The hologram changed. Another pillar of dust appeared, viewed from a slightly sunward angle, making a portion look like a tower of fiery motes. "A charter running fourteen hours north of the Shadowline caught this two years ago. We couldn"t make anything of it then. Too far to investigate, and in Twilight territory. Somebody thought it might be dust blowing out of a volcano."
The third clip was a still of crawler tracks under artificial lighting. "This one"s only about a month old. It was taken a little over two thousand kilometers out the Shadowline by another charter. He thought he"d stumbled across some side trip of Frog"s. They didn"t look right. Too wide. We checked against Frog"s log. He didn"t make them.
"Something was wrong. Obviously. It bothered me. Curiosities always do. I had Albin check the records. I had him talk to drivers. And he found out what I thought he"d find out. The only Edgeward man who ever went that far was Frog. So I had Albin make the rounds again. He found several charters who had gotten readings on, or sightings of, dust pillars in the north, especially way out west, where they could be seen from the Shadowline itself. Albin."
The holo changed to a small-scale chart of the northern hemisphere west of the Edge of the World. "n.o.body thought they were worth reporting. Just another Brightside curiosity. Once we got interested, we plotted them. They all seem to have appeared along the black line there."
Moira understood. "A shade route to the Shadowline from Twilight territory. That would be expensive."
"She"s quick, Albin. And the crawler track confirms it. It was made by a Meacham long-range charter. Twilight is in the Shadowline, at considerable expense in money and man-hours. More than they"d have available for a speculative venture. Putting a line of shadow generators across two thousand kilometers of Brightside is an awesome feat. The cost in equipment and lives must have been phenomenal. I checked with the engineers. They said it could be done, but somebody would have to be crazy to try it. So why did somebody?"
Korando changed clips twice while Blake was talking. The first showed an artist"s concept of a peculiar tractor, the second an action sequence of the real thing, slightly different in its lines. The camera angle left no doubt that it had been shot in the Shadowline. Fine lines of intense light ran along the lip of towering cliffs in the background. "This was shot earlier in the week, not far from where we found the mysterious crawler track," Blake explained.
"This doesn"t make sense," Moira told him. "There"s no profit in it."
"Are you sure? There"s got to be. Huge profits. Those Meachams are worse pirates than old Obadiah ever was. I was hoping you could shed some light."
"Me? All I know about the Shadowline is what Frog told me."
"Exactly. The only man who ever went all the way to the end."
"You mean he found something?"
"That"s what I want to know. Did he?"
"He never said anything. But I only got to see him for a minute before he shooed me out. And then...Then..."
"Yes." Blake swept a hand around to include most of the room. "I"ve gone over every record we"ve got, trying to find something. Even those dreadful hours of broadcasts that went out before he made it back. I haven"t found a thing. In fact, I"ve found too much nothing. It"s like making a fly-by of a black hole. You know there"s something there, but all you can tell is that it isn"t. If you see what I mean. A lot of records were tampered with. You can"t tell what Plainfield wanted to cover up. And more records seem to have been "rectified" since. Like that black hole, there"s so much nothing that you can tell it"s something big and dangerous. And my only recourse is to some very fallible human memories of something that happened a long time ago."
"What about your spy?"
"I"d have to bring him home to question him properly. I"m trying, but I don"t think I"ll make it. The past few years the Meachams have gotten more paranoid than usual. Like maybe they"ve got something to hide. Getting the solidos of Dee was d.a.m.ned near impossible."
"You could put someone in, sir," Korando suggested. "Someone with a legitimate reason to come and go. Do the interview there."
"Easier than bringing someone out, I agree. But I"m afraid of how much trouble I might have getting my someone back out, legitimate business or not. My man there gives the impression that outsiders are watched pretty d.a.m.ned close."
"Then stage an ambush in the Shadowline," Moira said. "Use guns instead of cameras. Grab some of their people."
"I don"t want them to know we know. That would bring on the war before we"re ready."
"War?" Moira and Korando asked. The girl"s voice squeaked.
"Of course. If there"s something out there worth the trouble they"ve invested in stealing it, then it"s worth our fighting for it to get it back."
Korando said, "Boss, you"ve got one h.e.l.l of a subjective way of looking at things. On the map..."
"The Shadowline starts in Edgeward territory. As far as I"m concerned, the whole d.a.m.ned thing is ours. Doesn"t matter that it wanders up above Twilight"s south parallel."
So there"s a little pirate in this Blake, too, Moira thought. She smiled. It took claim-jumper types to make money on Blackworld. "What"s my part in this?" she asked. "You knew I couldn"t help with what Frog found. So why drag me in?"
"You"re right. You"re right. Smart girl. I"ve got something in mind, something complicated. Do you think you could kill Dee?"
"Plainfield? Yes. I"ve thought about it. I could. I don"t know how reliable I"d be afterward."
"Could you not kill him?"
"I don"t understand."
"Could you be around him, exposed to him, and not do something to get even?"
"I don"t know. Maybe. If there was a good reason. What are you driving at?"
"You think you could be friendly? Or more?"
Her breakfast slammed against her esophagus. She took a moment to force it down. Then it struck her that she could exact a much more satisfying revenge if she could get the man to love her before she killed him. The sheer cruelty of it felt good.
That was when she first realized how truly deep her hatred for Plainfield ran. It was an obsession. She would do anything.
She frightened herself. And did not like Moira very much. That was not the sort of person she wanted to be.
"What do you want me to do? I"ll do it."
"Eh?"
"I"ll do whatever you want me to do, as long as getting Plainfield is part of the deal."
Blake peered at her. "Don"t let them turn you over to their women," he muttered. He seemed disappointed. "All right. Here"s my thinking. It"s still rough. We"ll smooth it out as we go. First, we send you to Twilight Town. We"re going to ticket you through to Old Earth. You can"t get a through ship from any other port. We"ll arrange a meet with our man there if we can. Then you"ll take the first Earthbound ship out. You"ll leave it at Weiderander"s Station, cash in the rest of your ticket, and buy another for The Big Rock Candy Mountain under a different name. We"re going to enroll you in the Modelmog. They"ve started taking rich kids in order to balance their books."
The Modelmog was the century"s foremost study center for young artists, actors, and writers. As Blake suggested, the school had fallen on hard times. Rich no-talents were being admitted to carry the costs of subsidizing the talented but poor who made up the bulk of the student body. Substantial endowments were the price of the university"s highly respected diplomas.
"What"s this got to do with Plainfield?" Moira demanded. Her voice was plaintive. "It"s awful complicated."
"Patience, child. Patience. I"m getting to it. At the Modelmog we want you to vamp a poet named Lucifer Storm. He"s a talented young man, they say, and quite handsome. You shouldn"t find him repulsive. Attach yourself. He"ll be your pa.s.sport into the Fortress of Iron. That"s the headquarters of the mercenary Gneaus Storm. Dee is in and out of there all the time. You should have no trouble making contact. Become his consort."
"I see. Live with him and spy on him."
"Exactly."
"For how long?"
"There"s more than Frog"s paybacks to worry about, girl. There"s Edgeward. I"m a big fish around here, but out there I"m just a minnow. I can"t make enemies out of sharks."
Moira was intelligent. She recognized his problem, thought she found it emotionally unpalatable. "All right. Butyou"re making it too complicated. I"ll mess it up for sure."
Blake chuckled. "I"ve been studying Moira Eight, too, dear. She"s no dummy. Her acquaintances say she"s a very good actress, both on stage and in her personal life. Dramatist White thinks he"s made a real find."
Moira shrugged. Secretly, she was pleased. Mr. White never said anything of the sort to her.
"My Dad, and my grandfather, they treated old Frog pretty bad. If I"d been in charge, I"d have done it different. Frog was important. He reminded us that we aren"t G.o.ds. He reminded us that what was good for the Corporation wasn"t always good for Edgeward"s people. He didn"t realize it, and my Dad only saw the edges of it, but your old man kept Edgeward from turning into something like Twilight. You"ll see what I mean if we send you. Blake and Edgeward still have a human side-despite my Board of Directors. I digress. I"m sorry. It"s my hobbyhorse."
"May you never dismount, sir," Korando said.
"Albin is my conscience. He came from Twilight."
"I know. He was an exile. Frog brought him in. He"s sort of my brother. That was a long time ago."
"A long time ago," Korando agreed. "Had a habit of collecting strays, didn"t he?"
Grimly, Blake said, "I wish he were here today. I"ve got to present this to the Board pretty soon. He"s the kind who could have bullied them into line. They were afraid of him. Still are, in a way. As if he might come back to haunt them."
"He has, hasn"t he?" Moira asked. "When do we start? What do we have to do?"
Thirty-Eight: 3031 AD
Going home did nothing to brighten anything. The Fortress of Iron was gravid with bad news.
Wulf and Helmut had put a prize crewman aboard the singleship Dee had stolen. She and her escort had been attacked while returning home. The guilty warships had been of Sangaree configuration. Only one of them had survived. Wulf and Helmut had been forced to let it escape. Its crew had managed to recapture the medicare cradles containing Benjamin and Homer. The High Seiners had tracked the fleeing ship. They said it had made planetfall on Helga"s World.
"We"re right back where we started," Storm groaned from his own cradle.
"Oh, no," Helmut told him. He wore a sickly grin. "We"re way worse off. The Fishers say Michael and Fearchild Dee arrived on Blackworld this morning."
"That"s impossible." Storm"s heart hammered so hard his cradle fed him a mild sedative.
"Not quite," Wulf said. "His wife got him out. She was on Helga"s World. He instelled her during the chase. She s.p.a.ced and followed you to the prison. That"s the story they"re telling on Blackworld."
"He"s got a new wife?"
"All we know is what we get in the reports," Helmut growled. "It"s the old wife. I thought she was dead, too. But our man got into their pockets while they were explaining to Seth-Infinite. He even found out how she followed Dee."
"How?"
"Limited range, general broadcast instel. A little node of a thing he swallowed before he was captured. It didn"t last long, but it got her into the area of the asteroid."
"We get an ultimatum?"
"The minute that raidship grounded," Wulf replied. "No signature, of course. We take the Blackworld contract or we never see Benjamin or Homer again. I guess they"ll try to frame Blake Mining with the s.n.a.t.c.h."
Storm lay back, stared at a pale ceiling. He needed no signature to know who had sent that message. Helga Dee. And she would not bother trying to cover her tracks. He was tempted to ignore it. Benjamin and Homer were his flesh, but he could balance their lives against those of all the Legionnaires who would die in combat. "What"s our movement status?"
"Go. We can start any time."
"Activate Trojan Hea.r.s.e," Storm ordered.
n.o.body protested. n.o.body acted surprised. He was amazed. That had done everything but laugh when, years ago, he had presented the contingency plan. They had seen no need to be ready to break into Festung Todesangst.
"The operation went active the day Michael left," Wulf said. "We"ve already located one of Helga"s ravens. Ceislak took the ship yesterday. He"s on his way to Helga"s World now."
Storm smiled his first smile in a long time. Hakes Ceislak was a fine, bloodthirsty youngster with a flair for commando operations. If anybody could slip a shipload of Legionnaires into Festung Todesangst as pretended corpses, he could.
"How many? All volunteers, weren"t they? I don"t think she"d blow the scuttle bombs unless she thought she was dead anyway, but I don"t like anybody taking risks if they don"t want to."
"A full battalion. All volunteers. We turned another thousand away. They thought they might have to dig you out too. Ceislak picked the men he wanted."
"All right. We go to Blackworld. We stir it up there, and get their attention till Ceislak can do his job. He"s going to need a lot of stall time. If he takes the raven in off schedule she"ll smell us out."
"He needs almost five months." Helmut shrugged apologetically. "It was the only raven we could find."
"We"ll miss Ceislak on Blackworld," Wulf said. "I"ve been studying the layout. Blake"s position is so much better than what Richard has to work from that he"s got to have a whole bag of tricks up his sleeve."
"Of course he does," Storm said. "He"s Richard Hawksblood. He wouldn"t have taken the commission if he didn"t think he could win. If it gets hairy, we"ll miss Ceislak bad."
Ca.s.sius said, "My friend Beckhart might be persuaded to take that job off our hands. If we can deliver proof of a link between Helga and the Sangaree."
Mouse had begun to feel lost. He asked, "Why would that matter?"
"He"d have to have an excuse to nose around in a private war," his father told him. "Then he"d jump on it so he can grab Helga"s World for Luna Command. Sangaree would make him a great causus belli."
"I know they"ve done studies on the cost of taking her out," Ca.s.sius said. "Us, too, for that matter. The base plan was to saturate her defenses with missile fire. Go for overload and totalkill. They"d love to have us open the door and let them get their hands on all that sweet information."
"Arrange it," Storm ordered.
"You sure? He takes the place and the government gets a hammerlock on every corporation in this end of Confederation."
"I know," Storm said. "I know. No matter what way you go, it"s no-win."
"What about Blake Mining?" Helmut asked. "They"ve been crying like babies for two weeks. I got a full-time guy in Communications giving them the stall."
"Keep him on the job. Meantime, start your preliminary movement. Surprise them. I"ll be along as soon as Medical turns me loose."
"One more thing," Wulf said, as Mouse started to roll his father away.
"What?" Storm snapped. "What the h.e.l.l other bad news can you hit me with?"
"Good, bad, who knows?" Wulf asked. "A message from Lucifer. He"s a little embarra.s.sed. Turns out his wife is an agent. For Blake, of all outfits."
"So? Does it matter anymore?"
"Maybe not. But answer me this, Colonel. Why was she planted on us? She hooked up with Lucifer before any of this broke. Which to me means she can"t have anything to do with the Shadowline."
"Wheels within wheels," Ca.s.sius observed. He laid a gentle hand on Mouse"s shoulder. "Some of us get born into the game. The wheels turn each other. Sometimes they never find out why."