The Nano Flower Part 55

'The first one altered its trajectory as soon as our target acquisition radars burned through its ECM and locked on. It matched orbits with New London, and it's holding station five and a half thousand kilometres ahead of us. Outside the defence perimeter, you'll note. We identified the model as an Alenia COV-325; so with its capacity it could be carrying up to thirty hardliners. The second s.p.a.ceplane is fifteen thousand kilometres out, and closing. And just to add to the situation: all five Strategic Defence networks placed their geostationary platforms on amber alert status as soon as we targeted the Alenia and powered up our weapons platforms.'

'Have there been any transmissions from the s.p.a.ceplanes yet?'

'None. We're monitoring continually, of course.'

'Good. I need to know who's on board. If Reiger is in one of them he must be snuffed immediately.'

'Difficult,' Lloyd said. 'We don't have any kinetic har

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poons; our platforms ~are all equipped with energy weapons. It really is a defensive system.'

'Politically expedient not to base offensive weapons here,' Julia said with a hint of regret. 'Sorry, Victor.'

'Five hundred kilometres beyond the defence perimeter,' Victor mused. 'That's not much of a margin for them.'

'We're geared to halt incoming hostiles,' lloyd said. 'You start shooting outside the perimeter and you run slap bang into the inverse-square law. The nearest platform to the COV-325 is over a thousand kilometres away, the lasers wouldn't even melt plastic at that distance.'

'So move one of the platforms in range,' Victor said automatically.

Lloyd looked at Sean, who nodded thoughtfully. 'Could do, yes?'

'OK,' Lloyd said. 'But the platforms aren't equipped with high-thrust engines. It'll take time.'

'Time we have plenty of,' Victor said.

'Just as long as they can't get in,' Julia said.

'They won't,' Sean said. 'Our hardware is the best, yes?'

He gestured to a waiting lift. 'Greg and his people are in the security centre. They've just got back.'

'Did they find Charlotte's Celestial priest?' Julia asked.

'Absolutely, yes. He's a funny old bird, though. Don't know what you'll make of him.'

Julia stepped into the lift. They all crowded in around her, Lloyd talking into his cybofax, organizing the platform realignment.

'How are you coping, Sean?' Julia asked as the lift began to move down.

'Pretty good, considering. I've declared an official biohazard alert, which I think added to the Strategic Defence commander's jitters. But it gives me the authority to quarantine the colony without any legal comeback. Shutting down the communication circuits is stretching the principle a little, mind.'

'But our lawyers can fight it if anyone objects,' she finished for him. 'Good. Well done.'

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Victor reckoned that if he ever got lost in New London's southern endcap complex his processor implant would be the only thing to save him wandering through the labyrinth of corridors for the rest of his life. There was a kilometre and a half of rock between Hyde Cavern and the hub docking crater, a termite nest of housing, offices, tunnels, corridors, hydroponic farms, fish farms, light-industry factories, and chambers full of environmental support machinery. It wasn't that he was claustrophobic, but there was so much smooth featureless rock, and very few windows.

Sean Francis led them through the security centre without any hesitation. But then of course, everything he did was perfection. One of the reasons n.o.body felt quite at ease with him, not even Julia, and that was quite an accomplishment.

The briefing room had a window-wall looking out into Hyde Cavern. Heavy drops of rain trickled down the gla.s.s.

All Victor could see outside was a solid sheet of bleak mist, tinted by a slight orange-pink fluorescence.

There were active holograms on the walls, illuminated landscapes, all of them pre-Warming. A circular table of brown smoked gla.s.s stood in the centre of the room; most of New London's furniture was gla.s.s and metal. Tourist zones could afford to import wood, the security budget didn't stretch to that. Suzi and Melvyn stood in front of the window, silhouetted against the mist, talking quietly. Greg, Rick, and Charlotte were sitting in the aluminium-framed chairs around the table; a couple of the crash squad hardliners he didn't recognize were in the chairs lined up along the wall.

Julia pulled her s.h.i.+psuit cap off, letting her hair fall loose. Greg gave her a quick peck on the cheek.

'You found him all right?' Julia asked.

'Charlotte's contact, yes; his name is Sinclair. Royan is proving a little more elusive.' Greg sighed. 'I had hoped he'd contact me. He must know I'm here, he'll have monitor programs loaded into every 'ware core in New London by now. I know Royan.

'He'll know I'm here too,' Julia said. She turned and gave Charlotte a long stare.

Charlotte dropped her gaze, looking fixedly at the olive- 457.

green carpet squares. Victor almost felt sorry for the girl, a cool Julia Evans was a daunting prospect. And of course Charlotte wouldn't have known not to access any datanets, even at secondhand through the American Express office. The oversight was as much his fault as hers, she should have been fully briefed.

'Can we get on with the problem in hand?' Victor said.

He pulled a chair out for Julia.

She turned from Charlotte and sat down, giving him a private sly grin. 'Male hearts and fallen angels,' she murmured in a tiny voice.

Victor could feel the warmth creeping up his face.

'Royan used a drone to hand the flower over to Sinclair,' Greg said. 'If we want him, he'll be somewhere in the tunnels and caves the Celestial Apostles use.'

'Intuition?' Victor asked.

'Not really. Royan spent a couple of days with the Celestials, that means he'll have learnt all about their set-up, what they know about the caves, the ones they use. Once he cross-referenced that with security and police procedures he would have found himself a totally secure location for his trials, safe from anybody interrupting, just in case anything did go wrong. Presumably that's where the alien is as well.'

'So what do we do?' Lloyd asked. 'Conduct a ma.s.s search? I'd hate for any of my people to stumble on this alien. If you say it exists, ma'am, then I'll believe you. But you're not going to convince everybody.'

'Tell you,~ there's no need for a search,' Greg said. 'Sinclair will take us into the caves and show us where the drone gave him the flower. We'll see what we can find there. Another personality package maybe. Royan has to have left some method of guiding Julia to him.'

'Sinclair!' Suzi grunted. 'You're going to rely on that overmicrowaved fruitcake? Jesus, Greg, he's totally brainwarped.'

Amus.e.m.e.nt and annoyance chased across Greg's face.

'Sinclair's not exactly rational,' he said slowly. 'But neither is he insane, no way. I think he might be slightly timeloose.'

'Trust you to stick up for him then,' Suzi said.

'Sinclair is a precog?' Julia asked.

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'He has some ability along those lines, certainly. Although the talent seems somewhat erratic. He's very aware that there's a big concentration of events and interests focusing on New London right now. It's what he's been predicting all along. Quite a formidable prescient vision, really. Given that he's been up here for seven years.'

'All right,' said Julia. 'If you think Sinclair is reliable enough, then we'll try it.'

Victor groaned inwardly. He'd known this was coming. One whiff of Royan and she'd charge off without thinking. She was so methodical and prudent about everything else in life; the man was a dangerous blind spot. 'Julia.' The quiet, purposeful way it came out made everyone look at him.

Julia's eyes narrowed challengingly. 'Yes?'

'If you go into the caves then you wear proper protective gear, and the crash team goes with you. You don't go in otheiwise.'

Suzi chuckled in the dead silence that followed.

'Will Sinclair buy that?' Julia asked Greg.

'It's not up to him,' Victor said.

'Victor's right, I'm afraid,' Greg said apologetically. 'That flower was a warning, after all. And I know the alien's here even if n.o.body else quite believes.'

Julia raised her hands in good-hu.moured capitulation. 'OK. The crash team it is.'

Charlotte stayed with him. It made sense, her part was over, and Greg didn't want her with him in the caves where she'd be a liability. She said she didn't fancy spending the night sitting in the Governor's Residence with a hardliner. He certainly wasn't going to let her go out into the cavern again. So the security centre it was.

Besides, Victor thought, she was so b.l.o.o.d.y easy to look at.

They were in Lloyd McDonald's office, an impersonal standardized cube with two gla.s.s walls and two of rock. One of the gla.s.s walls gave him a view across the Cavern, the other showed a secretary's office on the other side. The hardline 459.

bodyguard Lloyd had a.s.signed to him was lounging in one of the reception area chairs outside.

Charlotte ha&curled up on a low black leather settee, chin on her hands, looking dolefully out into Hyde Cavern. She still seemed nervous, always glancing at her watch. It had stopped raining now, allowing the mist to clear away. The lighting tube had dimmed to a sylvan glimmer, a lone moonbeam threaded between the endcap hubs. Buildings across the parkland were picked out by floodlights, a weird mix of architectural styles, the best cla.s.sical representation of each era, scattered about without thought.

New London always put him in a contemplative mood.

The eye-twisting geometry and the determination with which the residents pursued life insisting on introspection.

He was sitting in front of Lloyd's desk terminal, watching the intricate jockeying of the Strategic Defence platform as it inched towards the Alenia COV-325. New London's electronic warfare satellites were blocking the s.p.a.ceplane's sensors, preventing it from observing the manoeuvre. It would be within laser range in another ninety minutes.

The s.p.a.ceplane pilot must know. It was the obvious tactic. They would have to pull back.

COV-325 performance perimeters streamed through Victor's processor node. He reckoned the s.p.a.ceplane had another thirty-two hours' life-support capacity left before they would have to dc-orbit and head back to Earth.

The Typhoons from Listoel would catch it. A s.p.a.ceplane lumbering down through the atmosphere would be no match for front-line fighters.

Charlotte s.h.i.+fted round on the settee. It was distracting. Her legs belonged to someone at least three metres tall.

He started. to enter the code for Listoel into the terminal, then the alarm went off.

'What's that?' Charlotte demanded.

'Status one security alert,' he said.

Access Security Centre Command Circuit. Query Alarm. New London Strategic Defence Operations Room Violation. Five Possible Penetration Agents. Sector Isolation Procedures Activated.

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'b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l,' Victor blurted. He made for the door, Charlotte scrambled to her feet behind him.

'Stay here,' he ordered. 'And you,' he told the bodyguard, 'stay with her.'

Charlotte looked like she wanted to protest, but the strength in his voice stopped her. Her shoulders slumped.

Display Security Centre Floor Map. As the outline squirted into his mind he drew the Tokarev pistol from his shoulder holster and flipped the safety off. A rush of adrenalin buzzed in his veins when he came out into the broad central corridor. Security personnel were ignoring the moving walkways, half-running past him, grim faced. They all seemed to know what to do, where they should be going. The alarm was still blaring away.

Victor saw a lift opening, and ran for the doors.

There was a press of people at the head of the corridor Tjunction. Two drone stretchers slid past Victor as he arrived, ~ black bodybags zipped up. A couple of meditechs in white jumpsuits followed them down the corridor.

Lloyd McDonald watched them go with an expression of controlled fury. 'Tekmercs, hardline flicking tekmercs active in New London,' he said. 'h.e.l.l, Victor, I'm sorry, this is one almighty great c.o.c.k-up.'

'Damage a.s.sessment?' Victor asked. It was the only way to do it, job first, shout and mourn later.

'They're inside,' Lloyd shook his head disbelievingly. 'They got into the Strategic Defence Ops Room. They loaded a top-grade virus into the screening 'ware, and shot their way in. Now they're holed up in there but tight. My people think they winged two of them, with one possible fatality. But there are still three confirmed actives left.'

The corridor was four metres wide, three high; walls, floor, ceiling were solid rock, a single biolum Strip ran along the ceiling. A lead-coloured slab of t.i.tanium/carbon alloy had risen out of the floor ten metres past the T-junction, solid and irresistible. Lloyd's people were already working on it.

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on springs of coloured wire. A slim grey plastic case containing a terminal and several customized augmentation 'ware modules lay on the floor below it, fibre-optic cables plugging it into exposed circuit blocks. Suction-cup sensors were clinging to the edge of the door. Three security division technicians were standing round the case, talking in low, worried tones, ignoring the data displays filling the unit's small flatscreens.

Victor walked right up to the giant slab; estimating the gravity in the corridor at two-thirds standard.

'They glitched the entire lock system,' one of the technicians said. 'We think they've physically burnt out the 'ware.

If we want in, the door will have to be broken down.'

'Can you use a rip gun on it?' Victor asked.

'No, sir, this is over a metre thick. We're going to have to set up a cutting beam, and that's going to take time.'

'How long?'

'Quite a while.'