"Okay," Maj said. "I"ll tell GearOnline...we"ll see what they make of it."
Her father and Laurent vanished around the door again, down the hall and out the front door into the morning. Maj raised her eyebrows, then said to the computer, "Go ahead again..."
A few moments later she was watching things get strange in Calmani, twenty years or so ago. The "troika" caretaker government look office and functioned well enough for a few months. But then two of them died, also under strange circ.u.mstances...and the country was kept so busy by trying to work out what the third one was going to do that they had little time or, later, opportunity to find out exactly what had happened to the others. They were too busy dealing with their new ruler, Cluj.
Daimon Cluj was an "elder statesman" who was a child in the bad old days when Ceaucescu had begun to lose his grip on a country he had dominated ruthlessly with the connivance of the old Soviet Union. Some never forgave him, or the Soviet Union for that matter, for growing so weak that the "good old days" of absolute order went away, that time when there was no drug problem and little crime in the streets because drug dealers and criminals were tortured to death when they were caught, and when there was no political unrest because anyone who got unrestful was arrested and shot.
Cluj, remembering those good old days, was determined to bring them back. And with the help of some thousands of vicious hired thugs-no one knew for sure where they came from, but there were plenty of such people still wandering covertly around the region, looking for someone to hire them and turn them loose-he brought those old days back, in spades. He established an old-fashioned one-man dictatorship, Marxist-Leninist in spirit, full of talk about solidarity and brotherhood and the people, but in fact all about keeping Cluj himself in power and putting his country "back the way it should have been." His version of "should have been" involved large numbers of secret police, industry being taken over by the government and making what the government thought it should make, people eating what they were told to eat and seeing what entertainment or news they were told to watch, and otherwise keeping quiet and behaving themselves like enlightened citizens of an enlightened socialist state.
This all went well enough for several months, and people saw trains being made to run on time and markets having a lot of food in them-not a whole lot of different kinds of food, but a lot in terms of quant.i.ty-and drug dealers and thieves being put up against walls and shot. There was a lot of good feeling expressed about this. But then the prices of food in the markets began to go up, and the trains, though they ran on time, were not allowed to go any farther than the Oltenian or Transylvanian or Hungarian border; and as for the New Army, the grim-faced men with the submachine guns, it seemed no one had given much thought as to what they would do when they ran out of drug dealers to shoot.
Predictably, they turned their attention elsewhere, closer to home, to the ordinary people they had "liberated." The secret police-no one called them that to their faces; Cluj"s name for the organization was the Interior Security Forces-ran out of organized crime figures to terrorize and started in on those who were neither organized nor criminals-the people of Calmani"s larger towns, Iasi and Galati and Suceava, who were a.s.sumed to be "decadent" because they lived in cities. Those who had no reason to be "living in luxury" were turned out of their homes and driven into the countryside to work on collective farms and be reeducated out of their decadent ways. But not everyone was driven out. Some, the ones that the government-meaning Cluj-wanted something out of, were permitted to stay in the cities...but they had to work for the privilege.
Laurent"s father, Maj now realized, was one of these. A scientist would be useful...a biologist much more so. And so very specialized and talented a biologist would be a big a.s.set. They would never willingly let him go They would never willingly let him go, Maj thought. Especially when things were beginning to heat up a little over there, as they were at the moment. Oltenia and Transylvania were doing well for themselves-despite Cluj denouncing them every other day as malicious or deluded lackeys of the Imperialist West, they were building (or in some cases rebuilding) infrastructures to support a slowly more affluent population. They had access to the Net, and much better access than the poor censored (and bugged) public-service terminals, which were all Cluj would permit for the people other than his military and creative elite.
Oltenia and Transylvania were actually making noises about joining the European Union. And worse, on the northern border of Cluj"s country, the Moldovan Republic had just concluded an arms deal with Ukraine. Cluj had apparently found this particular piece of news unnerving, and Maj thought she knew why. Though his ground forces were vicious and had plenty of small arms, Cluj was short on tanks and had no long-range weaponry worth speaking of. To his mind, a deal between Ukraine and Moldova could only mean one thing-Moldavia was planning to invade him while he was vulnerable. This was obvious to Cluj because it was what he would have done himself.
At a time like this, Maj thought grimly, there"s only one thing Cluj"s mind is going to be on. Weapons. He needs weapons there"s only one thing Cluj"s mind is going to be on. Weapons. He needs weapons.
And Dad said that the government there was beginning to look at Laurent"s dad"s work as something besides medical technology....
Maj shivered. "That"s enough," she said to the computer. "Virtual call. Tag it nonurgent/accept if convenient. Leave as a message if unavailable or no response."
"Whom are you calling, boss?"
"James Winters."
"Working."
There was a pause.
A moment later, "Maj," James Winters said. "Good morning." He was at his desk in his office at Net Force-a plain office, with some steel bookcases and a laminated desk, covered with work as always. The Venetian blinds were pulled up to show the mirror-coated windows looking out onto a sunny day, and, with one exception, showed an inspiring view of the parking lot.
"Mr. Winters," Maj said. "Wow, you get up early."
"Actually I slept in this morning," he said, and grinned very slightly, so that it was hard for Maj to work out whether he was pulling her leg or not. "But congratulations for taking so long to make this call. You"re learning the art of restraint."
Maj blushed. The last time they had worked closely together, Winters had upbraided her for being impatient. Maj didn"t think she was particularly impatient-it wasn"t her fault if she could figure things out faster than some people, and make up her mind much much faster. Unfortunately she suspected James Winters of faster. Unfortunately she suspected James Winters of perceiving perceiving her as impatient...and perception was everything, in the game she was preparing to play in Net Force. a.s.suming they ever hired her...which would almost certainly be a decision that would have to pa.s.s across this man"s desk. her as impatient...and perception was everything, in the game she was preparing to play in Net Force. a.s.suming they ever hired her...which would almost certainly be a decision that would have to pa.s.s across this man"s desk.
"Restraint?" Maj said, playing the innocent for the moment.
"Must be at least a day since you found out what was going on," he said. "I would have thought you would have called to pump me yesterday."
Maj could only smile at that, and at the idea that this man could be pumped without his permission. "No," she said, "that"s not what I"m interested in at the moment."
"Oh? What, then?" He glanced at the one window that didn"t show the parking lot. Maj knew that window was tasked to show the view in Winter"s backyard at home, where a small brown bird was currently pecking enthusiastically on an empty bird feeder.
"I didn"t know you had clout."
Winters raised his eyebrows, looked at her sidewise. "I think I"ll take that as a compliment...for the moment. "Clout" how, specifically?"
"You got a whole s.p.a.ceplane diverted."
"I did?"
"Oh, come on, Mr. Winters!" She gave him a look that she hoped wasn"t too exasperated. "You were on the link to my dad early yesterday morning...and no more than half an hour later that flight came down two airports away from where it was supposed to be."
"Mmm," Winters said, "interesting, isn"t it...."
His attention was on the little brown bird again. "Go away away," he said, "it"s summer, can"t you see that? Come back in October."
Maj held her piece for the moment. After a breath or so, Winters turned back to her and smiled, just slightly. "Well," he said, "just so you know. I I didn"t divert that plane. But there didn"t divert that plane. But there was was an air marshal on it," he said as Maj was opening her mouth. "On the s.p.a.ceplanes, there always are. And I shoot with the air marshals and some of the FBI and Secret Service guys, once a month or so. This fellow knows me...and I was able to convince him to go have a word with the pilot and convince an air marshal on it," he said as Maj was opening her mouth. "On the s.p.a.ceplanes, there always are. And I shoot with the air marshals and some of the FBI and Secret Service guys, once a month or so. This fellow knows me...and I was able to convince him to go have a word with the pilot and convince her her that there was a need to land elsewhere. The airlines do this kind of thing all the time for much less reason. And when it happens, they"re happy enough to send sky-jitneys for the pa.s.sengers so that everyone gets where they need to be on time." that there was a need to land elsewhere. The airlines do this kind of thing all the time for much less reason. And when it happens, they"re happy enough to send sky-jitneys for the pa.s.sengers so that everyone gets where they need to be on time."
Maj nodded. "You were that sure that someone was going to try to intercept Laurent...."
"Not that that sure," Winters said. "Let"s just say that, after talking to your father, I didn"t see any harm in throwing a wrench into the works, one that could possibly be mistaken for an accident. a.s.suming, of course, that there sure," Winters said. "Let"s just say that, after talking to your father, I didn"t see any harm in throwing a wrench into the works, one that could possibly be mistaken for an accident. a.s.suming, of course, that there were were "works." And I think it"s safer to a.s.sume that there might have been. Some of the people we"re dealing with here are...not nice." The grimness of his expression belied the casual phrasing. "works." And I think it"s safer to a.s.sume that there might have been. Some of the people we"re dealing with here are...not nice." The grimness of his expression belied the casual phrasing.
"So Laurent"s father is pretty important," Maj said.
"Not politically. No, I take that back. We"re not sure how important he might be, politically. Scientifically, there"s not much doubt he"s irreplaceable. But either way, your father was very concerned...and let"s just say that there are people who take your father"s opinions seriously. Me, for one."
This was one of those things that Maj was still getting used to, and still occasionally finding hard to understand. She was uncertain exactly what it was her father had to do with Net Force, and he had not been very forthcoming about details.
"Anyway," Winters said, "how"s Laurent doing?"
"He"s okay," Maj said. "He"s out with Dad at the park, running."
Winters raised his eyebrows. "I would have thought he might still be sleeping," he said. "Jet lag, or just general fatigue..."
"Not a chance. He was in here not twenty minutes ago, looking terrific. You"d think he hadn"t just come six thousand miles at all. It"s abnormal abnormal." Maj grimaced-she always suffered terribly from jet lag, especially traveling East to West. "Or just unfair."
Winters made a rueful face. "I know someone like that," he said. "His mother"s a n.o.bel Prize winner in medicine-I think she must have fed him some magic potion when he was a baby...or just pa.s.sed on a hereditary ability to ignore time zones. He flies halfway around the world and it doesn"t even make a dent in him. Makes me sick just to think about it." He laughed a little. "But anyway, I see that you took the opportunity, while he was out of the way, yadayadayada..."
"Uh, yes."
The little brown bird was back at the feeder again-Winters looked at it with a resigned expression. "So, Maj," Winters said. "Is he a problem, this kid?"
"Not at all," she said. "Very nice, in fact. Maybe he acts a little old for his age."
"It wouldn"t be strange," Winters said, rather quietly, as if more to himself than to her. "It"s not exactly a peaceful environment he"s been growing up in, though superficially it may look that way. There"s a lot of stress...a lot of fear. And it"s going to be worse for him, now that some of the pressure"s off."
"He"s pretty worried about his dad," Maj said. "Though he"s trying to cover it up."
"He has reason to be worried," Winters said. "How much has your dad told you?"
"Most of it," Maj said, feeling it smarter not to be too specific.
Winters nodded, and to Maj"s disappointment, refused to be drawn on the subject. "The country from which he"s been taken," Winters said, "is not exactly a friendly one. They"ve been smarting under technology and trade sanctions for a long time, and it"s not a situation that"s likely to change. They will not take this lying down." He paused. "I think your father may have mentioned that some extra security is in the offing...."
"Yeah."
"Good. I"m thinking about what else we can do. Meantime, keep an eye on Laurent. I wouldn"t let him run around town by himself."
"It hadn"t occurred to me. Anyway, he doesn"t seem interested in that...he"s a lot more interested in our Net setup."
Winters grinned a little. "Yes, I would expect he might be...their Net back where he comes from isn"t anywhere near as involved as ours. The government there keeps a pretty tight stranglehold on communications, generally. It wouldn"t do to have the people get any clear idea of how much greener the gra.s.s is on the other side."
Maj made a face. "Well, I"m trying to break him in gently. Not that it"s easy...he wants to dive right in. When we finished a six-hour battle last night, he wanted just to jump right back in again as soon as he"d gone to the bathroom."
"I just bet. Well, again, keep an eye on him-you wouldn"t want him to overdo it."
"That"s what his dad said, supposedly."
"Oh?"
"To my dad, yeah. He wants to spend some time helping Niko find his way through our Net when he gets here, apparently."
"A wise parent," Winters said, and leaned back at the chair, looking at the brown bird, which steadfastly refused to notice that no amount of pecking at the feeder was producing any food.
"You don"t suppose..." Maj blinked, trying to sort out a sudden new thought.
"What?"
"That his dad hid anything important in his son"s Net s.p.a.ce when he had it cloned here...."
Winters paused visibly, then gave Maj an approving look. "That"s the first thing we checked," he said. "No."
Maj"s heart sank a little-she had hoped the idea was original. "But then I guess," she said, "that it would have been the first thing the other side would have thought of, too."
Winters nodded. "We moved his material onto one of our secure servers from the one to which it had originally been ported," he said. "We"ve been through that s.p.a.ce with a fine-tooth comb, Maj, and there"s nothing there but some private writing-not in code-some simple games, and some schoolwork. Though your boy"s quite a linguist."
"Yeah," Maj said. "I think he"s been holding back to make me feel less ignorant."
Winters laughed out loud at that. "Stings, does it? I"m not surprised. I know a couple of people who have the language gift, and it makes me feel like a dolt when I hear them being so fluent. Never mind...I"ll have more time to start studying languages when I retire. And your whole life"s before you...you"ve got plenty of time."
"It won"t be before me if I stay on here much longer," Maj said, for her mother suddenly put her head into the kitchen, from the hall, and Maj could see her through one of the doorways in her work s.p.a.ce, mouthing words which probably translated into something like "Get in the shower now or you"ll be late for school." "Captain Winters, thanks for your time. I just wanted to check with you myself."
"Always pleased to help," he said, and turned his eyes back to the piles of work on his desk. "Give a shout if you need me."
"Right. Off," Maj said, and Winters"s image flicked away to blackness, followed a moment later by her work s.p.a.ce. She was sitting in the kitchen again, looking at her mother.
"The phone company called," she said. "I can"t believe your father told them anyone here would be conscious at this hour."
"He was," Maj said.
"Yes, and look who got to answer the call when it came," said her mother. "Well, they"re sending their people over this morning. I just hope they"ll be gone by the time you get home." She looked annoyed. Maj suspected this was because her mother, not being able to leave well enough alone, would stand over the installers and watch everything they did all day, and then afterward complain that she had lost a day"s work. There were few things better calculated to fray her temper.
Maj got up, stretched, glanced up at the repeater and did the little interior "blink" that shut her implant"s connection to it down. The work s.p.a.ce behind her went away, leaving her in a kitchen rapidly growing brighter with the new day. "Yeah, I hope they"re gone by then, too," she said. "Oh, one thing I have to do before I leave...order some sweats for Niko...."
"I"ll take care of that, honey."
"Have fun. He takes a size thirty-six sneaker."
"Is that a real size?" her mother said suspiciously.
Maj made her way down to the shower, chuckling.
Maj spent all that day thinking more about Laurent than about anything else. Her morning went by in a strangely disoriented way, and she had trouble concentrating on her cla.s.s-work, which was unusual for Maj. She plunged through math and physics with no difficulties, but when she hit history, she found that the Teapot Dome scandal seemed unusually remote. Somehow, the history with which she had been dealing at home, the more recent events of a place thousands of miles away, seemed far more concrete and important. In her house, drinking her tea, was someone who had escaped from that history-a particularly nasty piece of it. And will he ever go back? And will he ever go back? Maj wondered. She couldn"t imagine wanting to go back to the place where he and his father had been forced to live in such fear. But at the same time, home was home. Maj wondered. She couldn"t imagine wanting to go back to the place where he and his father had been forced to live in such fear. But at the same time, home was home. He may even love the place He may even love the place, Maj thought.
If that was the case, she wondered how he managed it. Maj tended to be very sensitive to the emotional atmosphere around her; a fight or a disagreement in the Green household would make the hair stand up all over her until it was resolved, and even then she would be twitchy about everything everyone said for a day or so afterward. He must have known He must have known, she thought, that they were watching him and his father all the time. I could never stand something like that that they were watching him and his father all the time. I could never stand something like that. Yet at the same time, possibly it was something you could get used to, like air pollution.
Laurent certainly didn"t seem particularly damaged; though maybe this was simply because he was smart. Intelligence, applied to your daily circ.u.mstances, was probably a big help. And it was also possible that Laurent was simply a lot tougher than he looked. His slightly delicate appearance could very well be hiding a much more robust personality than you might expect at first glance.
Nonetheless, Maj fretted about him on and off all day, as if her mother wasn"t perfectly capable of taking care of Laurent while Maj was going about her own business. He"s only thirteen He"s only thirteen, she kept thinking; and yeah yeah, said the back of her mind, a thirteen-year-old who is perfectly capable of being shipped thousands of miles away from his normal life at the drop of a hat, and hardly turning a hair. Maybe you should get used to the idea that there are other people at least as competent as you are, even if they are three or four years younger.... a thirteen-year-old who is perfectly capable of being shipped thousands of miles away from his normal life at the drop of a hat, and hardly turning a hair. Maybe you should get used to the idea that there are other people at least as competent as you are, even if they are three or four years younger....
But the end of the school day still couldn"t come soon enough for Maj. She felt antsy enough to take the local bus home from her high school and walk the two blocks to the house, rather than walking the whole two miles as she preferred to. The last few steps, the last half block or so, she found herself hurrying, and she took the steps up to the front door nearly at a run.
But when she bounced in the door and looked around, everything was quiet. She wandered down the hall and saw that her mother"s office door was slightly open. Her mother was sitting quietly with her hands folded in her lap. "Mom?" Maj said softly.
Her mother looked over her shoulder, stretched, and yawned. "Oh," she said, "you"re back. I wasn"t expecting you for another hour yet."
"This late in the year," Maj said, "there"s not as much to do as usual...."
Her mother looked at her with barely concealed amus.e.m.e.nt. "I would have thought," she said, "it might have more to do with our guest."
Maj gave her mother her own version of what her mother described as "an old-fashioned look."
"Oh," Maj said, "I don"t know." But she wandered farther down the hall before her mother could get any more of her guesses right.
"Nice try, honey. He"s online," her mother called after her. "In the den."
"Why does this not surprise me?" Maj said softly as she turned back to her mother"s office and leaned against the door. "Are the phone people done?"
"With the concrete part of the installation, yes," her mom said. "They said we might lose service once or twice this afternoon before business hours are over-it seems they have to do some tweaking at the exchange. It shouldn"t affect us too much, though. I wouldn"t start anything vital right now, that"s all."
"Wasn"t planning to."
Maj wandered down the hall again and looked in the den door, saw Laurent sitting there quietly in the implant chair. The m.u.f.fin was sitting in his lap.
Maj smiled a little and went into the kitchen. She dumped her book bags and the light jacket she had brought home from school with her, rooted around in the fridge briefly for some milk and a peach, and sat down at the table to line her own implant up with the doubler over the sink.
From her own work s.p.a.ce she opened the transit door and looked through into the m.u.f.fin"s. Sure enough, in the midst of the ancient Cambrian rain forest, all waving with giant horsetail ferns and club mosses, there was Laurent, with a crowd of dinosaurs sitting or standing around him, while the m.u.f.fin sat a little elevated on a nearby rock and read to them all.
""Ay," Puck said. "I"m sorry we lost him out of Old England-""