This Day All Gods Die Part 53

Why wasn't she dead dead, where she belonged?

As if she had the right to make such statements, she p.r.o.nounced, "I believe that when Director Dios issued his plain instructions he was carrying out someone else's orders. Or he wanted to mislead someone he feared. The encrypted instructions represent his true intentions. He meant to foil whoever wished Nick Succorso to have control of Angus.

"As far as I know," she finished in a spatter of static, "the only man in human s.p.a.ce who can give orders to the director of the UMCP-or threaten him-is Holt Fasner."

Of course. Another accusation. But Cleatus didn't bother to comment on it. He knew in his guts there was worse to come.

Igensard made a desperate effort to recover his earlier righteousness. "You're speculating, Ensign Hyland," he countered. "You can't prove any of that."

"True." She was sure of herself; so sure that she didn't falter for a second. "But I can tell you this this, Special Counsel.

"Captain Thermopyle has told me-and Director Donner has confirmed-that DA wrote his programming explicitly to prevent him from rescuing me. I was considered dangerous because I could testify that he was framed. But I couldn't do any harm as long as I was with Nick Succorso. If he didn't kill me, someone else would. Unless Captain Thermopyle interfered.

"So why am I alive?"

She paused as if she wanted to be sure all the votes were listening. Then she said, "I'm alive because Captain Thermopyle was given new orders. Just before he was released from UMCPHQ, Warden Dios switched his datacore. His new programming included instruction-sets which required him to save me."

The b.a.s.t.a.r.d! Holt rasped in Cleatus' ear. So that's that's how he did it. I knew she must have had help. how he did it. I knew she must have had help.

Fiercely Hyland concluded, "The Warden Dios who wants me alive is not the same man who handed Captain Thermopyle's priority-codes to Nick Succorso. Nick would have cheerfully killed me. As soon as he could think of a way to do it with enough pain and degradation.

"I'm here telling you my story because Warden Dios made that possible."

Panting, Holt explained, He's been planning this ever since he sent Thermopyle to Billingate-no, ever since he let Succorso take that f.u.c.king woman off Com-Mine. By G.o.d, he started to betray me months ago!

Cleatus shook his head in dismay, appalled by the realization that Dios was so dangerous; so much more dangerous than he'd ever imagined. Even when the b.a.s.t.a.r.d was stuck aboard Calm Horizons Calm Horizons, he worked through puppets like Hyland to ruin- Igensard looked helplessly at Cleatus; but Cleatus offered him no a.s.sistance. If he couldn't think of a way to attack Hyland's a.s.sertions, that was his problem. His ambitions meant nothing to the FEA.

"None of this makes sense, Ensign," Igensard protested weakly. He was too distraught to notice that he was simply feeding her the questions she wanted; helping her score her points. "Dios has been the UMCP director for years. Why has he started countermanding his own orders now?"

"Maybe," the woman retorted at once, "this is his first real chance to show you that Holt Fasner isn't fit to be responsible for the UMCP."

Gray failure tinged Igensard's face as he slumped down into his seat.

Fit? Holt snarled into Cleatus' ear. His fury seethed like Fane's guts. She doesn't think I'm Holt snarled into Cleatus' ear. His fury seethed like Fane's guts. She doesn't think I'm fit? fit? If I get my hands on her, I'll teach her a thing or two about If I get my hands on her, I'll teach her a thing or two about fit fit.

At the moment Cleatus could think of nothing he wanted in life except to help Holt crucify Hyland. The votes had been right on the edge edge of enacting his, Cleatus', proposal. Now he would have to start the whole process again. of enacting his, Cleatus', proposal. Now he would have to start the whole process again.

Gritting his teeth to curb his exasperation, he lifted his hand like a good little boy.

Len ignored him. Goading him-The effete twit may have wished to provoke an eruption so he could carry out his threat to have Cleatus removed. Ing was stupidly eager to obey.

Cleatus contained his indignation as Len recognized Sixten Vertigus. At once Vertigus levered his old bones upright.

"It's an honor, Captain." Interference marred Hyland's transmission, but she sounded sincere. "I wish we could have met under other circ.u.mstances."

Inanely Vertigus flapped a hand she couldn't see. "The honor's mine, Ensign." His voice wobbled. "You're a valiant woman." With a visible effort he tightened his grip on himself until he was able to speak more steadily. "I wish I could tell you everything you've done will be worth what it cost. But none of us are sure how this mess is going to turn out."

He looked at Hannish as if he were talking to her as well as to Hyland.

"Director Hannish has told us Punisher's Punisher's command module is towing command module is towing Trumpet Trumpet to to Calm Horizons. Calm Horizons. What's going on, Ensign? Director Dios must have reached some kind of agreement with the Amnion. We need to know what it is." What's going on, Ensign? Director Dios must have reached some kind of agreement with the Amnion. We need to know what it is."

For the first time Morn hesitated. When she answered, her tone had lost some of its certainty.

"We're responding to Calm Horizons' Calm Horizons' demands." demands."

Apparently she wasn't sure how much she could afford to let the votes know.

Her caution brought Cleatus to the edge of his seat. Instinct told him that she was about to give him the opening he needed.

Vertigus frowned. He didn't know how to take Hyland's response. "I a.s.sume you've been in contact with Director Dios."

"We've talked to him, yes," Hyland said distantly.

"Is he all right?"

Again she hesitated. "He sounds all right."

Static surrounded her words like an aura. What she said-or what she meant-was embedded in it. Nevertheless Cleatus thought he heard hints of distress through the distortion.

Vertigus missed them. Or he believed that what he wanted to know was more important. Instead of probing her hesitation, he rephrased his question.

"What did he tell you to do?"

"He didn't tell us to do anything." Her discomfort made her impatient; cryptic. "He relayed Calm Horizons' Calm Horizons' demands. Now we're responding to them." demands. Now we're responding to them."

Vertigus scrubbed his face with both hands like a man trying to wake himself up. "Forgive me, Ensign. You aren't being clear. Or I'm being stupid." Bingo. "Do you mean to say Director Dios did not not reach an agreement with the Amnion?" reach an agreement with the Amnion?"

Hyland sighed. "That's right."

"But if he he didn't," the old fool protested, "who didn't," the old fool protested, "who did? did? Somebody must have. Isn't your command module on the way to Somebody must have. Isn't your command module on the way to Calm Horizons? Calm Horizons? With With Trumpet?" Trumpet?"

An instant of silence from the transmission conveyed the impression that Hyland tapped depleted reserves; summoned the last of her strength. Then she said harshly, "I did, Captain."

Vertigus gaped at the speakers. Most of the sheep did the same. His voice cracked as he demanded, "On whose authority?"

"On mine," mine," she snapped. she snapped. "I'm "I'm in command here." A woman on the brink of an abyss. "I have the bridge. I stopped taking Warden Dios' orders when he abandoned me to Nick Succorso. We're responding to in command here." A woman on the brink of an abyss. "I have the bridge. I stopped taking Warden Dios' orders when he abandoned me to Nick Succorso. We're responding to Calm Horizons Calm Horizons on on my my authority. authority.

"Ask UMCPHQ Center," she finished. "They'll confirm it."

If Cleatus hadn't been forewarned, he would have been as shocked as the votes. Fortunately he was ready. He'd known for some time that Hyland commanded Punisher. Punisher. By intuition he'd grasped the implications. By intuition he'd grasped the implications.

A mere ensign had arrogated to herself the responsibility for humankind's survival. And for keeping the Council alive.

Exactly the opening he needed.

Before anyone in the room could speak, the speakers emitted the metallic pop of a toggled pickup.

"I'll confirm it," a new voice barked; another woman. confirm it," a new voice barked; another woman.

Cleatus recognized her as soon as she said her name.

"This is Min Donner, UMCP Acting Director, aboard Punisher. Punisher. Ensign Morn Hyland is in command of this vessel. She and Captain Thermopyle took the bridge when they came aboard. Ensign Morn Hyland is in command of this vessel. She and Captain Thermopyle took the bridge when they came aboard.

"And it's a d.a.m.n good thing they did." Intensity clanged like iron in her voice, but Cleatus couldn't interpret it. Fury? Desperation? "She's negotiated an arrangement that may actually keep you alive. Which is more than I could have done. If it were up to me, we would all have fried by now."

Vertigus struggled to control his chagrin. "Acting Director, this is Captain Vertigus. What arrangement?"

I swear, Holt spat, every idiot in human s.p.a.ce works for Ward. He's pulling too many strings. If we don't start to cut them soon- He didn't finish the warning. He didn't need to. Cleatus understood him perfectly.

As if she were stifling curses, Donner replied, "Calm Horizons "Calm Horizons has agreed to leave without shooting at us. Morn has agreed to let them have Davies Hyland, Vector Shaheed, and has agreed to leave without shooting at us. Morn has agreed to let them have Davies Hyland, Vector Shaheed, and Trumpet. Trumpet. Captain Ubikwe is using the command module to keep our part of the bargain. Captain Ubikwe is using the command module to keep our part of the bargain.

"Davies is her son," son," she a.s.serted. She must have thought that was important. she a.s.serted. She must have thought that was important.

Before Vertigus-or Len-could challenge her, she snapped, "Donner out," and silenced her pickup with a violent click.

Cleatus feared that Punisher's Punisher's transmission had been cut off. But the cavernous hiss and spatter of the speakers told him the channel was still open. transmission had been cut off. But the cavernous hiss and spatter of the speakers told him the channel was still open.

Go! Holt ordered. Now!

Cleatus jumped. For the moment, at least, Vertigus was too shaken to find words. And Len seemed to founder in confusion. None of the other Members knew what to do.

The FEA didn't say a word; didn't give Len any excuse to remove him. Leaping to his feet, he flung his hand like a mute shout at the President.

Hannish opened her mouth to object, then bit it shut again.

Under the circ.u.mstances, Len couldn't refuse. His gaze flinched and wavered in alarm. Apparently he needed his grip on the podium to keep him upright.

"Ensign Hyland-" The words stuck in his throat. He swallowed thickly, then tried again. "Ensign, will you answer a question from UMC First Executive a.s.sistant Cleatus Fane?"

The d.a.m.n woman may have thought she no longer had anything to fear. "We're on a countdown here, Mr. President." Already her attention seemed to be elsewhere. "He's got two minutes."

Len turned a look like a groan at Cleatus. "Mr. Fane."

Cleatus fought down his squirming trepidation. Quietly, hiding his hopes, he asked, "Ensign Hyland, you said Director Dios 'sounds all right.' I get the impression you aren't sure. Why not? What're you worried about?"

That got her. She hesitated again. The background noise of the speakers suggested groping.

His heart thudded without mercy while he waited.

Abruptly she answered, "The Amnion have a special mutagen, Mr. Fane." Her voice had changed. It carried an ache Cleatus couldn't name. "A delayed-reaction mutagen. It doesn't start to work until ten minutes or so after it's been injected. And they have an antidote. It's not a cure. It just keeps the mutagen inert. As long as you have the antidote in your system, you don't mutate. As soon as it runs out, you turn into an Amnioni.

"They use this mutagen for blackmail. They inject you with it. Then you do what they say, or they don't give you the antidote. We know about it because it was done to one of us. Ciro Vasaczk."

She paused, groping again, then admitted softly, "We're concerned that Director Dios may be under that kind of pressure.

"He says he has a suicide capsule. I don't doubt him. But I'm not sure even that would be enough to protect him."

There Cleatus identified the change in her voice. It was a note of farewell. She'd already given up hope for Warden Dios.

Good-bye.

And good riddance.

That was all Cleatus needed from her.

He remained on his feet, even though his question had been answered, and votes around him flapped their arms like scarecrows. From the knotted tension in his guts to the throbbing pulse in his temples, he was sure that Hyland hadn't told the truth; not the whole whole truth. truth.

He believed her "concern" for Dios. He knew that much of what she'd said was dangerously accurate. But she'd stated more than once that she felt pressed for time. She'd just announced, We're on a countdown here. We're on a countdown here. Earlier she'd said, Earlier she'd said, We have fifty-six minutes left. I need the time. We have fifty-six minutes left. I need the time. And she hadn't explained why. And she hadn't explained why.

If her side of her bargain with Calm Horizons Calm Horizons could be fulfilled by her kid, Shaheed, and could be fulfilled by her kid, Shaheed, and Trumpet Trumpet, what else did she have to do? What countdown countdown was she talking about? was she talking about?

She was keeping secrets. Plotting something. Lying He conveyed this to Holt; but it didn't disturb him. In fact, he was counting on it. Let her try any desperate trick she could think of: on Calm Horizons; Calm Horizons; on UMCPHQ; on Holt. Cleatus didn't care. Not as long as she on UMCPHQ; on Holt. Cleatus didn't care. Not as long as she shut up shut up and let him get to work. and let him get to work.

There was a moment of confusion while Len scanned the room, trying to decide which of the sheep he should recognize next. Then Hyland took the choice away from him.

"Mr. President," she announced roughly, "I can't afford any more time. I hope I can tell my story in more detail when this is over."

Before Len could reply, she said, "Punisher "Punisher out." out."

At once her transmission disappeared from the speakers. Cold s.p.a.ce punctuated by particle noise took its place until Len's aide closed the channel. Then the Council's link to the contest of ships far overhead was gone.

Finally!

The sheep turned glazed, vacuous stares toward each other, stunned by their own incomprehension. Vertigus fumbled at a console he apparently didn't know how to use. Hannish watched Len with her legs poised under her, no doubt champing for a chance to point out how neatly Hyland's story supported hers. Burnish and Manse consulted urgently with each other. Martingale hissed fury at her aides like a woman who wanted to tell the entire created universe that Com-Mine had been maligned. Carsin kept her horrified gaze on her Senior Member, Vertigus, as if she thought he might start to show signs of mutation.

Cleatus' downlink told him that Punisher's Punisher's command module was thirty-eight minutes away from command module was thirty-eight minutes away from Calm Horizons Calm Horizons.

"Mr. President," he ventured, "may I address the Council?"

He'd lost ground; a lot of it. That was obvious. Anything which confirmed Hannish's facts suggested the illogical implication that her conclusions were also accurate. Most of the votes were too stupid to tell the difference between evidence and inference. Martingale had gone over to the enemy. Carsin was wavering. h.e.l.l, even Igensard had collapsed.

But Morn Hyland had given Cleatus the opening he needed.

With an air of defeat, Len conceded the floor. He seemed to be the only one in the room besides Cleatus who'd grasped the significance of Hyland's last revelation.

"Thank you, Mr. President." This time the FEA left his place and ascended the dais. Now it was essential for him to dominate the Council. He took any advantage he could get: elevation; physical presence; fear.

With an effort of will that made him sweat, he kept his tone mild. He would lose even more ground if any hint of his underlying desperation showed; if he betrayed by any word or inflection or gesture that he was fighting for his life.

Some of the votes were hostile. But most of them were simply frightened; scared out of their small minds by proton cannon and mutation and treason. Deliberately Cleatus set himself to direct their fear where it would do the most good.

"Members, it's time for action." The voice of reason, stating the irrefutable, pointing out the inevitable. "Ensign Hyland's story has made that obvious. It's urgent that you reach a decision now. As she said herself, if you don't act before Punisher Punisher's command module and Trumpet Trumpet reach reach Calm Horizons Calm Horizons, nothing you do will make a difference.

"You don't need me to tell you that it's the task of this body and this session to make a difference."

Determined to succeed, he forced himself to relax against the podium.

"You have two choices. Only two, that I can see. The UWB Senior Member's Bill of Severance. Or my proposal to decharter the UMCP so that they can be rechartered with a new director. You must pa.s.s one or the other.