Regenesis. Part 70

"Let me get the Stationmaster," the reply came back, and five minutes more of waiting and she had the Alpha Stationmaster. Emil Erikssen was his name, and she effectively repeated what she had just said to the a.s.sistant Stationmaster, including the bit about personal responsibility and criminal charges. "We have no way of sounding an alarm if we get another missile fired at us. We had a missile land within 800 meters of our hospital and 15 meters off a public thoroughfare, ser. Whatever's going on up there, the ordinary citizens of this planet and the Council rely on you for services that mean life and death. Don't give us promises."

"We are supporting the atmospherics systems and the power grid," the answer came back. the answer came back. "Fleet a.s.sets have just been destroyed or compromised. We are not providing general positional information to enable counterattacks until we have contact with Council." "Fleet a.s.sets have just been destroyed or compromised. We are not providing general positional information to enable counterattacks until we have contact with Council."

"We appreciate your position, but if you want the Council, ser, you just stay connected." She punched b.u.t.tons on her pocket com, and rang Ludmilla deFranco. "Sera. I have the Alpha Stationmaster. He needs a Council resolution before he'll provide the global net."

"Let me talk to him," deFranco said, and she punched more b.u.t.tons, and got four more Councillors. deFranco said, and she punched more b.u.t.tons, and got four more Councillors. "We are sitting in shelters here," "We are sitting in shelters here," deFranco said in some heat, deFranco said in some heat, "having already had one missile fired at us by a fool, and if you want a directive, ser, you'll have it." "having already had one missile fired at us by a fool, and if you want a directive, ser, you'll have it."

"This is Harad, of State," Councillor Harad broke in. Councillor Harad broke in. "The directive already exists, Alpha Station, in our recent instruction to General Awei to defend the Council. Facimile transmission follows. We direct you turn on current global positional and traffic data. We'll get you a specific directive on both orders inside five minutes if you have any doubt." "The directive already exists, Alpha Station, in our recent instruction to General Awei to defend the Council. Facimile transmission follows. We direct you turn on current global positional and traffic data. We'll get you a specific directive on both orders inside five minutes if you have any doubt."

There was a lengthy delay on the other side.

Catlin came to her desk, leaned over, com pressed firmly into her ear, and said, "Geosats are transmitting again." they had eyes.

That had gone all right, hadn't it? Pity they couldn't have been selectivebut the system wasn't set up that way Alpha could shut down satellites from transmission. But once they did transmitanybody could use the information.

And about forty seconds later, the airport called Reseune Admin: "We have regained image." Likewise at the port.

The outage had lasted about thirty minutes, from the initial action at Svetlansk to the restoration of geosat transmission.

Fleet property had gotten damaged at Svetlansk, no word about personnel. They'd howled in indignation, more than likely.

So had the planet immediately involved & howled, now, and there'd be some consideration of the measures Alpha Station had taken, if she had anything to say about it. There hadn't been civilian planes in the air when ATC's long vision went out, but there could have been. There hadn't, however, been guidance for more missiles for a bit, either. So it was a toss-up. She couldn't say the Alpha Stationmaster had been wrong; and he couldn't be in a comfortable position, watching his government come apart, down on the planet, and two halves of Defense starting shooting at each other. They'd gotten into it step by step: for Alpha Station, there'd been a succession of small startling shocks, mostly in the last week.

So Alpha Station had wanted it stopped. She could understand that. maybe Khalid would be beseiging his own sources up on station, urging Fleet authorities up then to shut the geosats down again to protect his operations at Planys. And maybe Fleet would start agitating on his behalf, or even issuing threats, but Alpha was a power, too, a de facto sovereign state like Reseune Territories, and Khalid couldn't trump a Council directive.

Had him, she did. him, she did.

She shoved back from the console in the Admin storm tunnels, and spun about to find Florian in the doorway, Florian with a decided grin on his face.

"Yanni," Florian said, "and Councillor Corain, Amy, and Frank, and Quentin AQ. They're down at the port." Her heart leapt up. "In Novgorod?"

"No, sera. At our port, the riverside. Rafael's sending a bus."

"Are we sure?" she asked. "Yes, sera!"

She spun the chair about again, and this time punched in every Councillor they had resident. they were immediate on the answer, Harad, deFranco, Chavez, Tien, and, last, Harogo. She said, "Yanni and Mikhael Corain have just arrived at the port. Would you like to meet them in Admin?"

"Finally!" Harad said, and Chavez: Harad said, and Chavez: "About d.a.m.ned time." "About d.a.m.ned time."

Chapter viii.

Sept 8, 2424 1621 H.

Directive control stayed in Ari's pocketliterallyvia her com, which she kept on, with Admin connected, continually. Florian and Catlin were linked into Rafael's operation, specifically to senior ReseuneSec officers; and to Wes and Marco, who were doing the same, out of Alpha Wing Ops; she was linked to Admin, namely Chloe. and the department heads, who'd gotten the heads-up from Chloe via Yanni's office. "Call Councillor Corain's family," she told Chloe, afterthought, but one she didn't want to omit. "Tell them Corain is coming in, but tell them stay to the tunnels."

Immediately after, she headed upstairs and down the long lower hall in Admin, in close company with Florian and Catlin and two of the regular ReseuneSec personnel.

The Councillors, starting from storm tunnels in Wing One and Ed, reported themselves headed over via the cross tunnels, with their aides they might come upstairs, if they insisted: n.o.body was going to argue protocols with Harad or deFranco, or even Corain's wife. All Ari's attention was focused on having Yanni and Corain and Amy across that open s.p.a.ce and down in the tunnels as fast as they could get them there, and she listened to the infrequent information from Admin, hoping not to hear warnings, hoping the moderate communications traffic hadn't helped the opposition.

The bus at least was wasting no time & two buses, it became evident as she reached the locked doorsone bus veering off to Ed, one coming up toward them. "One is a decoy," Florian said, and Catlin meanwhile called Rafael, signaling the physical lock to be taken off the Admin front doors and left off until she sent word they had the party inside.

Florian swung a door open. The bus came up under the portico, squealed to a hard stop, and its door flew open. Quentin exited instantly and held up his hands for Amy, who flung herself off the bus. Frank came next, with the briefcase, and held out a hand to steady Yanni coming down: and the third and last CIT was Mikhail Corain, looking to be on his last legsall of them freshly scrubbed, wearing work blues, still damp from decon and reeking of potent disinfectant.

"Inside," Florian said. "Inside, quickly, ser."

"Amy, Yanni," Ari said, and embraced Amy with one arm and Yanni with the other. "Where have you been?"

"In a s.h.i.+pping container," Yanni said. "Hard on old bones, I'll tell you."

"You took a barge all the way up?"

"Only thing we could get to," Amy said. "And it got stalled. We're safe. Hid out in sealed cargo, s.h.i.+pped for Reseune."

"She bought candy bars," Yanni said, "and water before we tried it. She, bright young woman, had credit chits for the vending machines on the docks: card use, and they'd have found us." Frank had an arm around him, and Frank didn't look much better. The guards they'd brought moved to provide support, one to Yanni, one to Mikhail Corain. Young Quentin AQ lent a shoulder to Frank, who looked about ready to collapse in his tracks, but who wasn't surrendering the briefcase.

"We got boarded," Amy said. "And stalled forever while they searched things. But they didn't get down to our container."

"We've got a medic downstairs," Ari said, trying to move them on, get the whole party back down to safety. They had a whole clinic: it was part of Admin's storm season routine, to handle decon, or anything else needful, and right now it was five water-deprived, underweight refugees. And she wanted them mewed, before a dozen reporters dug in down at the airport managed to get the news out; she started moving Amy along, her arm about her. It was, by the layout of the older buildings, a fair walk backnot to create a people-jam near the building entry in the event of an alert: that had been the theory & but it made it a lengthy hike.

The lift had made a trip down and back, meanwhile, and brought up Mikhail Corain's wile and two ReseuneSec officers. The lady gave a little cry and rushed to embrace her husband.

"In, ser, in, quickly." Catlin said briskly, and got them in; the rest of them found room; and the lift dropped down again, a far reach to the tunnelsCatlin keyed off the security stop, and it took them straight on down.

Doors opened. More security met them, more of Ser Corain's excited family, observing enough of the security line to let them exit the lift before they closed around him. Councillors wore right behindHarad, Tien, deFranco, Harogo and Chavez, all there to see with their own eyes.

"Medical," Ari said, and Florian called them. Yanni had stumbled on the way down the upstairs hall. Corain had family to buoy him up; Yanni just slumped a little, home and safe, and Ari caught his hand and found it cold.

"Yanni," she said. "Hold on. Medics are bringing a stretcher."

"No d.a.m.ned way," Yanni said. "Didn't come here to be carried down the d.a.m.ned hall. Harad! How's the vote stand?"

"Special quorum," Harad said, and came and put a light hand on Yanni's shoulder. "Proxy, man. We haven't seen Lynch."

"Ari's already taken," Yanni said hoa.r.s.ely. "If I fall over, if I fall over" Deep breath. "Justin Warrick's my Proxy."

"Is he here?" Harad asked.

Ari said: "Alpha Wing. I can get him."

"I'm not falling over," Yanni snapped. "Have we got our quorum? Mikhail, dammit, get yourself over here! First business, move to seat Ariane Emory as Councillor for Information, Catherine Lao being deceased. We can do it here in the hallway."

"Second," deFranco said.

"Moved and seconded to seat Ariane Emory for Information," Harad said. "Are we recording this?"

"We have a record going," Chavez said.

"Voice vote." Harad said, and the Councillors called it out, over the confused buzz of the curious and the office workers from Admin, who'd come to see the commotion. "Science, aye."

"Industry, aye."

"Finance, aye."

"Transportation, aye."

"Trade, aye."

"Internal affairs, aye."

"Citizens, aye." That, a hoa.r.s.e voice from Mikhail Corain. And lastly, deep and strong: "State, aye. The Council of the Nine welcomes the new Councillor for Information and invites her, officially if figuratively, to take her seat. So ordered, this date, the eighth of September, the year 2424."

"Move to seat Vladislaw Khalid, Proxy Councillor for Defense," de-Franco said.

"Second," Yanni said, "for purposes of the vote. Science votes nay."

"Industry, nay."

"Finance, nay." Transportation, nay."

"Trade, nay."

"Internal affairs, nay."

There was a brief pause. A gap. "Information, nay," Ari said, and immediately after: "Citizens, nay" from Mikhail Corain, and then Harad: "State votes nay. The motion fails. Council will not seat the candidate, and calls on Defense to name a new Proxy. In the absence and presumed death of the Councillor for Defense, the Council calls on the Secretary for the Bureau of Defense to a.s.sume the office of Proxy until such time as a duly elected Councillor for Defense may register a Proxy for the consideration of the Council of the Nine. So ordered, this date, the eighth of September, the year 2424. In absence of the appointed Proxy for the Bureau of Defense, the chair of the Council of the Nine declares the Defense seat vacant pending elections in that Bureau, and calls for nominations to be placed before the electorate, none dissenting? So ordered, this date, the eighth of September, the year 2424. The chair moves for the declaration of martial law."

"Second," Harogo said. "Move for declaration of unanimity, all seated members being present."

"Second," deFranco said.

"Any opposed?" Harad asked, and read the date. Then: "Chair moves to appoint Marine General Klaus Awei as provisional commander of all Union armed forces, to restore order and return control to civil authorities within forty-eight hours."

"Second," deFranco said, and Yanni said, in a hoa.r.s.e whisper, "Science votes aye," before his knees buckled and he began to slip toward the floor. Frank made a grab for him. Ari did. The two ReseuneSec azi were more effective, kept his head from hitting the floor, picked him up, and carried him.

The medics that had come up to the area and stopped were equally fast, sliding a gurney into the area. Yanni was on his way to the clinic without ever hitting the ground, and Ari glanced in that direction and toward the Council chair, and knew where the Proxy for Information had to be & it had cost too much, already, even to wonder. The vote went on. She cast her vote for Information, and the vote went past her, and concluded with the Chairman's reading of the date.

"Are we done, ser?" she asked Harad.

"Move to adjourn," Harad said. "Move to adjourn," she said. "Second," deFranco said.

"None opposing, we stand adjourned," Harad said; and meanwhile Tien had taken hold of Mikhail Corain's arm. Tien said: "We'd better get him down there, too."

Frank had already gone, staying with Yanni all the way. Ari slipped her arm through Amy's, locked fingers with hers, and stayed to catch Harad as Councillors and family members began to move in various directions. "Copy of that vote, to the airport, ser? Can Reseune help?"

"We need urgently to transmit the file," Harad said. "Transmission to secure storage, Hall of the Nine, transmit to the media, replication far and fast: official transmission, all Bureau offices, city and district offices, station offices, s.h.i.+ps in s.p.a.ce &" It was official litany, the places that record had to go. She didn't have it memorized, but she said, "Ops can do that, ser. If you go with Catlin, she'll a.s.sist."

"Yes, sera," Catlin said, and went off with the Council Chairman, through a throng of the curious and the concerned. Florian stayed right by Ari's side.

Chapter ix.

Sept 8, 2424 1715 H.

Pocket com went off. Jordan, Justin thought; but it wasn't.

"Justin?" Ari said. Ari said. "Just so you know, Yanni's back." "Just so you know, Yanni's back."

"That's great news," he said. He was glad. He was very glad, and he thumbed the com over to speaker so Grant could hear. It immediately got Mark and Gerry's attention, and Maddy Stra.s.sen's, with, "Just so you know, too, you're Proxy Councillor for Science." "Just so you know, too, you're Proxy Councillor for Science."

"You're not serious." Stupid thing to say to Ari, in the depths of a storm tunnel. "You are serious."

"Entirely serious," she said, she said, "and Yanni's in the clinic, with dehydration and exhaustion, they're telling me, and the Council's just voted to unseat Khalid and given a Marine general the go-ahead to go after him, just so you're up to the moment on what's going on." "and Yanni's in the clinic, with dehydration and exhaustion, they're telling me, and the Council's just voted to unseat Khalid and given a Marine general the go-ahead to go after him, just so you're up to the moment on what's going on."

"Why me?" he asked. It was all good newsif it didn't get another missile aimed at them. "why not you?"

"Because I'm Councillor for Information," she said. she said. "Yanni and Frank and Councillor Corain are all in the clinic; so are Amy and Quentin, but site's a lot better than they are, and Quentin's doing fine. Yanni just fell over. The doctors don't know yet what's going on with him." "Yanni and Frank and Councillor Corain are all in the clinic; so are Amy and Quentin, but site's a lot better than they are, and Quentin's doing fine. Yanni just fell over. The doctors don't know yet what's going on with him." A pause for breath. A pause for breath. "It's going to be a dicey few hours, Justin. It is. But we got the vote through. We're transmitting it. Any minute they'll know it at the port, and they'll know it in Novgorod, and up at Alpha and over in Planys, more's the point. That's where we don't know what's going to happen. I don't know what the base over there might have to defend itself, but we're just hoping it doesn't have long-range stuff so just batten down and hope along with the rest of us. If Council reconvenes you're going to have to get over here on the run. Are you all right there?" "It's going to be a dicey few hours, Justin. It is. But we got the vote through. We're transmitting it. Any minute they'll know it at the port, and they'll know it in Novgorod, and up at Alpha and over in Planys, more's the point. That's where we don't know what's going to happen. I don't know what the base over there might have to defend itself, but we're just hoping it doesn't have long-range stuff so just batten down and hope along with the rest of us. If Council reconvenes you're going to have to get over here on the run. Are you all right there?"

"Fine," he said. "We're all fine."

"Good," she said. she said. "Good. Take care. Florian says keep your heads down. All of you." "Good. Take care. Florian says keep your heads down. All of you."

"Proxy Councillor," Grant said in amazement.

"It gives me another reason to wish Yanni well," he said, and looked around him at a set of young, so very young faces, even the ReseuneSec agents, dismayed to realize every one of them was looking at him the way he'd always looked at Yanni.