Peter Hamilton - Judas Unchained

“I can’t find a damn thing on the Baron observation,” John King complained. “He must have wiped them.”

Alic glanced over at the big wall-mounted portal that was playing the Michelangelo show. Senator Goldreich was the guest, explaining how the fresh worlds would be prepared for the refugees. His e-butler changed the access to Alessandra Baron. Her guest was a pale man called Dimitri Leopoldovich, who was discussing what tactics the navy should use to engage the thousands of Prime warships remaining in the Commonwealth.

“Call the observation team direct,” Alic told John. “Get them to send copies of their reports.”

He gave the portal an evil look. God alone knew what harm Baron was causing in the long run. Now that he listened to her, really listened, he was sure he could hear nothing but contempt and mockery for everything the navy had done. She was hacking away at people’s confidence, undermining authority. All under the disguise of tough interviewing.

His e-butler told him a secure call was coming into the office for Renne. A file ran down his virtual vision, giving him Edmund Li’s record. The fact that he was from Boongate was enough to interest Alic. “Give it to me,” he told his e-butler.

“I was trying to reach Renne,” Edmund Li said.

“She’s not available,” Alic told him. Morale in the office hadn’t been helped when they all found out that there wasn’t a clinic place anywhere in the Commonwealth to re-life her; the most optimistic estimate was seven years before a slot became open. Everyone was backlogged with bodyloss victims from the Lost23; and that was before the new invasion. “I’m her commanding officer. What’s the problem?”

“Tarlo’s here.”

Alic snapped his fingers for everyone’s attention as he opened the call to a general link around his team. “How do you know?”

“Because he’s up in my office right now.”

“Where are you? What’s your office?”

“I’m at the Boongate planetary station, in the Far Away section. Right now I’m holed up in the Carbon Goose flight office in the administration block, ground floor. Tarlo is in the security office on the third floor. I managed to get a shadow scrutineer program loaded so I can follow what he’s doing.”

“How many people have you got with you?” Alic asked.

“None.”

“What?”

“There’s nobody else here. Just me and him. As far as I know, we’re the only people in the whole Far Away section.”

“Christ!” Alic could see his own dismay mirrored in the faces of the team around him. “What’s he doing?”

“Taking over the security systems which guard the perimeter. There are a lot of weapons here; they were installed in case anything hostile ever got through from Far Away. Old-fashioned stuff, but it still packs a punch. And he’s established complete control over the force field; there’s no way in and no way out. I’ve disabled a couple of the sensors in the room I’m using so he can’t see me; but if I move from here the building’s internal sensors will pinpoint me instantly.”

“I thought you said you’d got a shadow program loaded in the security arrays?”

“I have.”

“Then you must have copies of his codes. You can take command of the section’s network, shut it all down.”

“Not a chance. Now he’s in the network, he’s installing his own management routines. The shadow program is gradually being locked out.”

“Shit!” Alic thumped his fist down on the desk, wincing at the burst of pain from his burns. “All right, Edmund, are you armed?”

“Yeah, an ion pistol, Colt8000, eighty percent charge. I don’t think it’ll be much use against him. I accessed the warrant you issued. That wetwiring he’s got is heavy duty.”

“Listen, we’re coming to get you.”

“Ha! The wormhole to Boongate is closed. CST isn’t going to open it now; people would get back into the Commonwealth, Sheldon and Doi want to force everyone into the future. The only way you’re going to get to me is in twenty years’ time.”

“Unacceptable,” Vic said. The finality in the big man’s voice was intimidating.

“We’ll get you out of there, I promise,” Alic told Edmund, “even if we have to take a starship to Boongate. Now listen, I want you to keep this link open permanently. Transfer through all the data your shadow program has captured. Then I’m going to connect you up with someone in our technical department; they’ll see if there’s any way you can use your ion pistol to physically disable the force field generator.”

“You’re kidding. It’s in a building about three hundred meters from this one.”

“Okay, what about armor and force field suits? The security department must have some?”

“Sure. Up there where he is.”

“Then we’ll bring in a tactical expert to analyze your situation. Stay calm, we will get you through this.”

“If you say so. But I’d like to download my memories into a secure store if you don’t mind.”

“Of course, we’ll set one up right now.” He clicked his fingers at Matthew Oldfield, who gave a hurried nod.

“Do you know why Tarlo’s here?” Edmund asked.

“No, we don’t.”

“You can tell me, you know. It’s not like I’m going to be leaking classified information to anyone right now.”

“We genuinely don’t know, but it must be connected to Far Away somehow.”

“Yeah. I figured he’s here to help the Starflyer get home.”

“What do you know about the Starflyer?” Alic asked in surprise. Am I the only one who didn’t know it was real?

“Nothing much, really. There’s been some weird things happening on Far Away lately. It would make sense, that’s all.”

“You’re probably right. Listen, I’m going to leave you with my team now, okay? I’ll start working on a way to get to Boongate.”

“How?” Vic asked.

Alic stood up. “The Admiral. He’s got the clout to get us through.”

“Ha! He’s not going to accept this.”

“If he doesn’t accept this, then I quit.” He looked around at their startled faces, the faint smiles of approval. “It’s not much of a threat, I know. But it’s the only one I’ve got.”

“Then you tell him we quit with you,” John King said. The rest of them said, “Hell yes” and “Me, too.”

Vic put his hand on Alic’s shoulder. “Good luck. And thanks, Boss.”

When the door to Alic’s office shut, he had to sit down quickly and blow out a long breath. There was only so far impetuosity could carry you. The team was looking in at him through the glass. It actually felt very good indeed.

Oh, what the hell. That bastard Tarlo tried to kill me. That makes it personal.

His virtual finger touched the Admiral’s icon. No hesitation, he was pleased to see. The Admiral’s e-butler told Alic that his access level had been reduced to grade seven. “I’ll wait,” he told the program.

It took two and a half hours before Rafael Columbia responded. “I can give you five minutes,” he told Alic.

“We’ve located Tarlo.”

“Then arrest him.”

“He’s on Boongate.”

“Screw. It’ll have to wait, Hogan. We’ll grab him when he comes out wherever Sheldon sends him.”

“We need him now, sir. He’s a Starflyer agent.” Alic closed his eyes, half expecting a lightning bolt to slam down out of the sky and roast him behind his desk.

“Christ, not you, too? I thought you were reliable.”

“I am reliable, sir; that’s why I’m telling you this. Think about it. Tarlo’s a traitor, a double agent, that’s beyond question; I was one of the people he was shooting at on Illuminatus. Who is he working for, sir? If not the Starflyer, who is trying to destroy the Commonwealth? Tell me. Give me another name, and I’ll chase them for as long as it takes.”