"Our a.s.ses?" said Elli.
"Admiral Naismith," Miles finished. "He"s the one at risk, now." Miles"s gaze crossed Elli"s; her eyebrows arched in dawning worry. "The key word is cover, as in blown-or, just possibly, permanently a.s.sured.
"You and I," he nodded to Galeni, "have to get cleaned up. Meet me back here in fifteen minutes. Ivan, bring a sandwich. Two sandwiches. We"ll take you along for muscle." Ivan was well endowed in that resource. "Elli, you drive."
"Drive where?" asked Quinn.
"The a.s.sizes. We go to the rescue of poor, misunderstood Lieutenant Vorkosigan. Who will return with us gratefully, whether he wants to or not. Ivan, better bring a hypospray with two cc"s of tholizone, in addition to those sandwiches."
"Hold it, Miles," said Ivan. "If the amba.s.sador couldn"t get him sprung, how do you expect us to?"
Miles grinned. "Not us. Admiral Naismith."
The London Munic.i.p.al a.s.sizes was a big black crystal of a building some two centuries old. A slash of similar architecture erupted unevenly through a district of even older styles, representing the bombings and fires of the Fifth Civil Disturbance. Urban renewal here seemed to wait on disaster. London was so filled up, a cramped jigsaw of juxtaposed eras, with Londoners stubbornly hanging on to bits of their past; there was even a committee to save the singularly ugly disintegrating remnants of the late twentieth century. Miles wondered if Vorbarr Sultana, presently expanding madly, would look like this in a thousand years, or whether it would obliterate its history in the rush to modernize.
Miles paused in the a.s.sizes"s soaring foyer to adjust his Dendarii admiral"s uniform. "Do I look respectable?" he asked Quinn.
"The beard makes you look, um..."
Miles had hastily trimmed the edges. "Distinguished? Older?"
"Hung over."
"Ha."
The four of them took the lift tube to the ninety-seventh level.
"Chamber W," the reception panel directed them after accessing its files; "Cubicle 19."
Cubicle 19 proved to contain a secured Euronet JusticeComp terminal and a live human being, a serious young man.
"Ah, Investigator Reed." Elli smiled winningly at him as they entered. "We meet again."
The briefest glance showed Investigator Reed to be alone. Miles cleared a twinge of panic from his throat.
"Investigator Reed is in charge of looking into that unpleasant incident at the shuttleport, sir," Elli explained, mistaking his choke for a request for an introduction and slipping back into professional mode. "Investigator Reed, Admiral Naismith. We had a long talk on my last trip here."
"I see," said Miles. He kept his face blandly polite.
Reed was frankly staring at him. "Uncanny. So you really are Vorkosigan"s clone!"
"I prefer to think of him as my twin brother," Miles flung off, "once removed. We generally prefer to stay as far removed from each other as possible. So you"ve spoken to him."
"At some length. I did not find him very cooperative. " Reed glanced back and forth uncertainly from Miles and Elli to the two uniformed Barrayarans. "Obstructive. Indeed, rather unpleasant."
"So I would imagine. You were treading on his toes. He"s quite sensitive about me. Prefers not to be reminded of my embarra.s.sing existence."
"Ah? Why?"
"Sibling rivalry," Miles extemporized. "I"ve gotten farther in my military career than he has in his. He takes it as a reproach, a slur on his own perfectly reasonable achievements..." G.o.d, somebody, give me another straight line-Reed"s stare was becoming piercing.
"To the point, please, Admiral Naismith," Captain Galeni rumbled.
Thank you. "Quite. Investigator Reed-I do not pretend that Vorkosigan and I are friends, but how did you come by this curious misapprehension that he tried to arrange my rather messy death?"
"Your case has not been easy. The two would-be killers," Reed glanced at Elli, "were a dead end. So we went to other leads."
"Not Lise Vallerie, was it? I"m afraid I"ve been guilty of leading her slightly astray. An untimely sense of humor, I fear. It"s an affliction..."
"... we all must bear," murmured Elli.
"I found Vallerie"s suggestions interesting, not conclusive," said Reed. "In the past I"ve found her to be a careful investigator in her own right, unimpeded by certain rules of order that hamper, say, me. And most helpful in pa.s.sing on items of interest."
"What"s she investigating these days?" inquired Miles.
Reed gave him a bland look. "Illegal cloning. Perhaps you might give her some tips."
"Ah-I fear my experiences are some two decades out of date for your purposes."
"Well, that"s neither here nor there. In this case the lead was quite objective. An aircar was seen leaving the shuttleport at the time of the attack, pa.s.sing illegally through a traffic control s.p.a.ce. We traced it to the Barrayaran emba.s.sy."
Sergeant Barth. Galeni looked like he wanted to spit; Ivan was acquiring that pleasant, slightly moronic expression he"d found so useful in the past for evading any accusation of responsibility.
"Oh, that," said Miles airily. "That was merely Barrayar"s usual tedious surveillance of me. Frankly, the emba.s.sy I would suspect of having a hand in this is the Cetagandan. Recent Dendarii operations in their area of influence-far outside your jurisdiction-displeased them exceedingly. But it was not a charge in my power to prove, which was why I was content to leave it to your people."
"Ah, the remarkable rescue at Dagoola. I"d heard of it. A compelling motive."
"More compelling, I would suggest, than the ancient history I confided to Lise Vallerie. Does that straighten out the contratemps?"
"And are you getting something in return for this charitable service to the Barrayaran emba.s.sy, Admiral?"
"My good deed for the day? No, you"re right, I warned you about my sense of humor. Let"s just say, my reward is sufficient."
"Nothing that could be construed as an obstruction of justice, I trust?" Reed"s eyebrows rose dryly.
"I"m the victim, remember?" Miles bit his tongue. "My reward has nothing to do with London"s criminal code, I a.s.sure you. In the meantime, can I ask you to return poor Lieutenant Vorkosigan to the custody, say, of his commanding officer, Captain Galeni, here?"
Reed"s face was a study in suspicion, his alertness multiplied. What"s wrong, dammit? wondered Miles. This is supposed to be lulling him....
Reed steepled his hands, leaned back, and c.o.c.ked his head. "Lieutenant Vorkosigan left with a man who introduced himself as Captain Galeni an hour ago."
"Aaah..." said Miles. "An older man in civilian dress? Greying hair, heavyset?"
"Yes..."
Miles inhaled, smiling fixedly. "Thank you, Investigator Reed. We won"t take any more of your valuable time."
Back in the foyer Ivan said, "Now what?"
"I think," said Captain Galeni, "it is time to return to the emba.s.sy. And send a full report to HQ."
The urge to confess, eh? "No, no, never send interim reports," said Miles. "Only final ones. Interim reports tend to elicit orders. Which you must then either obey, or spend valuable time and energy evading, which you could be using to solve the problem."
"An interesting command philosophy; I must keep it in mind. Do you share it, Commander Quinn?"
"Oh, yes."
"The Dendarii Mercenaries must be a fascinating outfit to work for."
Quinn smirked. "I find it so."
Chapter Twelve.
They returned to the emba.s.sy nonetheless, Galeni to galvanize his staff into an all-out investigation of the now highly-suspect courier officer, Miles to change back into his Barrayaran dress greens and visit the emba.s.sy physician to have his hand properly set. If there was a lull in his life after this mess was cleared up, Miles reflected, perhaps he"d better take the time to go get the bones and joints in his arms and hands, not just the long bones of his legs, replaced with synthetics. Getting the legs done had been painful and tedious, but putting off the arms wasn"t going to make it any better. And he certainly couldn"t pretend he was going to do any more growing.
Somewhat morose with these thoughts, he left the emba.s.sy clinic and wandered down to Security"s office sub-level. He found Galeni sitting alone at his comconsole desk, having generated a flurry of orders that dispatched subordinates in all directions. The lights in the office were dimmed. Galeni was leaning back with his feet on the desk, crossed at the ankles, and Miles had the impression that he would have preferred a bottle of something potently alcoholic in his hand to the light pen he now turned over and over.
Galeni smiled bleakly, sat up, and took to tapping the pen on the desk as Miles entered. "I"ve been thinking it over, Vorkosigan. I"m afraid we may not be able to avoid calling in the local authorities in this."
"I wish you wouldn"t do that, sir." Miles pulled up a chair and sat astride it, arms athwart its back. "Involve them, and the consequences pa.s.s beyond our control."
"It will take a small army, to find those two on Earth now."
"I have a small army," Miles reminded him, "which has just demonstrated its effectiveness for this sort of thing, I think."
"Ha. True."
"Let the emba.s.sy hire the Dendarii Mercenaries to find our... missing persons."
"Hire? I thought Barrayar was already paying for them!"
Miles blinked innocently. "But sir, it"s part of their covert status that that relationship is unknown even to the Dendarii themselves. If the emba.s.sy hires them in a formal contract for this job, it-covers the cover, so to speak."
Galeni raised his brows sardonically. "I see. And how do you propose to explain your clone to them?"
"If necessary, as a clone-of Admiral Naismith."
"Three of you, now?" said Galeni dubiously.
"Just set them to find your-find Ser Galen. Where he is, the clone will be too. It worked once."
"Hm," said Galeni.
"There"s just one thing," Miles added. He ran one finger thoughtfully along the top of the chair back. "If we do succeed in catching them-just what is it that we plan to do with "em?"
The light pen tapped. "There are," said Galeni, "only two or three possibilities. One, they can be arrested, tried, and incarcerated for the crimes committed here on Earth."
"During the course of which," Miles observed seriously, "Admiral Naismith"s cover as a supposedly independent operator will almost certainly be compromised, his true ident.i.ty publicly revealed. I can"t pretend the Barrayaran Empire will stand or fall on the Dendarii Mercenaries, but Security has found us useful in the past. Command may-I hope may-regard this as a poor trade. Besides, has my clone in fact committed any crimes he can be held for? I think he may even be a minor, by Eurolaw rules."
"Second alternative," Galeni recited. "Kidnap them and returned them secretly to Barrayar for trial, evading Earth"s non-extradition status. If we had an order from on high, my guess is this would be it, the minimum proper paranoid Security response."
"For trial," said Miles, "or to be held indefinitely in some oubliette... For my-brother, that might not turn out as bad as he"d at first think. He has a friend in a very high place. If he can escape being secretly murdered by some-overexcited underling first, en route." Galeni and Miles exchanged glances. "But n.o.body"s going to intercede for your father. Barrayar has always taken the killings in the Komarr Revolt to be civil crimes, not acts of war, and he never submitted to the loyalty oath and amnesty. He"ll be up on capital charges. His execution will inevitably follow."
"Inevitably." Galeni pursed his lips, staring down at the toes of his boots. "The third possibility being-as you said-an order coming down for their secret a.s.sa.s.sination."
"Criminal orders can be successfully resisted," Miles observed, "if you have a strong enough stomach for it. High command isn"t as free with that sort of thing as they were back in Emperor Ezar"s day, fortunately. I submit a fourth possibility. It might be better not to catch these-awkward relatives-in the first place."
"Bluntly, Miles, if I fail to produce Ser Galen, my career will be smoke. I must already be suspect, for having failed to turn him up any time these last two years. Your suggestion skirts-not insubordination, that seems to be your normal mode of operation-but something worse."
"What about your predecessor here, who failed to discover him in five years? And if you do produce him now, will your career be any better off? You"ll be suspect anyway, in the minds of those who are determined to be suspicious."
"I wish," Galeni"s face had an inward look, deathly calm, his voice a reflective murmur, "I wish he had stayed dead in the first place. His first death was a much better one, glorious in the heat of battle. He had his place in history, and I was alone, past pain, without mother or father to torment me. How fortunate that science hasn"t cracked human immortality. It"s a great blessing that we can outlive old wars. And old warriors."
Miles mulled over the dilemma. In jail on Earth, Galen destroyed both Galeni"s career and Admiral Naismith"s, but lived. Shipped to Barrayar, he died; Galeni"s career would be a little better off, but Galeni himself-would not be quite sane, Miles rather thought. The patricide would not have the rooted serenity to serve Komarr"s complex future needs, certainly. But Naismith would live, his thought whispered temptingly. Left loose, the persistent Galen and Mark remained a threat of unknown, and so intolerable, proportion; if Miles and Galeni did nothing, high command would most certainly take the choice from them, issuing who-knew-what orders sealing the fate of their perceived enemies.
Miles loathed the thought of sacrificing Galeni"s promising career to this crabbed old revolutionary who refused to give up. Yet Galen"s destruction would also damage Galeni, just as certainly. Dammit, why couldn"t the old man have pensioned himself off to some tropical paradise, instead of hanging around making trouble for the younger generation on the grounds, no doubt, that it was good for "em? Mandatory retirement for revolutionaries, that"s what they needed now.
What do you choose when all choices are bad?
"This choice is mine," said Galeni. "We have to go after them."
They stared at each other, both very tired.
"Compromise," suggested Miles. "Send the Dendarii Mercenaries out to locate, track, and monitor them. Don"t attempt to pick them up yet. This will permit you to put all the emba.s.sy"s resources to work on the problem of the courier, a purely Barrayaran-internal matter on any scale."
There was a silence. "Agreed," Galeni said at last. "But whatever finally happens-I want to get it over with quickly."
"Agreed," said Miles.
Miles found Elli sitting alone in the emba.s.sy cafeteria, leaning tired and a little blank over the remains of her dinner, ignoring the covert stares and hesitant smiles of various emba.s.sy personnel. He grabbed a snack and tea and slid into the seat across from her. Their hands gripped briefly across the table, then she rested her chin on her cupped palms again, elbows propped.
"So, what"s next?" she asked.
"What"s the traditional reward for a job well done in this man"s army?"
Her dark eyes crinkled. "Another job."
"You got it. I"ve persuaded Captain Galeni to let the Dendarii mercenaries find Galen, just as you found us. How did you find us, by the way?"
"Lotta d.a.m.n work, that"s how. We started by crunching through that awful pile of data you beamed up from the emba.s.sy files about Komarrans. We eliminated the well-doc.u.mented ones, the young children, and so on. Then we put the Intelligence computer team downside to break into the economic net and pull out credit files, and into the Eurolaw net-that was tricky-and pull out criminal files, and started looking for anomalies. That"s where we found the break. About a year ago, the Earth-born son of a Komarran expatriate was picked up by the Eurolaw cops on some minor misdemeanor and found to have an unregistered stunner in his possession. Not being a deadly weapon, it merely cost him a fine, and as far as Eurolaw was concerned, that was that. But the stunner wasn"t of Earth manufacture. It was old Barrayaran military issue.
"We began following him, both physically and through the computer net, finding out who his friends were, people who weren"t in the emba.s.sy"s computer. We were following up several other leads at the same time that failed to pan out. But this is where I got a compelling hunch. One of this kid"s frequent contacts, a man named Van der Poole, was registered as an immigrant to Earth from the planet Frost IV. Now, during that investigation I did a couple of years back involving the stolen genes, I pa.s.sed through Jackson"s Whole-"