The Temporal Void (51 page)

‘No. Best guess is that it’s someone with a strong natural connection to Justine.’

‘What do you mean, natural connection?’

‘It was always assumed Inigo was related to Edeard somehow, some distant family connection. As we don’t know which colony ship wound up inside the Void, the link could never be proven. So Living Dream is assuming the same for Justine.’

‘There can’t be many left,’ Oscar said thoughtfully. ‘She’s been inside ANA for centuries. All her contemporaries are in there, too, that or they’re real-dead.’

‘Apart from Admiral Kazimir,’ Cheriton said.

‘No!’

‘Probably not,’ Cheriton admitted. ‘But we’ll never be able to trace it anyway. Justine’s dream emanated from the Central worlds’ gaiafield; where the Confluence nests are all built and maintained by Highers. Living Dream can’t touch them.’

‘Thank Ozzie for that,’ Beckia said.

‘Hang on,’ Oscar said. ‘Araminta can hardly have a family connection to a Starflyer.’

Cheriton grinned. ‘It’s not exactly a perfect theory.’

‘So Living Dream’s emphasis is still on the Second Dreamer?’ Tomansio asked.

‘Very much so.’ Cheriton took another drink of the beer. ‘You need to get Liatris into my building’s net and subvert their monitors to establish a secure channel for me. If he doesn’t I’ll have to go aggressive to get out if I send you a warning again.’

‘I’ll tell him.’

‘What progress are you making with Danal and Mareble?’ Oscar asked.

‘Some, though I’m not sure it’s going to help much. Danal was given a memory read.’

Everyone round the table winced.

‘Yeah,’ Cheriton said. ‘As were all the others they rounded up at the apartment raid. I took Mareble down to their headquarters in the docks. She got to see him, but he’s still in custody, and she had a restriction order placed on her. As far as Major Honilar is now concerned, just knowing Araminta is a crime.’

‘So they’re no use, then?’

‘I wouldn’t say that, exactly.’

Beckia gave Cheriton a knowing glance. ‘You didn’t?’

‘What could I do? The whole merry widow syndrome really kicked into overdrive for a while there. She was very upset when I got her back to her hotel room.’

‘Dear Ozzie,’ Oscar chuckled into his beer.

‘It establishes me as a genuine supportive friend,’ Cheriton said, a shade too defensively. ‘That could be useful. A lot of followers are having their faith shaken by the way Phelim is acting. This wasn’t what they signed up for.’

‘Okay, good work,’ Tomansio said.

Cheriton put his beer back on the table. ‘Have you got any idea where Araminta might be?’

‘Not one. Liatris is running a hundred analysis routines trying to figure out where she could have taken refuge. Honilar won’t be far behind him; even he is eventually going to work out he’s being deliberately distracted.’

‘Great. Then the paranoia will really kick in.’

‘They’ll go for her family next,’ Oscar said miserably. ‘Make a big splash of arresting them to flush her out.’

‘Do you want to warn them?’ Tomansio asked.

‘If they believe us, and it’s a big if, that might make it harder for Honilar to round them up. Worst case scenario it’ll take him an extra half hour. You keep telling me every minute is precious.’

‘Sounds like a plan. I’ll start calling them.’

‘I’d better get back,’ Cheriton said. He stood up and slipped through the privacy screen.

‘Nothing from the monitors we’ve got on Cressida,’ Beckia said as they waited for Tomansio to complete his anonymous calls to Araminta’s family. ‘We’ll go to Nik’s next, see if any of her old colleagues can give us a hint where she might be.’

‘Sure,’ he said. His u-shadow told him Paula was calling on a secure channel.

‘Any progress?’ she asked.

‘The Second Dreamer is Araminta, a Viotia native. So far she’s managed to give everyone the slip. We’re chasing up what leads we’ve got, but we’re not the only ones here.’

‘You’re sure it’s Araminta?’

‘Oh yes.’ Oscar smiled fondly as he recalled their second visit to the apartments. He’d actually laughed out loud when he saw the top of the water tank lying on the bathroom floor. And from what they could determine, she’d stopped for a cup of tea and some biscuits before scooting out of there. That was real class – or total insanity. Either way, he was rather looking forward to the time when he finally got to meet her. ‘Living Dream knows it, too.’

‘Can you get her first?’

‘We’ll do our best.’

‘I have something to tell you,’ Paula said.

‘This doesn’t sound good.’

‘There is a Faction agent in a very powerful starship, equivalent to yours. They just fired a black hole weapon into Hanko. The planet is currently imploding.’

Oscar’s skin turned chilly. He stared at the bar’s colourful hologram adverts without seeing them. ‘Hanko?’

‘Yes. I’m sorry, Oscar.’

‘But I captained the
Dublin
there during the Prime attack,’ he protested weakly. ‘We went through hell protecting Hanko.’

‘I know. This is a new and very dangerous type of weapon. No one expected it to be used like this. I’m telling you so you understand the Factions are becoming desperate. Be very careful acquiring this Araminta. It is not a game.’

‘I understand. Why was Hanko so important to them?’

‘Inigo may have been on it.’

‘Wow. I see. Did he escape?’

‘We don’t know. There’s no communication link to the planet any more.’

‘Shit.’

‘Oscar. There’s something else. I’m telling you in case I vanish. I suspect there’s a good chance the agent was the Cat.’

‘Oh no. No, no, no. Not her. She’s in suspension. You put here there for fuck’s sake. That was the one thing I made very sure of after they re-lifed me.’

‘I don’t know for certain yet. And it’ll only be a clone if it is her.’

‘
Only
a clone? Oh Jesus. Where is she?’

‘I don’t know. But if she turns up on Viotia, your Knights Guardian might be tempted to jump ship.’

‘Oh fuck!’ he said that out loud, very loud. Beckia and Tomansio gave him a curious glance.

‘Now you know,’ Paula said. ‘You can take precautions.’

‘Precautions? Against the Cat, in an ultradrive ship, with a superweapon? What kind of deranged moron let her have these things in the first place?’

‘As I said, the Factions are getting desperate.’

‘Wait. Why would you vanish?’

‘She, or someone like her, tried to kill me. She’ll probably try again. You know what she’s like.’

‘I want to go home.’

‘And you will. Not long now.’

‘Damn, I hate you.’

‘Hate is good. It helps keep you focused.’

‘It’s not good,’ he protested irritably. ‘It makes you irrational.’

‘Which makes you unpredictable. Which gives your enemies a difficult time determining your actions. It will be harder for her to set a trap for you.’

‘I didn’t have any goddamn enemies before you dragged me into this.’

‘If you genuinely need back-up, I will come to Viotia. I simply prefer not to unless there is no alternative. Do you want me there?’

Oscar took a long breath and glared up at the ceiling. ‘No. I have everything perfectly under control.’ He told his u-shadow to end the call.

‘Everything all right?’ Tomansio asked.

‘Blissfully wonderful. Come on, let’s get over to Nik’s.’
While Viotia’s still here
.

*

The winds on Hanko had always presented a problem to star-ships, or any flying machine, whether they used ingrav or regrav. The pressure which the unpredictable turbulence produced on the hull pushed the vessels about as they neared the ground. At high altitude it didn’t really matter, precision wasn’t necessary above the cloud level. But close to the ground it became more of a problem. Squalls and microbursts could shove the whole ship down unexpectedly, bringing it perilously close to a crash. As a consequence, nothing flew below eight hundred metres unless they were landing at Jajaani. That was in ordinary conditions.

As the planet’s frozen surface began to quake and buckle prior to its final, fatal implosion, the storms accelerated relentlessly with windspeeds rising to over two hundred kilometres an hour. Aaron found there was only one way to fly through such an environment: using the kind of speed and power that no wind could ever affect.

The
Lindau
hit mach twelve as he took it down to an altitude of five hundred metres. At that velocity, through a dense typhoon of hail, it didn’t so much fly as rip out a vacuum contrail. Supersonic annular blast waves radiated out from the force field, blasting the ice and soil below to granulated ruin. A thick column of lightning blazed along its roiling wake before discharging into sheets that spread over hundreds of square kilometres. Far above the starship, the upper cloud level bulged and seethed as if some massive creature was clawing at the planetary blanket.

Aaron reached the end of his run, and an eight-gee acceleration vector lifted the
Lindau
vertical. Seconds later he was out of the clouds and curving sharply at ten gees through the ionosphere to bring the nose down again. The starship’s on-board compensators managed to relieve four gees, leaving him exposed to a full six gee force. Biononics braced his body again as he was shoved back into the pilot’s acceleration couch. The
Lindau
plunged back into the lower atmosphere. It immediately began to vibrate with a frequency and intensity that threatened to shake the whole structure apart. Even with biononic protection, Aaron could feel his bones and organs quiver as his flesh was squeezed. Alarms filled the cabin with a panicked howl. Red strobes drowned out the ordinary illumination, immersing him in hell’s own lighting scheme. He heard overstressed metal tearing. Somewhere behind him high pressure gas roared out of a fracture. Toxic alarms added their unique note to the clamour. Aaron strengthened his integral force field.

Solar-bright lightning overwhelmed the hull’s visual sensors as the starship began its new run five hundred metres from the ground. The vibration grew progressively more violent. Aaron ignored it all, scrutinizing every byte of data from the external sensors. Within the chaos of the terminal blizzard, the ship’s instruments could only scan a few hundred metres with any accuracy. His search area was a huge zone that stretched from the Asiatic glacier back to the Olhava camp, which he was forced to cover in strips eight hundred metres wide – with a fifty-metre overlap to be certain of complete coverage.

The
Lindau
completed its manic run, and punched upwards. A fuselage stress strut snapped, tearing through cables and pipes. Sparks sprayed into the cabin as half the polyphoto light panels failed. Smartcore schematics revealed a deeper problem of primary power loss to several drive support systems. Aaron shunted the display into a peripheral icon, and powerdived the starship back into the clouds at eleven gees.

*

The Delivery Man teleported directly into the hallway to hear Elsie and Tilly squabbling over who could play with the grav-ball. Elsie had it, and was running round the front lounge victoriously, holding the toy aloft and shouting: ‘My turn, my turn.’

Tilly was chasing after her sister trying to grab the ball back. ‘Is not!’ she yelled in frustration. The paediatric housebot was floating after the two of them, maintaining the safety-regulated one point seven metres away, chiding melodiously: ‘Children to stop climbing on furniture. There is danger in this activity. Please calm down. Share your toys. It is rewarding.’

‘Ratbag,’ Elsie shouted at the bot. She threw the grav-ball. It hit the upper surface of the bot, and rebounded in a cloud of blue holographic light to hit the ceiling, where it flattened out for five seconds, quivering, before launching itself at the wall amid another photonic fizz. Tilly and Elsie sprinted for it, little faces grim with determination. Both missed as it shot upwards again, making a ridiculous
boiiing
noise. Another bounce off the ceiling and it was heading straight for Lizzie’s favourite vase, a fifteen-hundred-year-old Rebecca Lewis from her Bryn-Bella period.

The Delivery Man hated the flowery monstrosity, but managed to snatch the grav-ball from the air just before it hit.

‘Daddy!’ Both girls immediately forgot their squabble and ran over for hugs.

‘I’ve told you a hundred times you’re not to play with this in the adult rooms,’ he scolded.

‘Yes, yes!’ They wrapped their arms around him, tugging as they jumped up and down in happy excitement.

‘Where’ve you been?’

‘Did you bring presents?’

He handed the grav-ball to the housebot. ‘All over, and no.’

‘Awwww!’

‘I was too busy, sorry.’
Staying alive
.

The three of them walked into the kitchen where Lizzie and a general housebot were preparing supper on the iron range cooker. Various pans were bubbling away, producing a melange of scents. It was dark outside, turning the windows into sheets of blackness coated in condensation.

Lizzie smiled and gave him a quick kiss. ‘Glad you’re back,’ she whispered.

‘Me too.’

Rosa tottered in from the conservatory, dressed in a red and black skirt with green stockings. ‘Daa da.’

‘Hello, poppet.’ He scooped her up, and tidied some of her dark red curls.

‘She said bot today,’ Lizzie said.

‘Did you?’ the Delivery Man asked. Rosa smiled back, saying nothing.

‘It could have been boot,’ Lizzie admitted. ‘Can you three do something useful and lay the table, please?’

The Delivery Man put Rosa down, and helped Tilly and Elsie arrange the knives and forks in the right places.

‘I think I might cut down on investigations,’ the Delivery Man said as he found some wine glasses for himself and Lizzie.

‘That’s good,’ she said.

‘At least the cases furthest away from the Central worlds. That should cut down on my away time considerably.’

She rewarded the decision with a kiss. ‘Thank you.’

They all sat down together for supper. The housebot put a big casserole pot in the middle of the table, and lifted the lid off.