Takeshi Kovacs - Broken Angels Part 28

"It's time for a management decision, Hand. I figure Vongsavath has to be clean-there was no reason for her to tell me about this otherwise. I know know I'm clean, and I'm guessing you are too. Outside of that, I wouldn't like to say who else we can trust." I'm clean, and I'm guessing you are too. Outside of that, I wouldn't like to say who else we can trust."

"Has Vongsavath checked the ship?"

"She says, as well as she can without take-off. I was thinking more about the equipment in the hold."

Hand closed his eyes. "Yeah. Great."

He was picking up my speech patterns.

"From a security perspective, I'd suggest Vongsavath takes the two of us up, ostensibly for a check on our nanosized friends. She can run the system checks while we go through the manifest. Call it late this afternoon-that's a credible gap since the remotes kicked in."

"Alright."

"I'd also suggest you start carrying one of these where it can't be seen." I showed him the compact stunner Vongsavath had given me. "Cute, isn't it. Navy standard issue apparently, out of the Nagini Nagini's c.o.c.kpit emergency box. In case of mutiny. Minimal consequences if you f.u.c.k up and shoot the wrong guy."

He reached for the weapon.

"Uh-uh. Get your own." I dropped the tiny weapon back into my jacket pocket. "Talk to Vongsavath. She's tooled up, too. Three of us ought to be enough to stop anything before it gets started."

"Right." He closed his eyes again, pressed thumb and forefinger to the inner corners of his eyes. "Right."

"I know. It feels like someone really doesn't want us to get through that gate, doesn't it. Maybe you're burning incense to the wrong guys."

Outside, the ultravibe batteries cut loose again.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR.

Ameli Vongsavath put us five kilometres up, flew about for a while and then kicked on the holding auto. The three of us crowded the c.o.c.kpit and crouched around the flight display holo like hunter gatherers around a fire, waiting. When none of the Nagini Nagini's systems had catastrophically failed three minutes later, Vongsavath pushed out a breath she seemed to have been holding since we stationed.

"Probably never was anything to worry about," she said without much conviction. "Whoever's been playing around in here isn't likely to want to die with the rest of us, whatever else they might want to achieve."

"That," I said gloomily, "All depends on the level of your commitment."

"You're thinking Ji-"

I put a finger to my lips. "No names. Not yet. Don't shape your thoughts ahead of time. And besides, you might want to consider that all our saboteur would really need is a little faith in their recovery team. We'd all still be stack-intact if this thing fell out of the sky, wouldn't we."

"Unless the fuel cells were mined, yes."

"There you are, then." I turned to Hand. "Shall we?"

It didn't take long to find the damage. When Hand cracked the seal on the first high-impact shielded canister in the hold, the fumes that boiled out were enough to drive us both back up the hatch onto the crew deck. I slapped the emergency isolate panel and the hatch dropped and locked with a solid thump. I rolled onto my back on the deck, eyes streaming, hacking a cough that dug claws in the bottom of my lungs.

"Holy. f.u.c.k f.u.c.k."

Ameli Vongsavath darted into view. "Are you guys-"

Hand waved her back, nodding weakly.

"Corrosion grenade," I wheezed, wiping at my eyes. "Must have just tossed it in and locked up after. What was in this one, Ameli?"

"Give me a minute." The pilot went back into the c.o.c.kpit to run the manifest. Her voice floated back through. "Looks like medical stuff, mostly. Back-up plugins for the autosurgeon, some of the anti-radiation drugs. Both ID&A sets, one of the major trauma mobility suits. Oh, and one of the Mandrake declared ownership buoys."

I nodded at Hand.

"Figures." I pushed myself into a sitting position against the curve of the hull. "Ameli, can you check where the other buoys are stored. And let's get the hold vented before we open this hatch again. I'm dying fast enough, without that s.h.i.t."

There was a drink dispenser on the wall above my head. I reached up, tugged a couple of cans free and tossed one to Hand.

"Here. Something to wash your alloy oxides down with."

He caught the can and coughed out a laugh. I grinned back.

"So."

"So." He popped the can. "Whatever leakage we had back in Landfall seems to have followed us here. Or do you think someone from outside crept into the camp last night and did this?"

I thought about it. "It's stretching credibility. With the nanoware on the prowl, a two-ring sentry system, and lethal-dose radiation blanketing the whole peninsula, they'd have to be some kind of psychotic with a mission."

"The Kempists who got into the Tower at Landfall would fit that description. They were carrying stack burnouts, after all. Real death."

"Hand, if I I was going up against the Mandrake Corporation, I'd probably fit myself with one of those. I'm sure your counterintelligence arm have some really was going up against the Mandrake Corporation, I'd probably fit myself with one of those. I'm sure your counterintelligence arm have some really lovely lovely interrogation software." interrogation software."

He ignored me, following up his train of thought.

"Sneaking aboard the Nagini Nagini last night wouldn't be a hard reprise for anyone who can crack the Mandrake Tower." last night wouldn't be a hard reprise for anyone who can crack the Mandrake Tower."

"No, but it's more likely we've got leakage in the house."

"Alright, let's a.s.sume that. Who? Your crew or mine?"

I tipped my head in the direction of the c.o.c.kpit hatch and raised my voice.

"Ameli, you want to kick on the auto and get in here. I'd hate you to think we're talking about you behind your back."

There was a very brief pause, and Ameli Vongsavath appeared in the hatchway, looking slightly uncomfortable.

"Already on," she said. "I, uh, I was listening anyway."

"Good." I gestured her forward. "Because logic dictates that right now you're the only person we can really trust."

"Thank you."

"He said logic dictates." Hand's mood hadn't improved since I hauled him out of prayers. "There are no compliments going down here, Vongsavath. You told Kovacs about the shutdown; that pretty much clears you."

"Unless I was just covering myself for when someone opened that canister and discovered my sabotage anyway."

I closed my eyes. "Ameli..."

"Your crew or mine, Kovacs." The Mandrake exec was getting impatient. "Which is it?"

"My crew?" I opened my eyes and stared at the labelling on my can. I'd already run this idea through a couple of times since Vongsavath's revelation, and I thought I had the logic sorted. "Schneider probably has the flyer skills to shut down the onboard monitors. Wardani probably doesn't. And in either case someone would have had to come up with a better offer than." I stopped and glanced towards the c.o.c.kpit. "Than Mandrake has. That's hard to imagine."

"It's been my experience that enough political belief will short-circuit material benefit as a motivation. Could either of them be Kempists?"

I thought back down the line of my a.s.sociation with Schneider I'm not going to f.u.c.king watch anything like that ever again. I'm out, whatever it takes and Wardani Today I saw a hundred thousand people murdered... if I go for a walk, I know there are little bits of them blowing around in the wind out there "I don't see it, somehow."

"Wardani was in an internment camp."

"Hand, a quarter of the f.u.c.king population of this planet is in internment camps. It isn't difficult to get membership."

Maybe my voice wasn't as detached as I'd tried for. He backed up.

"Alright, my my crew," he glanced apologetically at Vongsavath. "They were randomly selected, and they've only been downloaded back into new sleeves a matter of days. It's not likely that the Kempists could have got to them in that time." crew," he glanced apologetically at Vongsavath. "They were randomly selected, and they've only been downloaded back into new sleeves a matter of days. It's not likely that the Kempists could have got to them in that time."

"Do you trust Semetaire?"

"I trust him not to give a s.h.i.t about anything beyond his own percentage. And he's smart enough to know Kemp can't win this war."

"I suspect Kemp Kemp's smart enough to know Kemp can't win this war, but it isn't interfering with his belief in the fight. Short-circuits material benefit, remember?"

Hand rolled his eyes.

"Alright, who who? Who's your money on?"

"There is another possibility you're not considering."

He looked across at me. "Oh, please. Not the half-metre fang stuff. Not the Sutjiadi song."

I shrugged. "Suit yourself. We've got two unexplained corpses, stacks excised, and whatever else happened to them, it looks like they were part of an expedition to open the gate. Now we're trying to open the gate and," I jabbed a thumb at the floor, "we get this. Separate expeditions, months, maybe a year apart. The only common link is what's on the other side of the gate."

Ameli Vongsavath c.o.c.ked her head. "Wardani's original dig didn't seem to have any problems, right?"

"Not that they noticed, no." I sat up straighter, trying to box the flow of ideas between my hands. "But who knows what kind of timescale this thing reacts on. Open it once, you get noticed. If you're tall and bat-winged, no problem. If you're not, it sets off some kind of... I don't know, some kind of slow-burning airborne virus, maybe."

Hand snorted. "Which does what exactly?"

"I don't know. Maybe it gets inside your head and. f.u.c.ks you up. Makes you psychotic. Makes you murder your colleagues, chop their stacks out and bury them under a net. Makes you destroy expeditionary equipment." I saw the way they were both looking at me. "Alright, I know know. I'm just spinning examples here. But think about it. Out there, we've got a nanotech system that evolves its own fighting machines. Now we built that. The human race. And the human race is several thousand years behind the Martians at a conservative conservative estimate. Who knows what kind of defensive systems they could have developed and left lying around." estimate. Who knows what kind of defensive systems they could have developed and left lying around."

"Maybe this is just my commercial training, Kovacs, but I find it hard to believe in a defence mechanism that takes a year to kick in. I mean, I I wouldn't buy shares in it, and I'm a caveman compared to the Martians. Hypertechnology, I wouldn't buy shares in it, and I'm a caveman compared to the Martians. Hypertechnology, I think think, presupposes hyperefficiency."

"You are are a f.u.c.king caveman, Hand. For one thing, you see everything, including efficiency, in terms of profit. A system doesn't have to produce external benefits to be efficient, it just has to a f.u.c.king caveman, Hand. For one thing, you see everything, including efficiency, in terms of profit. A system doesn't have to produce external benefits to be efficient, it just has to work work. For a weapons system, that's doubly true. Take a look out the window at what's left of Sauberville. Where's the profit in that?"

Hand shrugged. "Ask Kemp. He did it."

"Alright then, think about this. Five or six centuries ago, a weapon like the one that levelled Sauberville would have been useless for anything except deterrence. Nuclear warheads scared people back then. Now we throw them around like toys. We know how to clean up after them, we have coping strategies that make their actual use viable. To get deterrent effect, we have to look at genetic or maybe nanoware weapons. That's us, that's where we are. So it's safe to a.s.sume that the Martians had an even bigger problem if they ever went to war. What could they possibly use for deterrence?"

"Something that turns people into homicidal maniacs?" Hand looked sceptical. "After a year? Come on."

"But what if you can't stop it," I said softly.

It grew very quiet. I looked at them both in turn and nodded.

"What if it comes through a hyperlink like that gate, fries the behavioural protocols in any brain it runs into, and eventually infects everything on the other side? It wouldn't matter how slow it was, if it was going to eat the entire planet's population in the end."

"Eva-" Hand saw where it was going and shut up.

"You can't evacuate, because that just spreads it to wherever you go. You can't do anything except seal off the planet and watch it die, maybe over a generation or two, but without. f.u.c.king. Remission."

The quiet came down again like a drenched sheet, draping us with its chilly folds.

"You think there's something like that loose on Sanction IV," asked Hand finally. "A behavioural virus?"

"Well it would would explain the war," said Vongsavath brightly, and all three of us barked unlooked-for laughter. explain the war," said Vongsavath brightly, and all three of us barked unlooked-for laughter.

The tension shattered.

Vongsavath dug out a pair of emergency oxygen masks from the c.o.c.kpit crash kit, and Hand and I went back down to the hold. We cracked the remaining eight canisters and stood well back.

Three were corroded beyond repair. A fourth had partial damage-a faulty grenade had wrecked about a quarter of the contents. We found fragments of casing, identifiable as Nagini Nagini armoury stock. armoury stock.

f.u.c.k.

A third of the anti-radiation chemicals. Lost.

Back-up software for half the mission's automated systems. Trashed.

One functional buoy left.

Back on the cabin deck, we grabbed seats, peeled off the masks and sat in silence, thinking it through. The Dangrek team as a high-impact canister, sealed tight with spec ops skills and Maori combat sleeves.

Corrosion within.

"So what are you going to tell the rest?" Ameli Vongsavath wanted to know.

I traded glances with Hand.

"Not a thing," he said. "Not a f.u.c.king thing. We keep this between the three of us. Write it off to an accident."

"Accident?" Vongsavath looked startled.

"He's right, Ameli." I stared into s.p.a.ce, worrying at it. Looking for the splinters of intuition that might give me an answer. "There's no percentage in airing this now. We just have to live with it until we get to the next screen. Say it was powerpack leakage. Mandrake skimping on military surplus past its sell-by date. They ought to believe that."