Then flinched as she remembered the fatwa against her. The mole was paying a lot to have her liquidated.
The irony was that Brown himself was the target of a fatwa and had been for a year now. The Myoto Company, which Brown had ex-communicated from the Cartel (overtly) and from the Majons Corporata (covertly) had issued the kill order. Protected by his position within Quesada, the full brunt of the fatwa diminished. But it was still there, a thorn - though a small one - in Brown"s side.
Anneke hoped to enlarge that thorn. Or create a new one of her own.
She moved deeper into the Draco Quarter, that surface section of Lykis colonised by wealthy criminal elements, whose wealth made the quarter a no-go area for ordinary cops and, to some extent, for RIM operatives.
The Draco Quarter was also where Fat Fraddo had his primary headquarters and where each of the major Companies and Clans had *emba.s.sies"
- front organisations that liaised with the criminal underworld and in which the Companies and Clans owned substantial (but usually untraceable) stocks and shares. It often paid to have good connections with the criminal world. Criminals were, by definition, expendable. And they did not have to be *claimed" when things went wrong. In such a situation, they were cut loose. Abandoned. Denied.
Of course, one had to pay hefty premiums for professional deniability.
Anneke came to a sharply sloping roof and cat- footed across it. That"s when she stumbled.
A moment"s glitch was all it took. She lost her balance on the dew-slick surface and started to slide. The slide became a wild skid towards the yawning edge of the roof and a drop of twenty floors.
Anneke threw herself down, lying full length on the rooftop. Her mind shifted into overdrive. She had two options. She could activate a sticky grappling field that would slow her slide and even stop it, but which would set off every sensor alarm within three hundred metres.
Or she could fall.
She decided on the latter. A 3-D memory tattoo of the Draco Quarter told her what was below the roof edge. It whipped towards her as she picked up speed. She reviewed it in her mind"s eye, the whole process taking less time than a blink.
A courtyard, seven metres wide, then another building, sixteen floors high. A fall of fifteen metres. Barely doable. She calculated swiftly and realised she needed more speed, not less.
She twisted round, sliding headfirst. Then, with every instinct crying out for her to stop her slide, she started paddling, pushing herself down the sloping surface faster and faster.
Suddenly she shot out into s.p.a.ce.
And fell.
She did a half forward roll which her momentum completed, so her feet pointed to the ground. The roof of the opposite building, happily sloping in the other direction and ending in a rooftop garden, rushed up at her as she arced across the gap, dropping like a stone. The chill night air rushed past her.
She had to do this just right, first time.
The angle of the other roof was in her favour. Forty degrees. That would lessen the impact. Her Normanskian muscles, which turned her powerful legs into equally powerful shock absorbers, had to do the rest.
Hit. Roll. Slide.
That was what it would have to - Ooooomph!
The impact smashed the air from her lungs, making her gasp as pain shocked through her limbs. Then she was rolling, relaxing into a slide, which ended in a tree as she fell into the rooftop garden.
Then all was still. Anneke blinked, her senses reeling, compensating, and calculating. She took three quick deep breaths, the body mnemonic for shutdown.
Her pulse subsided and her breathing returned to normal. Then it spiked again when a voice, below her, said, *Can you get my kitten while you"re up there?"
Anneke peered down. A little girl was staring up at her with a tear-stained face. Anneke looked about, finally spotting the kitten scrunched tightly into a fork, terrified at the large intruder.
Anneke dropped out of the tree and handed the girl her kitten, which immediately buried itself, trembling, into her woolly top.
*She"s such a bad girl!"
*Somehow, I don"t think she"ll do a lot of tree climbing after this," Anneke said, then added under her breath, *me neither, if it comes to that."
*What were you doing in my tree?" asked the girl.
*I . . . er . . ." Anneke sighed. Kids and their questions. She decided to tell the truth. *I fell off that building over there." She pointed.
*What were you doing up there?" Just ... getting some fresh air."
*You shouldn"t be in the tree."
*Sweetie, you are so right. I have to go now. You take care of your kitten, okay?"
*I will. Her name"s Curly."
Anneke scratched Curly under the chin, then, using her memory tattoo to guide her, climbed onto the adjacent rooftop and continued on her way. A few minutes later she was within sight of her destination.
This was the headquarters of the Ekud *emba.s.sy", a front for the Ekud K"dar, a ruthless criminal *family". Just as many freedom fighter organisations in the past had political arms that sought changes through the political system, so many crime families had bifurcated into a crime group and affiliated Clan. Ekud was one of these. The Clan existed in the public eye and did business as normal. It represented the legit and semi-legit interests of the founding family, the Ekud K"dar.
But the Clan also offered *emba.s.sy s.p.a.ce" and *relations" to any who would pay. Companies such as Imperial Standard, who preferred others to do their dirty work for them.
Anneke penetrated the building"s rooftop defences with little difficulty, partly because few would willingly step inside the lion"s den, and the bulk of their protective systems were designed to stop people - and information - getting out.
Nor were they any match for cutting-edge RIM technology. Or for Anneke Longshadow.
The fact that Fat Fraddo had a mole in the building and a complete readout of its defences, had nothing to do with it, Anneke a.s.sured herself. That just made it easier and cleaner.
When Royce Bodanis woke up he found himself staring at a reeker - a nasty weapon with a nastier reputation.
He sat up slowly, keeping his hands where the beautiful woman holding the reeker could see them.
*It"s been some time since girls sneaked into my bedroom at night," he said, conversationally. Anneke smiled, lowering the reeker slightly.
*How can I help you?" Bodanis asked.
*Maybe I can help you."
*Ah. Altruism. That usually costs more."
*You can afford it, trust me."
*I don"t suppose you"d tell me your name?"
*Anneke Longshadow."
Bodanis started, and then stared at her more closely. Slowly, he nodded. *Indeed, I recognise you now. The deceased Ms Longshadow, back from the grave. An upset in certain circles."
*Every ointment has its fly."
*Indeed. So what can I do for such a beautiful fly?"
*I hear you are no friend to Nathaniel Brown." Bodanis made a face. *Mr Brown and I have our differences."
*Mr Brown has an M-Cla.s.s Destroyer."
Bodanis" eyes widened. *A dreadnought? He has found the -?" He stopped.
*No, he has not found the lost coordinates. Not yet, at any rate, and not for a while, I would guess. But he has found a derelict dreadnought adrift in s.p.a.ce." She told him of the vessel"s condition and what she had found on board.
Bodanis sat back, appraising her. *And why tell me all of this, Ms Longshadow? Are we friends now?"
*We all need friends."
*Indeed we do. But still I ask why?"
*Mr Brown will seek to use the destroyer as more than a mere p.a.w.n in his chess game. He will undoubtedly wish to inflate its ... value."
*Is it to be the stick or the carrot?"
*Perhaps both. But its power is as a symbol, as the manifest ghost of a long dead empire. It may be of greater importance than any of us can imagine."
Bodanis nodded with an inward look. *A relic of empire. No object in our history has ever been imbued with more superst.i.tion, more mystical significance, than the dreadnought."
*The ability to destroy an entire world is still part of our collective nightmare," murmured Anneke.
Bodanis nodded again and looked up at her. *I thank you for this information. Is there a price?" Anneke shrugged. *Friendship."
*Then I am in your debt. So let me repay a small portion of it now."
Anneke stiffened suddenly. Was the old man about to try something? Bodanis saw her sudden alertness and smiled. *Please. I like to believe I am a man of honour." He lowered his voice. *I understand you are a friend of one Fat Fraddo?"
Anneke looked at him in surprise.
Bodanis waved her reaction away. *We all have sources of information, Ms Longshadow. So let me tell you something. Even as we sit here, our mutual friend, Mr Brown, is attacking Fat Fraddo"s headquarters. It seems Mr Brown never forgets a slight. Nor does he wish for you to have so many .. . friends."
Bodanis blinked. Anneke was gone. Never had he seen a human move so fast.
BLACK watched from a distance, figuratively if not literally, as Major-General Rench - now RIM Commander - took office.
Black expected a settling in period and was pleasantly surprised when Rench launched himself into a full-scale shakedown of RIM, unashamedly revealing his true colours. Rench was, without a doubt, one of the most unpleasant individuals Black had ever encountered. Toad-like in appearance, he had the temper - and the temperament - of a viper. He was also the type of small-statured man that society sometimes throws up to confound the ambitions of less fragile egos and those with healthier self-esteem. The Bonaparte Syndrome, as it was sometimes called, had more than once changed the course of history.
Rench knew that someone had helped him to office. He did not know the ident.i.ty of the individual, only a codename: Methuselah. He also knew the cost of forgetting his obligations.
At the first Council meeting, which Black attended, Rench slammed his fist on the table and laid down the law. *Things will be changing around here," he said, his voice close to a permanent snarl. *I have here a list to get started on. Anyone who doesn"t like the way I do things can tender their resignation by the end of the day."
He glared around at the a.s.sembled officers and former field agents. Jake Ferren was conspicuously absent. Black was the co-coordinator of the Task Force to find the mole inside RIM. He sat in one of the back rows, taking notes on his e-pad.
No one said anything. A chill wind was blowing through RIM, not unlike the one blowing through the galaxy, and no one doubted Rench"s words.
*Good. I"ll take silence as agreement. First off, a number of officers are retiring." He read off a list of names. jake Ferren"s was at the top. Black suppressed a smile. Ferren was his contribution, but it seemed Rench had his own reasons for wanting to see the back of him. There were a few soft gasps as the names were reeled off, but no one objected. There was no point. *Next matter," said Rench. *This mole-hunt business is coming to an end. It"s tearing RIM apart and wasting valuable resources. Personally, I think the whole thing is a figment of an overactive imagination, a gambit designed to inflate their value to the service and achieve accelerated promotion. That person will be dealt with in due course. I am therefore terminating Operation Mole Hunt. It is to be dismantled immediately. Rench looked up and caught Black"s eyes. Black looked slightly startled, which - fortunately - was a normal reaction for such a situation.
*Maximus Black. You"re attache to Colonel Ferren, am I right?"
Black held his voice at just the right note of nervousness as he replied. *Ah, yessir. I am."
*Not anymore. You"re now a.s.signed to my office. Your new a.s.signment and duties are being cut now. See me after the meeting."
*Yessir. Thank you, sir!"
Rench looked around at the a.s.sembled personnel. He tried, and failed, to a.s.sume an avuncular tone.
*The galaxy is changing, ladies and gentlemen. RIM needs to change with it or else join the long list of species that failed to adapt and became extinct. I feel that our role in the past has been too confrontational, that we may have created as many problems as we have solved. Let the Sentinels handle the policing of the galaxy. They do a d.a.m.n fine job, though only G.o.d knows why they bother."
He paused, as if for dramatic effect. *Unrest, upheaval, may be in store for the federated systems. RIM cannot contain this. We are stretched too thin, our resources and supply lines dangerously exposed. Look at what is happening in the Scorpius sector. Kanto Kantoris is throwing its weight about. Can we stop them if they go on the rampage, as they"ve done in the past? No. Those days, I fear, are gone. That"s why we shall, in future, build up the diplomatic side of RIM and tone down the shock troops and guns approach. Any questions?"
A large bearded man spoke up. *Surely we need intensive impact studies on such a radical change in operation? Perhaps, with the coming upheaval you foresee, we need more shock troops and guns, not less."
*Your point is well taken, Colonel Phrax, but my decision has been made. Now, if that is all, this meeting is over. Detailed briefings on the forthcoming changes are being downloaded to your desks. I suggest you jack in and study them. Good day!"
Rench rose sharply and left the room by a rear door. Black waited till everyone, still grumbling, had left, then he approached the door and knocked.
A voice barked, *Come in, Black!"
Maximus stepped inside. The commander"s ready room, a meet-and-greet chamber with lounges and refreshments, led directly to Rench"s new office. Rench was pouring a Ruvian coffee. He handed one to Black and poured another for himself then motioned for Black to sit down in a self-moulding armchair.
*I"ve had my eye on you for a while, Black. Those fools Viktus and Ferren did not value your talents highly enough. I won"t make their mistake."
Black sat stiffly on the armchair, as became a sublieutenant in the presence of the High Commander, and barely sipped his cup-heated coffee whilst Rench guzzled greedily. *Thank you, sir."
Rench waved that away. *I"m not doing you any favours, Black. But I can"t abide resources being wasted. I know that feeling only too well."
So. Rench felt himself unjustly treated by the service. Sidelined. A short man who believed he was capable of great things. Mika"s profile of him was on the nose. Which made him all that easier to manipulate.
*May I ask, sir, what brought me to your attention?" Black watched the man carefully, pretending to be nervously surprised by what was being offered to him. But he had to know if Rench suspected that he, Black, was the man"s *benefactor" - if a double edged blade could be called a benefactor.
Rench showed no sign of such knowledge and Black doubted the man had the capacity to hide it. *Your work on the Task Force, though doomed to failure by those above you, was exemplary. Outstanding, perhaps." He locked eyes with Black.
*You see, I make it my business to recognise talent when I see it, especially when others don"t."
*Permission to ask a question, sir."
*Of course. As my attache and adviser, Captain, it will be your duty to speak up when you believe it is necessary."
*Yes, sir, and thank you, sir. Do you believe then, sir, that the Combine Cartel has formed or is forming a Majoris Corporata?"
Rench raised an eyebrow. *Straight to the point. I like that. And no, I am not convinced of it. Nor would I necessarily be against such a concentration of resources. I"m not for one minute supporting such a notion, mind you," he hastened to add, *but unlike my predecessors, I believe that the Cartel members act from the best and most predictable of motives: profit. And as such, it is in their interest to promote and maintain peace. I do believe therefore that if a Majoris Corporata were to exist, we could do business with it. Does that answer your question?"