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"That leaves thirty seats on the evacuation s.h.i.+p," Doug said.

Nodding, Anson replied, "We're going by contract dates. People whose employment contracts ended the longest time ago get first priority on the evac."

"Sounds reasonable," said Doug.

"Plus, we've got one pregnant woman," Anson said.

"Really?" Edith's interest was immediate. "Who is she? How far along?"



"A couple of months, from what the medical report says."

"I'd like to interview her before she leaves."

I'll set it up," Anson said.

"What about the father?" Doug asked.

Anson shook her head. "His contract's up, but there are too many people ahead of him. He'll have to stay here."

"Won't somebody give up his seat so he can go with his wife?" Edith asked.

"They're not married. Not yet, anyway. And if somebody gave up a seat I'd have to put the next guy in line in it, not the daddy."

"How far down on the list is he?" Doug asked.

"Eighteenth."

"You think they'll get married Earthside?" Cardenas asked.

"They want to get married right here and now," Anson said, "but there's n.o.body here to perform a legal ceremony."

Doug leaned back in his chair and stared at the rough rock ceiling for a few moments. "I don't see why we can't get a man of the cloth from Earthside to marry them by video."

"They're both Catholic," Anson said.

"How about the Pope?" Edith quipped. "Or at least a cardinal. Make a great news feature."

Doug grinned at her. "Let's see what we can do. At least they'll be married, even if they have to separate for a while."

Suddenly Anson looked uncomfortable, and Doug realized that her husband was still on Tarawa. They had separated several years earlier; Jinny was at home in Moonbase, her husband had not been. Not at all.

To get off the subject, Doug said, "I wonder just who Faure's going to send here to check out our nanotech work."

Anson snorted. "At least one of 'em'll be j.a.panese, from Yamagata Industries, I betcha."

DAY THIRTY-SIX.

"It's too bad you missed the cherry blossoms," Ras.h.i.+d said to Tamara Bonai. "They were magnificent this year."

The city of Was.h.i.+ngton was in bloom: Bonai saw the roses and magnolias that flowered brightly on the White House's lawn as their limousine glided past the heavily guarded gate and out onto Pennsylvania Avenue.

Her five minutes with the President had not gone well. True to her word, Tamara had urged the President to support Moonbase's bid for independence. True to her expectations, the President had politely but firmly answered that she could not do that as long as Moonbase used nanotechnology.

"But without nanotechnology, Moonbase will have to shut down," Bonai had said.

The President shrugged it off. "My record is quite clear," she said. "The potential threat from nanotechnology is so severe that it's worth the loss of Moonbase to be safe from it."

For a long moment the two women sat facing each other in plush armchairs set before the Oval Office's dark and empty fireplace. Bonai wore a sleeveless sheath of pink, with pearls at her throat, ear lobes and wrist. The President was in a navy blue suit with a modest mid-calf skirt and jewelry of silver and turquoise from her native Arizona.

"Are you aware," Bonai asked slowly,'that the United Nations intends to turn over the operation of Moonbase to Yamagata Industries, once they have taken the base?"

The President glanced at her aide, sitting quietly across the room behind Bonai's back with a cyberbook-sized computer in the palm of one hand. The young man had a miniaturized microphone clipped to the inside of his s.h.i.+rt collar, so he could subvocalize information to the all-but-invisible receiver in the President's left ear.

"Yamagata Industries?" she said, stalling for time. They already have a base on the Moon, don't they?"

"Yes," said Bonai. "And they intend to take over Moonbase and continue using nanomachines for many purposes-including manufacturing Clippers.h.i.+ps."

"Are you certain?" The President was now glaring at her aide, who had given up all pretense of secrecy and was scrolling madly through his computer files.

"That would give Yamagata-j.a.pan, really-the world leaders.h.i.+p in aeros.p.a.ce transportation," Bonai said.

The aide shook his head and whispered. The President put on a smile and parroted, "I have had no indication from Mr Faure that the U.N. intends to turn Moonbase over to Yamagata."

"Then may I suggest," Bonai said, "with all respect, that you ask Mr Faure directly if he plans to do this?"

The President's brows knit slightly. "May I ask what your interest is in all of this? After all, Moonbase is trying to break away from Kiribati's owners.h.i.+p, aren't they?"

"Kiribati supports Moonbase's independence. It will have no effect on our business relations.h.i.+p with Moonbase. We intend to formally recognize Moonbase's independence."

"Is that so?" The President leaned slightly toward Bonai and made a motherly smile. "Let me give you a bit of friendly advice, young lady. Kiribati's recognition of Moonbase won't affect the political situation one iota. So don't stick your neck out; you might regret it later on."

Bonai smiled back, thinly. "I appreciate your frankness, Madam President. But I do think that America's recognition of Moonbase's independence would be in keeping with the finest traditions of your nation."

The President sighed, her signal to her aide to end the meeting. He immediately got to his feet and walked across the Oval Office to bend over her and say: "I'm afraid the amba.s.sador from Uganda has been kept waiting for more than three minutes now."

Bonai took the hint, got to her feet, and left the Oval Office.

Now she leaned back on the limousine's fine leather seat, resting her head on the backrest as the car inched through the traffic on its way to her hotel.

Ras.h.i.+d was either too polite or too crafty to ask her how the meeting had gone.

"I've arranged for dinner in the hotel's restaurant," he said, rubbing his hands together. "It's quite a lovely place, very quiet and private. The food is excellent."

Bonai said, "That's fine.' And she realized that Ras.h.i.+d hadn't expected anything of significance to come out of her five minutes in the Oval Office. His whole attention was focused on their evening together.

Jack Killifer had just enough time to down a premixed martini on the commercial flight between Was.h.i.+ngton and Boston. He had followed Bonai to Was.h.i.+ngton and immediately given up any hope of killing her there. Too many guards, too many police, too many people on the streets and in the hotels.

I'm no professional hit man, he grumbled to himself on the brief flight home. Why'd O'Conner pick me for the job?

He knew perfectly well. Killifer had brought Bonai's intransigence to General O'Conner's attention. And O'Conner had always been a firm believer in the idea that the man with the problem should be the man to produce the solution.

But murder? Maybe when she's all alone out on that little island of hers. Or even in the town on Tarawa atoll; the only real security those islanders have is guards for the casino.

As the plane lowered its landing gear and lined up for landing at Boston's ancient Logan Aeros.p.a.ce Port, Killifer toyed with the idea of calling O'Conner in Atlanta and asking for a professional to do the work. Or even one of the faithful Urban Corps fanatics.

But it'd be a waste of breath, he knew. O'Conner had made it clear: he wanted Killifer to do this job personally. "The fewer people know about this," the general had said,'the better off we are."

Yeah, Killifer told himself as the plane's tires screeched on the runway. And knocking off Bonai'll give him an absolute grip on me.

Yet he was almost smiling as he got out of his seat and followed the other pa.s.sengers to the plane's exit hatch. Okay, he told himself. When Bonai goes back to Tarawa I go back too. I'll hit her there. Now that I know the layout of the islands, it oughtta be fairly easy.

And he began to lay his plans.

DAY THIRTY-EIGHT.

They watched the Clippers.h.i.+p settle down gracefully on landing pad one from the snug confines of her quarters.

"Well," said Nick O'Malley,'there she is."

Claire Rossi nodded.

"Aren't you excited?" he asked, forcing a grin.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Claire said, "About the wedding, yes. About leaving, no."

"Well, you've got to go," Nick said. "It's for your own good. And the baby's."

Claire nodded again. But she said, "It's not an illness, you know. Pregnancy is just as normal as breathing, really."

"The rules are the rules," Nick insisted. "Besides, you'll get better medical care back Earthside. And your mother'll be there with you."

"But you won't."

"I'll come down on the next flight."

"Nick, there might not be be a next flight!" a next flight!"

"Now look-"

The phone chimed and Claire immediately called out, "Answer."

Jinny Anson's chipper face appeared on the wall. "Okay, you two, we're down to two hours and counting."

Claire said, "We'll be there."

"With bells on," Nick added.

They forgot their argument and began dressing for the wedding. Claire had borrowed liberally from her friends and put together a beige long-skirted dress (the closest she could find at Moonbase to a wedding gown) and various accessories that almost looked right. Nick could find nothing that fit his big frame except a fresh pair of white coveralls from the medical stores.

The wedding was held in Jinny Anson's office, with half a dozen of their friends in attendance and Claire's arms filled with a bouquet of flowers freshly plucked from Lev Brudnoy's little garden.

The archbishop of Kiribati, brown skin and flas.h.i.+ng white teeth, looked out at them from the wall screen. Dressed in the full regalia of purple stole and skullcap, he appeared to be in a chapel made of stuccoed walls and a timbered roof.

Anson, Doug, and Harry Clemens stood off to one side while Edith, camera glued to one eye, panned across the office. Joanna and Lev Brudnoy watched from the wall screen on the other side of the room.

The ceremony was brief, a little awkward with the transmission delay, yet somehow touching. Doug heard Anson sniffle slightly, beside him. Looking over to the far wall, he thought that his mother looked just a bit teary-eyed, too. Why do women cry at weddings? he wondered.

When he finished, the archbishop grinned at them and said in a strong voice, "There will be no collection."

The Catholics in the small crowd laughed.

The married couple and their friends trooped out of Anson's office, on their way to a reception in The Cave.

"Some honeymoon they're going to have," Anson said, sounding a little wistful. "The Clippers.h.i.+p lifts off tomorrow at ten hundred hours."

"Well, at least they were able to get married," Clemens said. "I hope that makes them happy."

Doug had already turned his attention to his mother's image on the wall screen.

"Any progress with Faure?" he asked.

After three seconds she shook her head gravely. "He's making the maximum media noise about this so-called mercy flight. Otherwise, he's stonewalling me."

"Any indications of preparations by the Peacekeepers?"

Doug asked, standing before his mother's larger-then-life image.

Brudnoy, standing slightly behind her, answered, "No indications at all. They seem to be doing nothing at present. Of course, they could be getting ready for another a.s.sault in secrecy."

"That's what I'd do, I suppose," Doug agreed. "No sense letting your enemy see you coming."

"The board meeting is tomorrow," Joanna said. "I've got to turn Ras.h.i.+d around and get him to support you."

"Tamara Bonai got no place with the President," Doug muttered.

Once she heard his words, Joanna raised a finger. "Don't be too sure of that. The amba.s.sador to j.a.pan just flew back unexpectedly to Was.h.i.+ngton on a Clippers.h.i.+p. Something's stirring, I think."

Doug thought about that for a moment, then said, "Mom, this may be off the wall-but have you considered talking directly to Yamagata?"

The delay was much more than three seconds this time. "You mean the old man himself? Seigo Yamagata?"

"If he'll see you."

Her expression hardened. "He'll see me. I'll make certain of that!"

It took an effort of will for Nick to pull his gummy eyelids open. The party had been glorious, but now it was morning and the fun was over. Claire had to pack her few belongings tnd get aboard the Clippers.h.i.+p.

She was curled next to him in the bunk, sleeping soundly with a beatific smile on her lips.

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