"d.a.m.n," Ari said, and by then Florian had her one arm and Catlin had the other, and Prang was headed for the surgery.
"I"ll get the manuals," Justin said, and he and Grant headed out of the room, headed the same direction, Mark and Gerry close behind them, while the siren howled.
"Sera, come on," Florian said, and she surrendered. She had to. Florian and Catlin pulled her out into the hall and down the nearest stairs.
They were on the next flight down when something screamed overhead, the walls rattled and the ground heaved up, like a blanket toss.
Section 6
Chapter i.
August 27, 2424 1927 H.
Giraud blinked, flinched, moved wildly, first at an unprecedented jolt, then at the abrupt cessation of everything in his world.
Then the rocking and the sounds started up again, regular as the heartbeat that ruled it, and he, and Abban, and Seely, all slowly settled and relaxed. they all had something approaching a memory for the first real event they had ever experienced, knit together for the first time in one experience, at one specific age. they couldn"t define it. But they had all been in the same situation.
They were too old, however, to be seriously inconvenienced by a glitch, They each weighed about a kilostill none of them carrying the weight they needed for that unruly world that had just intruded. They were adding neurons as fast as they could grow them. Their brains were organizing so one day they would be able to remember things. They were packing on body fat, storing it up, not antic.i.p.ating any other such disturbance, though hormones had surged and they remained unsettled for some un-thought reason.
They didn"t plan. They didn"t antic.i.p.ate. they just did things their DNA told them to do, and right now, with all the nutrients they could get, they just filled out their skins and grew eyelashes, because their DNA said it was time to do that.
Chapter ii.
August 27, 2424 2011 H.
The drills in underpopulated Alpha Wing hadn"t remotely conveyed the urgency of a populated area or the fear in a gathered crowd who"d felt that shock. They"d possibly had a tower fall. That was the image Justin framed in his mind: one of the big precip towers on the cliff must have come down, and of all disasters in his life, of all things that had ever happened to him and Grantthat imagination was the worst: atmospheric breach. Death, if you got caught outside.
Traffic in the tunnels had slowed to a general milling movement & slowed, and slowed, until they reached a concourse where people, now in one of the most reinforced areas of the system, generally stood about waiting for information, speculating grimly on what had blown up, talking about the inadequacy of the recent drills, wondering about the whereabouts of relatives and cursing the overloaded communications system, which had flatly shut down all non-official accounts.
Mark and Gerry had kept up with them. They all four had briefcases full of cla.s.sified papers and the manual they"d rescuedthey"d managed that coherent task, amid everything else. But they didn"t know what had happened up on the surface, n.o.body else did, so they made their way generally toward Alpha Wing, with hundreds of other people caught out at restaurants, in residences, working night shift. And, Justin thought, he might get through on Base One, on his handheld, but he didn"t want to make himself a target of questions from everybody else who was missing a relative. They didn"t have a place where they could do it in any privacy.
"Can you gather anything?" he asked Gerry, pausing to let those two overtake them. "Is your com working?"
"Just ops and tracking, ser," Gerry said. "They aren"t saying, except there"s an emergency channel, and our group"s not authorized on it while we"re detached, ser. Sera"s security, sera"s security is saying just stay"
Then a familiar young voice said, over the general address: "This is Ariane Emory, in ReseuneSec Admin, Defenses have brought down a device on the grounds. There"s no significant damage to Reseune facilities, just a hole in the ground where it hit. Please stay in the tunnels until an all-clear, but it looks as if we"re all right for the moment. Section doors will now open, but they may close again if there should be another alarm, so be alert. Upper doors will remain shut for a while yet, so you can"t get back home yet anyway. Don"t cross a section line once the lights start blinking: observe the drills and remember: everybody stop moving if the lights flash red. We"ll provide further information as we get it. No one is to go outside except authorized agents at the moment. Thank you." "This is Ariane Emory, in ReseuneSec Admin, Defenses have brought down a device on the grounds. There"s no significant damage to Reseune facilities, just a hole in the ground where it hit. Please stay in the tunnels until an all-clear, but it looks as if we"re all right for the moment. Section doors will now open, but they may close again if there should be another alarm, so be alert. Upper doors will remain shut for a while yet, so you can"t get back home yet anyway. Don"t cross a section line once the lights start blinking: observe the drills and remember: everybody stop moving if the lights flash red. We"ll provide further information as we get it. No one is to go outside except authorized agents at the moment. Thank you."
Everybody broke out in conversation at once, voices with an undertone of alarm, frustration, and some relief.
"Let"s get home," Justin said, and they weren"t the only ones. A waft of cooler air came through: that was the opening of the section doors that would let them leave the concourse. There began to be a general drift in the crowd, mostly toward the right hand tunnel.
Their own way lay left, and it was thinner traffic over there, a little faster progress. they lost no time clearing the concourse, and entering the cross-corridor that would take them over to the Wing One tunnels.
Much less traffic once they were going that direction, which was to be expected, so much of Wing One being under construction, but once they got to the Wing One concourse, there were faces Justin didn"t immediately recognize, and that was entirely surreal: people standing around in the generally dim light the tunnels affordedtwo Justin recognized from news reports as guests in the wing, both standing near the stairs, talking with, of all people, his father and Paul.
He could hardly ignore it. "Jordan," Justin said, as they joined the group in pa.s.sing. "Councillors." A nod to Councillor deFranco, Councillor Chavez.
"My son Justin Warrick," Jordan introduced him. "And Grant ALX."
"Sera. Ser." Justin set down the briefcase and offered a hand in courtesy. Grant did the same. "An honor."
"I"d say it"s a pleasure," deFranco said, "except for the circ.u.mstances."
"Khalid, d.a.m.n him." Chavez said. "Taking this little business up a notch. Probably aiming at the airport. maybe at the media people. Or us. This is getting d.a.m.ned serious."
"A crazy universe," Jordan said, and put a hand on Justin"s shoulder, just a little unfriendly pressure of the fingers that said he was, at the moment, as welcome as the plague. "Here we are expecting the rest of the Council, and Vladislaw Khalid casts an early vote. I don"t think it"s going to win him friends."
"I"ve got to get back to Alpha Wing," Justin said.
"You aren"t going anywhere until they open the upstairs doors," Jordan said.
"I"ve got a responsibility next door. And twenty kilos of records to stow. I"ll at least get through to the tunnel."
"My talented son," Jordan said, and let him go.
He went. He picked up his briefcase, gathered up Grant and Mark and Gerry without a word and went on into the nook that separated Alpha Wing. "Try the key," he asked Grant, not even looking back, and to his vast relief it did work, and let them through, out of Jordan"s vicinity.
It let them through at least as far as the guard station and two others of Mark"s and Gerry"s unit.
"Can I possibly get upstairs?" he asked.
"Keycard will actually override, ser," one said, "but it"s advised you stay below. We don"t know that that"s the last that will come in. Best to go into the safety tunnel, ser. Anyone you"re looking for is probably there."
Nothing sensible to do, then, but go aside, down the ramp to the deeper fortification, where, in fact, everyone else had gone. There was a bank of chairs, a galley an auxiliary command post, quite a few of Ari"s staff out and about. Maddy Stra.s.sen, Tommy and Mikathey were there. Wes and Marco were busy at the command post & "We"re all right," Justin said to Mark and Gerry, and walked into the command post alcove to set down the heavy briefcase. "Wes, Marco: these belong to Ari."
"Thank you, ser," Wes said.
"What have we got out there?"
Monitors were active. There was a large one above the console. Wes moved a hand, and that one went live.
It didn"t make sense for a moment & a floodlit area in the dark, beside a white strip that appeared to be part of a road. A lot of twisted metal, lit against the night.
"That"s the airport road," Grant murmured.
Then the scale made sense: the twisted metala small plane, maybe; but large enough to make a h.e.l.l of a hole. It was surreal, the crater and that wreckage beside the main road, right near the streetlight.i.t was tilted; outraged bots were scurrying along the perimeter, never coming closer. A handful of hazard-suited figures were out there, in the shadows.
That it hadn"t hit any building when it had come down had been, Justin thought, their supreme good luck.
That crater wasdammitright near the hospital.
"What is it?" he asked. "What was it?"
"Missile," Wes said, and Marco: "Seems to be out of Svetlansk. There"s a Defense base up there."
"G.o.d," he said. "They"re crazy."
And then he thought that Mark and Gerry might have had training that enabled them to accept explosions as part of the environment, but that Grant certainly hadn"t. Justin took hold of Grant"s arm. "Are you all right with this?" he asked.
"I"m not sure I ever quite expected things falling on the grounds," Grant said in his best attempt at levity. "I think I"m doing all right. It"s like being shot at, isn"t it?"
"I think it"s a little worse than that," he said. It was worse, for everybody. "Come on. Leave the briefcases here. Mark, Gerry, you"re on your own."
He walked with Grant just outside the alcove, and ran into Maddy. "Any news?" Maddy asked.
"Not much, except it may be a missile," he said quietly "Is there coffee?"
"In the galley Staff will get it. Sandwiches if you want them."
"Thanks," he said. His stomach didn"t want food. But a drink of something hot was more attractive. He and Grant walked on toward the galleydidn"t even get close, before one of Ari"s staffDel, it was presented them a choice of juices and sweet rolls.
Juice, he decided. Grant took one, too, and they went and had a seat at the galley tables, which had been let down from the wall. There was a news monitor nearby, people talking into the camera, a low, steady sound.
"I think they wanted to take a tower down," he said, "just like upriver. they wanted to scare us."
"Well, they"ve certainly done that," Grant said over a sip of juice. "What are the chances of another one, I wonder?"
"I don"t know," he said, which was the truth.
"Reseune defenses will get it," a young voice said, and Tommy Carnath arrived with his sister, settling near them, likewise with juice. "If they come near the towers and they"re not aircraft, they"ll knock them down."
Not saying what they"ll fall on, Justin thought unhappily, but, considering Grant, he kept that observation to himself.
"Attention." The vid changed abruptly. Ari was suddenly on camera, not with the news, but somewhere else, somewhere office-like. The vid changed abruptly. Ari was suddenly on camera, not with the news, but somewhere else, somewhere office-like. "We"ve identified the object as an I-82 air to ground missile, serial number 38298, which did detonate conventional explosives. It came from the military base at Svetlansk. It fell in the green s.p.a.ce between the airport and the warehouses, and it"s no longer a threat. We have the following statement: "We"ve identified the object as an I-82 air to ground missile, serial number 38298, which did detonate conventional explosives. It came from the military base at Svetlansk. It fell in the green s.p.a.ce between the airport and the warehouses, and it"s no longer a threat. We have the following statement: "Reseune asks why any Defense installation on Cyteen is in possession of such armament and what enemy they antic.i.p.ate to exist on this planet. Reseune asks who authorized its import and. storage. Reseune asks who targeted it at a sovereign Administrative Territory, where only Union civilians are present.
"Reseune calls on the Council Office of Inquiry to ask these questions where appropriate and to relay their findings to the Council of Nine and the Council of Worlds. The citizens of Reseune call on patriotic members of the Bureau of Defense to consider this event and act immediately to prevent another such attack on the const.i.tution and the rights of the people of Union.
"We will interrupt tonight with bulletins only if necessary. Security doors will open at this point. Please proceed to your destinations and remain alert in the event we are not done with alarms. Thank you."
Justin finished his drink, put a hand on Grant"s shoulder, and said, "Well, what do you want to do? Stay here, or go up?"
"I leave that to the wisdom of born-men," Grant said, and gave him a look that said he really wished he could. "Do you think there"ll be another?"
"No way to know. I think if they know where that came from, they"ll be watching. We"ll get an alert."
"Well, I suppose it"s more comfortable upstairs," Grant said.
So they went. So did the rest, except part of Ari"s staff, who might intend to keep the tunnel facilities activein case.
Ari herself was over in Admin, now, Justin had no personal doubt, probably in ReseuneSec or up in Yanni"s office; and she"d put him in charge of Alpha Wing, a charge he took seriously. A little phone inquiry, once they"d gotten into their own apartment, proved Yvgenia Wojkowski was over in Admin: so was Patrick Emory. Sam Whitely was upriver, in his own hot spot, and Amy Carnath was in Novgorod, which was probably the worst place in the world to be at the moment. He checked on Stasi, Dan, and Will, who all returned com calls after the system had opened up again.
So he knew, at least, where all his Alpha Wing residents were. The Security office downstairs, where Mark and Gerry had gone, reported some members out on the grounds a.s.sessing damage and reporting to Ari, the rest accounted for as well.
So everybody was safe. Everybody he was remotely in charge of was accounted for; and those in charge of him were over in Admin, making contact with somebody, he hoped, who could at least have the decency to claim it was an accidental launch. A lie, at least, would be more welcome than a direct challenge.
Or maybe some fool had vastly exceeded orders.
Vid, coming from the news channels now, showed people, black figures, out by the impact site, under the streetlight. The bots were still scurrying around, probably held from intervening on the site until the investigation was done. A call over to hospital reached Ivanov himself, who said their patient was doing well and Hicks had opted to stay with him.
"A good idea," Grant said. And made an executive decision and turned off the vid, which was only repeating, endlessly, all that it had.
Justin sat there a moment staring at the screen, just shaken. He wanted things to be right, and safe, and in good order. And dammit, the people in charge of the world weren"t acting sane, except Ari, except a handful of Councillors who were a long way from the halls of power down in Novgorodsharing the shelters with Reseune"s citizens, was what, as helpless as the rest of them.
He took out his own com and called Jordan"s apartment, then, reaching a point of resolution to make up at least one point of discord in the world. It rang through, and Grant set a vodka under his hand. He took a sip of it, feeling at least a little calmer, hoping Jordan was. "Dad? Just checking on you. Are you all right over there?"
"Doing fine." Jordan said. "I"m in the process of sending a letter to young sera"s office. I want it in writing. I"m clear. Absolved. I want it for the court. And I want my d.a.m.ned back pay."
He didn"t know what he thought about the last. But he didn"t say so. Leave it to Jordan to think of that & but then & "Well, good you"re all right, Dad. We"re back. We"re fine. "Night."
" "Night," Jordan said flatly, and Justin shut down the connection.
Dammit, he and Grant sat where they sat, knowing that if Defense had its way, Ari would be dead and G.o.d knew how long they"d livebut in Jordan"s way of thinking, Defense was only one among many obstacles to Jordan having his way, just one more annoying ent.i.ty he"d dealt with in his life, one more power that didn"t give a d.a.m.n for the rules.
So what if Defense fired a missile at them? Fine. It missed. Jordan wanted what he was due.
Maybe he was tired. Maybe it was just bone-deep exhaustion hammering the last sense out of him, but after all their work over recent days, there ought to have been some sense of winning the roundgetting Jordan vindicatedsomething.
He wished to h.e.l.l Jordan had some soft, sentimental reaction in his soul, some sort of grat.i.tude for being part of the team effort with Ari. something he could take away with him tonight and feel good about.
But back pay, with a b.l.o.o.d.y great hole in the lawn, and no guarantee there wouldn"t be another hole in a significant building before morning, or the whole d.a.m.ned environmental envelope ruptured, AG in ruins, everything contaminated, as far as Reseune"s land ran?
Jordan was going to ask Ari for his back pay?