SGR 2322-3174:
For: 267
Against:243
Within seconds the Majority Leader had returned to the podium. “Thank you all for following reason and logic in performing your solemn duties. Per Constitutional mandate, until the next election the Prime Ministership shall pass to Speaker of the Assembly Luis Barrera, a man I have known for many years and in whom I can confidently entrust the safety of the Alliance. Speaker?”
Barrera appeared out of nowhere beside Gagnon at the podium. They exchanged a firm yet collegial handshake; then Barrera stood alone.
“Citizens of the Earth Alliance, of all free space, in service of the future of this great Alliance I humbly accept the position of Prime Minister. Under my leadership and the guidance of a new administration, we will not allow terrorists and insurgents and rebels to threaten our way of life, our freedoms or our safety. We will take the fight to them, we will show them no quarter and we will emerge victorious.”
In an archway along the left wall of the chamber, offstage and off-camera, Marcus Aguirre smiled.
79 Space, North-Central Quadrant
Border of Senecan Federation Space
Alex rested her elbows on her knees and a palm at her chin. She felt far, far better this morning. Better than she had expected. Of course, she’d never been shot before so she didn’t exactly have anything to compare it to. She doubted she’d be running a marathon or hiking mountains today, but only a very observant person would notice she was injured at all.
“So what are we going to do once we get to Romane? I mean if we’re truly being hunted, I damn sure want to find out why.”
She felt his hands rest on her shoulders from behind. He began kneading the muscles up to the curve of her neck. “At this point we have to assume we are being hunted. I can’t get a handle on why, though. A number of people are aware of the alien threat now and—”
She frowned and twisted around, ignoring the dull twinge in her side. “You think this is about the aliens and not the war? Why—”
In an instant his expression morphed from thoughtfulness and affection to…horror? Cold hardness and perhaps even fury.
He backed away from the couch in an explosion of movement. “What in the bloody hell is—Jesus!”
“What’s wrong?”
His hand ran violently down his face. “Turn on the news feed….”
“What is—” Her message indicator began flashing angrily, along with an unfamiliar yellow alert. She waved the news feed on as she opened it.
Earth Alliance Military Police Order:
You are requested to report to Military Headquarters in San Francisco for questioning regard—
On the embedded screen, front and center, floated an image of Caleb.
“Caleb Andreas Marano, an agent with the Senecan Federation Division of Intelligence, has been named as the prime suspect in the horrific bombing of EASC Headquarters in Vancouver, Earth yesterday. He should be considered armed and extremely dangerous, so approach with caution.”
Her focus started to shift to him, but froze mid-motion when the image on the screen transitioned—to one of her.
“Mr. Marano was last seen in the company of Alexis Mallory Solovy. Ms. Solovy is the estranged daughter of EASC Director of Operations Admiral Miriam Solovy and the deceased Commander David Solovy, a well-known hero of the First Crux War. Ms. Solovy is being sought for questioning, but is not currently considered a suspect in the bombing itself.”
“’Estranged’? Thanks, Mom….”
Her eVi continued to blink and beep as an avalanche of messages rolled in; she silenced the entire interface to concentrate on him.
He paced in even greater agitation than the previous night, his eyes dark and ominous. She found herself reminded of her very first impression of him: dangerous.
“Caleb, what the hell is happening here?”
His jaw had clenched into a razor-sharp edge. “Apparently since they failed to kill me, they decided to frame me for mass murder instead.”
He sank against the wall and brought his hands up to seize his jaw in a death grip. “Goddammit! This is fucked up beyond all reason.”
“I’m sorry. This is my fault. I shouldn’t have forced you to go to Earth.” She stood to go over to him.
His hands fell away from his jaw. “No.” He met her halfway and grasped both sides of her face. “It was worth it, no matter what happens. And you didn’t force me—I chose to go.”
A smile pulled at her lips, but refused to materialize. “Is it possible EASC is blaming you solely because they have evidence you were there? To put a face on the enemy?”
“Maybe….” He resumed pacing, though it had gained a more methodical, deliberate quality. “The thing is, the information I saw—before I was locked out of Division’s network, as it appears I now am—indicated we had no idea who ordered the bombing. I’m not at all convinced Seneca is responsible.”
“Who else would do it? Terrorists, taking advantage of the war as an opportunity to sow chaos?”
“Conceivably. Still, that scenario doesn’t jibe with the hit on us or Volosk.”
“You think they’re related to the bombing?”
He came to an abrupt stop. “They are now.”
With a deep breath he visibly willed himself in control. More of the barely restrained rage seeped away. “Okay. We already suspected someone or a group was manipulating events to trigger the war. The bombing could easily be part of it. Any reluctance on the part of the Alliance will evaporate if they believe Seneca attacked their military leadership. And killing me would obviously prevent me from proving I didn’t do it. In which case I’m only a pawn, a convenient patsy.”
“Why kill me though?”
“Same reason.” He gave her a smile, yet his expression was so troubled. “You know I didn’t do it.” The smile faded into concentration. “But why kill Volosk? It’s impossible his murder is unrelated.”
She found she had joined him in pacing, worrying at her lower lip while they crisscrossed the cabin. There was something ticking at the back of her mind….
She grabbed his shoulder as they passed one another, her eyes lighting up. “You know what you and I, Volosk and EASC Headquarters have in common? The Metis report—” and darkening again “—but others have it, too. Dr. LaRose, for one.”
“Well, what’s his status?”
She queried the exanet and scanned the results. “No mention of an attack…hold on.” The scan had also picked up an unread message in her eVi…so she was a little behind in reading her messages. She had been shot.
“I have a request from him for another hard copy of the data. It seems one of his researchers took the disk home—and never returned.”
“To work?”
“To anywhere.”
A frown grew across his face, tugging his mouth downward. “Okay, that’s…suspicious.”
The frown deepened into a full grimace. “But still, you were right before—a lot of people have seen the information. Director Delavasi, analysts and scientists on both sides, the rest of the EASC Board, probably our Director of Defense and Field Marshal. The secret’s out. And they didn’t try to kill LaRose—the report is simply missing.”
He shook his head. “I’m not convinced it isn’t about the war. If there is a conspiracy, the conspirators would absolutely want to eliminate us before we exposed it. And Volosk had the assassination autopsy reports…is that what got him killed?” He pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration. “Is he dead because I pulled him into this mess?”
“He’s dead because they’re bad guys. And while they haven’t tried to kill LaRose, what if they killed his researcher?”
He nodded. “Right, the report. I wonder—”
She was pacing rapidly now, any ache from her wounds forgotten and fire now animating her irises. “Not the report. The hard copy of the raw data. Others saw the report, but I only made four copies of the raw data: for us, EASC, LaRose and Volosk.”
Her gaze shot up to meet his. “We missed something.”
“What do you mean?”
“There’s something else in the data I captured. Something important.”
He stared at her, slowly letting out a weighty breath. “Do you realize what you’re saying?”
“That the aliens are already among us, or at least have agents working on their behalf? Yes, I do.”
“Just making sure.”
“Do you disagree?”
He shrugged gamely. “No…I don’t believe I do. Because you know what? Last night wasn’t the first time on this mission someone’s tried to kill me. With everything that’s happened I had almost forgotten about it, but three merc ships attacked me on the way to Metis. That’s why I opened fire on you in the first place—I thought you were one of them.”
She groaned. “And that’s what the job was about….”
“What job?”
“Right before I left for Metis, I was offered an absurd amount of money to go to work for the government overseeing the Alliance’s deep space exploration program. The Minister for Extra-Solar Development practically fell on his knees begging me to accept the post, and accept it immediately. I don’t see how anyone knew where I was headed, but it has to be related. Dammit, I knew something was up with that.” With a sigh she flopped down on the couch and opened an aural.
He resumed a more leisurely pacing, and after a moment gave a wry laugh. “Are we actually saying there is both a conspiracy to foment war and a conspiracy to conceal the nature of the aliens? Stretches the limits of credulity a little far.”
His eyes rolled at the ceiling. “Unless it’s all one conspiracy—they instigate a war to soften us up ahead of the invasion and ensure we’re so busy killing each other we’ll be unable to mount an effective response. Nope, that’s crazy. Right?”
She glanced up distractedly. “Hell if I know. You’re the spy.” She had begun scrolling through the data files, looking for the answer. The reason.
And with a blink it leapt out at her. In retrospect, it was blindingly obvious and she was a svoloch for missing it. “I found it.”
“Seriously?”
“Perhaps not all of it, but I found one rather important detail we missed. It’s the TLF wave. I pegged the terahertz as communications in part due to the way it permeated, spreading out across the area as if to blanket the ships. The TLF though….”
She met his gaze. “It’s coming from the portal. More specifically, from the inside of the portal. See, here? The furthest the wave can be traced back to is the center of the portal, at which point it’s mid-waveform.”
“Damn. But is it enough to kill over?”
“For one thing, I’m not sure it’s necessarily a high threshold—see Exhibit A, the fleet of superdreadnoughts. For another, if it draws attention to the portal itself—and to whatever is on the other side of it—then to them it very well could be. Remember, nothing in the universe emits waves at so low a frequency. So the question becomes, what does?”
She fixated on the aural as her fingertips drummed a staccato étude on her thigh. “There’s one way to find out.”
“You want to go back to Metis? It’ll be risky.”
“Not that risky. I’ll need a new dampener field module though. Ken can probably bring one to Romane and—”
“Ken? Another ‘good friend’ of yours?”
She returned his smirk in full. “Ken is a she and yes, albeit not in the way you’re implying.”
He chuckled, but she saw the strain still pulling at the corners of his eyes and the edges of his mouth. “Okay. This is a good plan. I’m in.”
Her voice dropped to a tentative whisper. “I’m glad…but I’m not certain you grasp the full extent of the ‘plan.’”
An eyebrow rose. “And it would be?”
“We’ll see what we find when we get to Metis, but…I expect to find answers we will need to go through the portal.”
“Through the portal. Alex, I may be crazy, but you are insane.”
She grinned hopefully. “Is that a problem?”
He closed the distance between them and draped his arms over her shoulders. “No. In fact, it might be one reason I—” an odd light flickered across his eyes “—think you’re kind of amazing.”
A tingle of dizzying pleasure raced down her spine to her toes. She kissed him softly. Languidly. For a moment the fact people were trying to kill them and they were now wanted fugitives didn’t matter so much.
She sank deeper into his arms, letting him envelop her. “Maybe the key to clearing your name is on the other side of the portal.”
He nodded against her lips. “Maybe the key to defeating those aliens is on the other side of the portal.”
“Yeah, that too.”
Richard. Mom.
You need to understand Caleb did not do this. Irrespective of any moral, philosophical or political considerations, he was with me every second he wasn’t under military guard. It is a physical impossibility for him to have played any role whatsoever.
Something else is going on here. Something far more sinister than a mere civil war or even a mere alien invasion. I plan to find out what it is.
In the meantime, Richard, it would be awesome if you could clear his name (and mine). Someone deliberately framed him. If I know you, it should really rankle you. It also means this war truly IS a lie.
Mom, do try to prevent the aliens from destroying Earth, and as many other worlds as is feasible, until we can return with answers.
— Alex
She sat cross-legged on the floor with her back against the couch. While Caleb reached out to whoever he could in search of any information—answers were too much to hope for—she cleared out the deluge of messages. Most of them she deleted without reply; many without reading. Not all of them, though.
Alex,
Love, have you gone and gotten yourself mixed up in this sodding war? Daft idea, if you ask me—which of course you never have. Protect that lovely ass of yours and try not to die, please? The world would be a darker place without you in it.
— Ethan
She smiled to herself—as much at memories of a simpler time as at the message itself—and sent a quick reply.
I’ll do what I can to not die. I make no promises regarding the state of my ass, however.
And…thank you.
— Alex
When the backlog had finally been obliterated she sent a livecomm request.
“Ken, you got a second?”
“I’m just going to go ahead and assume this little unpleasantness is a small misunderstanding, or a frame job, or simply the fog of war. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, but it’s worse than you know. I need a favor.”
“Always.”
“I need you to bring a new dampener field module to Romane.”
“What’s wrong with your current one?”
“I blew it out running from the aliens. I didn’t tell you at dinner the other night?”
“No, you neglected to mention it. I told you to watch the power spikes.”
“I know, I know. I panicked. In fairness, I had good reason.”
“True enough. When do you need it by?”
“As soon as you can get it there. Yesterday should be fine.”
“Right. I was leaving for Messium in the morning, but I can leave tonight and swing by Romane first.”
“We’ll be at the Exia Spaceport, Bay D-24. You’re the best.”
“I really am. I’ll get to meet him now, won’t I?”
“Yes….”
80 Romane
Independent Colony
Mia paced around the open space of the gallery office, prepping for the day ahead. Her movements were unhurried; in truth it was more of a stroll than a pace.
She liked to come in early, when the gallery and the neighborhood outside were quiet and peaceful. Here, unhurried by the daily frenzy which inevitably came with the dawn, she could consider what she mu
st do, what she needed to do and what she hoped to do, and plan accordingly. On good days there was plenty of time for the last category. On bad ones, unexpected ones and surprising ones…well, she just rolled with it.
This day included a tour group from a local elementary in the morning, gallery open hours interrupted by a lunch meeting at a business owners’ industry association, and the continuation of Ledesma’s exhibit from mid-afternoon until late in the evening. A busy day to be sure. But she enjoyed the exhibit, so not a bad one.
She was reviewing the discussion topic for the lunch meeting when her eVi flashed a custom alert. She had a number of flagged items for which her eVi maintained a constant passive filter; if one of them showed up in any major news feed, she was notified.
Seven alerts cascaded in before she finished reading the initial one. She sank against her desk with a long sigh. “Oh, Caleb darling, you truly have gotten yourself into a mess this time….”
A hand rose to her chin. Her gaze drifted to the windows on the far wall, where the first rays of light from one of Romane’s two suns began to peek over the horizon. After a moment she pivoted and walked out of the office, pulsing Jonathan as she strode through the empty exhibit room.
Can you cover the tour group for me this morning?
Uh, sure…how much trouble can twenty nine year-olds be?
I’m not going to respond to that question except to say ‘thank you.’
Once the doors to the gallery had closed behind her she sent Caleb a message, presuming he was far too occupied to answer a pulse at the moment.
Caleb,
I’ll have the items you—both of you—will need ready by the time you arrive.
— Mia
She paused briefly on the sidewalk to consider her options, then headed to the parking lot. She’d go home first, to her very private and very secure office. From there she could hack the entry records and create an ID, which were the most important components. Then if there was time, she’d go shopping.
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