Graff groaned. "Please. Don"t remind me. What a deeply stupid idea that was."
"But you saw that at once and let us mercifully drop the whole thing."
"Esprit de corps my a.s.s," said Graff.
Uphanad hit a group of keys on the console keyboard and the screen showed that he had just logged off. "All done here. I"m glad you found out about the informer here in MinCol. Having the Wiggins leave was the only safe option."
"Do you remember," said Graff, "the time I accused you of letting Bean see your log-on?"
"Like yesterday," said Uphanad. "I don"t think you were going to believe me until Dimak vouched for me and suggested Bean was crawling around the duct system and peeking through vents."
"Yes. Dimak was sure that you were so methodical you could not possibly have broken your habits in a moment of carelessness. He was right, wasn"t he?"
"Yes," said Uphanad.
"I learned my lesson," said Graff. "I trusted you ever since."
"I hope I have earned that trust."
"Many times over. I didn"t keep all the faculty from Battle School. Of course, there were some who thought the Ministry of Colonization too tame for their talents. But it isn"t really a matter of personal loyalty, is it?"
"What isn"t, sir?"
"Our loyalty should be to something larger than a particular person, don"t you think? To a cause, perhaps. I"m loyal to the human race-that"s a pretentious one, don"t you think?-but to a particular project, spreading the human genome throughout as many star systems as possible. So our very existence can never be threatened again. And for that, I"d sacrifice many personal loyalties. It makes me completely predictable, but also someone unreliable, if you get what I mean."
"I think I do, sir.
"So my question, my good friend, is this: What are you loyal to?"
"To this cause, sir. And to you."
"This informant who used your log-on. Did he peer at you through the vents again, do you think?"
"Very unlikely, sir I think it much more probable that he penetrated the system and chose me at random, sir."
"Yes, of course. But you must understand that because your name was on that email, we had to eliminate you as a possibility first."
"That is only logical, sir."
"So as we sent the Wiggins home on the shuttle, we made sure that every member of the permanent staff found out that they were leaving and had every opportunity to send a message. Except you.
"Except me, sir?"
"I have been with you continuously since they decided to go. That way, if a message was sent, even if it used your log-on, we would know it wasn"t you who sent it. But if a message wasn"t sent, well... it was you who didn"t send it."
"This is not likely to be foolproof, sir," said Uphanad. "Someone else might have not sent the message for reasons of his or her own, sir. It might be that their departure was not something for which a message was necessary."
"True," said Graff. "But we would not convict you of a crime on the basis of a message not sent. Merely a.s.sign you to a less critical responsibility. Or give you the opportunity to resign with pension."
"That is very kind of you, sir"
"Please don"t think of me as kind, I-"
The door opened. Uphanad turned, obviously surprised. "You can"t come in here," he said to the Vietnamese woman who stood in the doorway.
"Oh, I invited her," said Graff. "I don"t think you know Colonel Nguyen of the IF Digital Security Force."
"No," said Uphanad, rising to offer his hand. "I didn"t even know your office existed. Per se.
She ignored his hand and gave a paper to Graff.
"Oh," he said, not reading it yet. "So we"re in the clear in this room."
"The message did not use his log-on," she said.
Graff read the message. It consisted of a single word: "Off." The log-on was that of one of the orderlies from the docks.
The time in the message header showed it had been sent only a couple of minutes before. "So my friend is in the clear," said Graff.
"No sir," said Nguyen.
Uphanad, who had been looking relieved, now seemed baffled. "But I did not send it. How could I?"
Nguyen did not answer him, but spoke only to Graff. "It was sent from this console."
She walked over to the console and started to log back on.
"Let me do that," said Uphanad.
She turned around and there was a stun gun in her hand. "Stand against the wall," she said. "Hands in plain view.
Graff got up and opened the door "Come on in," he said. Two more IF soldiers entered. "Please inspect Mr Uphanad for weapons or other lethal items. And under no circ.u.mstances is he to be allowed to touch a computer. We wouldn"t want him to activate a program wiping out critical materials."
"I don"t know how this thing was done," said Uphanad. "but you"re wrong about me."
Graff pointed to the console. "Nguyen is never wrong," he said. "She"s even more methodical than you."
Uphanad watched. "She"s signing on as me." And then, "She used my pa.s.sword. That"s illegal!"
Nguyen called Graff over to look at the screen. "Normally, to log off, you press these two keys, you see? But he also pressed this one. With his little finger, so you wouldn"t actually notice it had been pressed. That key sequence activated a resident program that sent the email, using a random selection from among the staff ident.i.ties. It also launched the ordinary log-off sequence, so to you, it looked like you had just watched somebody log off in a perfectly normal way."
"So he had this ready to send at any time," said Graff.
"But when he did send it, it was within five minutes of the actual launch."
Graff and Nguyen turned around to look at Uphanad. Graff could see in his eyes that he saw he had been caught.
"So," said Graff, "how did Achilles get to you? You"ve never met him, I don"t think. Surely he didn"t form some attachment with you when he was here for a few days as a student."
"He has my family," said Uphanad, and he burst into tears.
"No no," said Graff. "Control yourself act like a soldier, we have very little time here in which to correct your failure of judgment. Next time you"ll know, if someone comes to you with a threat like this, you come to me.
"They said they"d know if I told you."
"Then you would tell me that, too," said Graff, "But, now you have told me. So let"s make this thing work to our advantage. What happens when you send this second message"?"
"I don"t know," said Uphanad. "It doesn"t matter anyway. She just sent it again. When they get the same message twice, they"ll know something is wrong."
"Oh, they didn"t get the message either time," said Graff. "We cut this console off. We cut off the whole station from earthside contact. Just as the shuttle never actually left."
The door opened yet again, and in came Peter, John Paul, and Theresa.
Uphanad turned his face to the wall. The soldiers would have turned him back around, but Graff gave them a gesture: Let be. He knew how proud Uphanad was. This shame in front of the people he had tried to betray was unbearable. Give him time to compose himself.
Only when the Wiggins were sitting did Graff invite Uphanad also to take a seat. He obeyed, hanging his head like a caricature of a whipped dog.
"Sit up. Uphanad, and face this like a man. These are good people, they understand that you did what you thought you must for your family. You were unwise not to trust me more, but even that is understandable."
From Theresa"s face, Graff could see that she, at least, was not half so understanding as he seemed to a.s.sume. But he won her silence with a gesture.
"I"ll tell you what," said Graff. "Let"s make this work to our advantage. I actually have a couple of shuttles at my disposal for this operation-compliments of Admiral Chamrajnagar. by the way-so the real quandary is deciding which of them to send when we actually allow your email to go out."
"Two shuttles?" asked Peter.
"We have to make a guess about what Achilles planned to do with this information. If he means to attack you upon landing, well, we have a very heavily armed shuttle that should be able to deal with anything he can throw against it from the ground or the air I think what he"s planning is probably a missile as you"re overflying some region where he can get a portable launch platform."
"And your heavily armed shuttle can deal with that?" asked Peter "Easily. The trouble is, this shuttle is not supposed to exist. The IF charter specifically forbids any weaponization of atmospheric craft. It"s designed to go along with colony ships, in case the extermination of the Formics was not complete and we run into resistance. But if such a shuttle enters Earth"s atmosphere and proves its capabilities by shooting down a missile, we could never tell anyone about it without compromising the IF. So we could use this shuttle to get you safely to Earth, but could never tell anyone about the attempt on your life."
"I could live with that," said Peter "Except that you don"t actually have to get to Earth at this time."
"No, I don"t."
"So we can send a different shuttle. Again, one whose existence is not known, but this time it is not illegal. Because it hasn"t been weaponized at all. In fact, while it"s quite expensive compared to, say, a bazooka, it"s very, very cheap compared with a real shuttle. This one"s a dummy. It is carefully designed to match the velocity and radar signature of a real shuttle, but it lacks a few things-like any place to put a human being, or any capability of a soft landing."
"So you send this one down," said John Paul, "draw their fire, and then have a propaganda field day."
"We"ll have IF observers watching for the boost and we"ll be on that launch platform before it can be dismantled, or at least before the perpetrators can get away. Whether it ends up pointing to Achilles or China, either way we can demonstrate that someone on Earth fired at an IF shuttle."
"Puts them in a very bad position," said Peter. "Do we announce that I was the target?"
"We can decide that based on their response, and on who is getting the blame. If it"s China, I think we gain more by making it an attack on the International Fleet. If it"s Achilles, we gain more by making him out to be an a.s.sa.s.sin."
"You seem to have been quite free about discussing these things in front of us," said Theresa. "I suppose now you have to kill us."
"just me," whispered Uphanad.
"Well, I do have to fire you," said Graff. "And I do have to send you back to Earth, because it just wouldn"t do to have you stay on here. You"d just depress everyone else, slinking around looking guilty and unworthy."
Graff"s tone was light enough to help keep Uphanad from bursting into tears again.
"I"ve heard," Graff went on, "that the Indian people need to have loyal men who"ll fight for their freedom. That"s the loyalty that transcends your loyalty to the Ministry of Colonization, and I understand it. So you must go where your loyalty leads you.
"This is unbelievable mercy, sir," said Uphanad.
"It wasn"t my idea," said Graff. "My plan was to have you tried in secret by the IF and executed. But Peter told me that, if you were guilty and it turned out you were protecting family members in Chinese custody, it would be wrong to punish you for the crime of imperfect loyalty."
Uphanad turned to look at Peter "My betrayal might have killed you and your family."
"But it didn"t," said Peter.
"I like to think," said Graff, "that G.o.d sometimes shows mercy to us by letting some accident prevent us from actually carrying out our worst plans."
"I don"t believe that," said Theresa coldly. "I believe if you point a gun at a man"s head and the bullet was a dud, you"re still a murderer in the eyes of G.o.d."
"Well then," said Graff, "when we"re all dead, if we find that we still exist in some form or other, we"ll just have to ask G.o.d to tell us which of us is right."
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
PROPHETS
SecureSite.net From: [email protected] Pa.s.sWORD: Suriyowong Re: girl on bridge Reliable source begs: Do not interfere with Chinese egress from India. But when they need to return or supply, Block all possible routes.The Chinese thought at first that the incidents in Xinjiang province were the work of the insurgents who had been forming and reforming guerrilla groups for centuries. In the protocol-burdened Chinese army, it was not until late afternoon in Beijing that Han Tzu was finally able to get enough information together to prove this was a major offensive originating outside China.
For the fiftieth time since taking a place in the high command in Beijing, Han Tzu despaired of getting anything done. It was always more important to show respect for one"s superiors" high status than to tell them the truth and make things happen. Even now, holding in his hands evidence of a level of training, discipline, coordination, and supply that made it impossible for these incidents in Xinjiang to be the work of local rebels, Han Tzu had to wait hours for his request for a meeting to be processed through all the oh-so-important aides, flunkies, functionaries, and poobahs whose sole duty was to look as important and busy as possible while making sure that as little as possible actually got done.
It was fully dark in Beijing when Han Tzu crossed the square separating the Strategy and Planning section from the Administrative section-another bit of mindlessly bad structure, to separate these two sections by a long walk in the open air. They should have been across a low divider from each other, constantly shouting back and forth. Instead, Strategy and Planning were constantly making plans that Administrative couldn"t carry out, and Administrative was constantly misunderstanding the purpose of plans and fighting against the very ideas that would make them effective.
How did we ever conquer India? thought Han Tzu.
He kicked at the pigeons scurrying around his feet. They fluttered a few meters away, then came back for more, as if they thought his feet might have shed something edible with each step.
The only reason this government stays in power is that the people of China are pigeons. You can kick them and kick them, and they come back for more. And the worst of them are the bureaucrats. China invented bureaucracy, and with a thousand-year head start on the rest of the world, they"d kept advancing the arts of obfuscation, kingdombuilding, and tempests-in-teapots to a level unknown anywhere else. Byzantine bureaucracy was, by comparison, a forthright system.
How did Achilles do it? An outsider, a criminal, a madman-and all of this was well known to the Chinese government yet he was able to cut through the layers of fawning backstabbers and get straight to the decision-making level. Most people didn"t even know where the decision-making level was, since it was certainly not the famous leaders at the top, who were too old to think of anything new and too frightened of losing their perks or getting caught out in their decades of criminal acts ever to do anything but say, "Do as you think wise," to their underlings.
It was two levels down that decisions were made, by aides to the top generals. It had taken Han Tzu six months to realize that a meeting with the top man was useless, because he would confer with his aides and follow their recommendations every time. Now he never bothered to meet with anyone else. But to set up such a meeting, of course, required that an elaborate request be made to each general, acknowledging that while the subject of the meeting was so vital it must be held immediately, it was so trivial that each general only needed to send his aide to the meeting in his place.
Han Tzu was never sure whether all this elaborate charade was merely to show proper respect for tradition and form, or whether the generals actually were fooled by all this and made the decision, each time, whether to attend in person or send their aide.