s first ship, and she would always have a place in his heart.

“She’s the
Themis
, straight from Harbor Three,” said Commander Ruffin from inside the car.

“I suppose she’s bringing another high muckymuck to deal with whatever in blazes is going on,” said Cox, squatting at Daniel’s side. “Nobody’s told me, of course. Just requested landing permission in the tone of voice you’d use when you told your servant how you wanted your eggs this morning.”

“I don’t see how she—” Daniel thumbed toward the
Themis
“—could have anything to do with our mission,” he said. “The voyage can’t have taken her less than fiftenn days, so she had to have lifted before you called the conference. But I don’t believe it’s a coincidence either. I suppose we’ll learn what it’s all about eventually.”

He stood. The courier was below the horizon now, so the glare of its exhaust was concealed. “Or not,” he concluded with a lopsided grin toward the admiral.

Cox doesn’t know what’s going on,
Daniel realized.
He’s treating me as a friend not for what I know, but because I’m puzzled also. Two spacers, left in the dark by faceless bureaucrats
.

The Alliance vehicle grunted loudly, then started forward. The staff car’s driver was looking back at his passengers, and the Marines at the entrance had braced to attention.

“Duty calls,” the admiral said without enthusiasm as he got back into the car. They started forward as soon as Daniel had closed the door. The major commanding the guard detachment saluted, but nobody wasted time trying to check the squadron commander’s credentials.

“You know,” Cox said as the car swung toward the front of the commandeered house, “I thought we had things sorted out pretty well here, pretty
bloody
well. We’ve rounded up the chancers on Tattersall—that’s right, isn’t it, Butler?”

“Yes sir,” said the intelligence officer. “I’m satisfied that we have.”

He looked at Daniel and added apologetically, “They weren’t very sophisticated. It doesn’t appear to have crossed their minds that their plans would fail.”

“I don’t see what call there was to bring in this Mundy spook,” Cox said in an aggrieved tone. “We’d taken care of it. And now the
Themis
, carrying somebody from Navy House or External Affairs or for all I know the Senate itself! Because they don’t trust us to handle a little piss-pot revolution on a little piss-pot world. It’s not right!”

He looked at Daniel and added, “I’m not blaming you, Leary. You’re following orders just the same as I am or Captain Gillian on the
Themis
. I just wish our lords and masters trusted us, you see?”

The staff car stopped again. The Alliance vehicle was being shunted into the parking area without being permitted to drop off its passengers first. Marines in 2nd Class uniforms—the same gray as those of RCN spacers, but with red instead of black piping—backed up the woman giving directions, but she wore utilities and carried her pistol in a shoulder holster. She had no rank or unit insignia.

Lieutenant Commander Vondrian, a friend whom Daniel planned to get together with if he had a moment before the
Princess Cecile
lifted from Tattersall, stood to the side. He too was in utilities and was watching the discussion—argument—between the woman giving directions and the driver. Better, the driver’s protest and the woman’s implacably calm disinterest.

Vondrian was well-born and wealthy. He was normally a pleasant, sophisticated fellow, but at the moment he looked as grim as if he were commanding a firing squad.

“I think,” said Daniel, “that the Alliance involvement was the problem. Even though Pleasaunce isn’t involved, the central government
could
be if things went wrong. It’s a complicated mess all going back to Doerries and Forty Stars headquarters, not only the Sunbright rebellion but also much of the blockade running and even the private-venture cruiser that was
catching
blockade runners, the
Estremadura
. Though he had partners on Cremona for the cruiser.”

“Was this Doerries out of his mind?” said Ruffin. “Why was he working against himself? And against his government government, if it comes to that?”

“The blockade running and the
Estremadura
were both to make money to keep the Sunbright rebellion going,” Daniel said. “He was letting cargoes he’d backed go through and capturing ships sent by rival syndicates. And as for the Sunbright business itself, well, that’s complicated. Too complicated for—

He looked from Ruffin to the admiral.

“—a spacer like me.”

“What’s going on up there?” said Cox, cocking his head to see past his aides on the facing seats. That didn’t show him as much as he wanted to see, so he started to get out of the vehicle on his side.

As he did so, the Alliance vehicle finally and pulled away with a snarl of exhaust. The RCN driver checked to see that Cox was still inside, then moved smoothly to the drop-off point. Marines in Grays opened the four doors of the passenger compartment. Hogg lifted himself feet-first out of the open cab and dropped to the ground. Perhaps the cab door didn’t open.

The Macotta Squadron had raised a marquee of sail fabric supported by spars. The thin film was translucent, blurring but not concealing the pink-with-blue/green upperworks of the ornate building.