More deception all around, Alexia thought grimly. “He was trying to protect us,” she said. “And he...he communicated with me, Damon.” She touched her temple. “Here. In my mind.”
Like a child playing Simon Says, Damon touched his own forehead. “Yes,” he said. “I heard him, as well. ‘Protect,’ he said. ‘Save.’”
“Then he didn’t become a monster when he changed. He retained at least some of his intelligence, his loyalty. He tried to warn me. He said that someone was coming, and right after that the double agent showed up. He said something about an attack, and war. Somehow he must have known what the Expansionists had planned for the colony.”
“How?” Damon asked, riveted by her words.
“I don’t know. Between the time you last saw his body and he came to me as an Orlok, anything could have happened. If Lysander was the Opir he followed, he could have overheard Lysander conspiring to attack the colony.”
Damon looked away. “Alexia,” he said heavily, “I didn’t plan to burden you with this, since he can no longer do any harm. But I believe Michael had some part in stealing your patch.”
Alexia stood up so suddenly that she shoved the cot, Damon still on it, seven or eight centimeters across the floor. “What did you say?” she asked, her heart freezing in her chest.
“I didn’t want to share my suspicions,” he said, “because I had no proof. But now it seems evident to me that Theron does not have the patch. He would have no use for it here. It appears more and more likely that Expansionist operatives took it.”
“What the hell does that have to do with Michael?”
“Someone from Aegis must have told the operatives what to look for. There were many aspects of your partner’s behavior when he learned your patch was gone that seemed strange to me, and—”
“Strange?” she echoed. “To you, who have admitted that you can’t control or understand your own emotions?” She heard the cruelty of her words but was too furious to stop. “I know you never liked him, but to accuse him now, when he has no way to defend himself...”
The cot creaked as Damon got up. “I should not have told you.”
“Setting aside the fact that he would have no motive, how do you think he managed to do it?”
“I have no theory as to his motive,” Damon said softly, moving to the small window.
“Oh, that’s just wonderful.” She glared at him, wondering how any person could go from love to hate, from sympathy to antagonism so quickly. “Do you have any idea what he sacrificed to be an agent? How loyal he was...how dedicated to his work?”
“I know he was your friend, Alexia.”
“And you expect me to think you’re—” She stopped, arrested by a thought that no longer seemed so ridiculous. “Are you jealous, Damon? Jealous of how I felt about Michael and he felt about me?”
He turned to look at her. “I have no reason to be jealous of a man who—” He broke off and looked away again. “You said you were not lovers.”
“No. But if you think that gives you the right to dishonor his memory...”
He’s not dead, she reminded herself. “You’re calling him a traitor, not only to Aegis, but to me. No dhampir would ever go over to the enemy. It’s never been done in the whole history of the Enclaves.” She strode across the room to confront him. “How can you possibly justify such a bizarre claim? A feeling?”
He didn’t answer, and Alexia was left to pace from one wall to the other and back again, too enraged to think.
Except to remember, again, what Michael had said after he’d changed.
Coming. Signal. Attack. Warn. War.
Automatically Alexia reached for the communicator, but she had left it in the room Emma had assigned her in the east dormitory. Suddenly it seemed necessary—no, imperative—that she look at it again, study it carefully as she should have done when Michael had given it to her.
Without a word to Damon, she grabbed her pants, pulled them on and rushed out the door. The colony was still quiet, but dawn was breaking and all the lanterns, widely scattered across the commons, had been put out. She found the device where she had left it on the neatly made-up cot, along with her belt and her cleaned boots. Nothing else of her clothing had been worth saving. She snatched up the communicator and held it in her trembling hand.
As before, it appeared featureless with its beetle-black shell. But after a minute of careful examination, she found the nearly invisible recessed button at one end. She pressed on it, and a touch screen lit up, marked with only two symbols. One was the emblem for Aegis: the famous da Vinci Vitruvian Man with arms outstretched within a circle and square superimposed over the figure’s legs. The other was a red square.
It was flashing.
Alexia’s fingers almost lost their grip on the device before she could touch the square. Immediately the flashing stopped, and a blue screen took the place of the two symbols, a field covered with small print spelling out terse sentences Alexia took in at a glance.
Message received re: colony. Strike force deployed. Maintain position. Report only in emergency. Do not intervene.
As soon as she had finished reading, the screen went blank. Even the symbols disappeared.
Alexia dropped the communicator on the cot. Strike force. From Aegis. They were deployed only in the rare case of a situation where more than the usual agent pairs were required for an assignment, where stealth and speed and force were all equally vital. Its operatives were heavily armed and trained to go in quickly, complete their missions and get out without regard to the Armistice or the rules of the Zone. In case of casualties, no bodies would be left behind, nor any other evidence that they had ever been in the Zone at all.
Using them meant that Aegis was willing to risk a complete breaking of the Armistice.
Coming. Signal. Attack. Warn. War.
Someone had sent a message calling in the strike force. Had it been Michael? Was that the signal he was talking about? What had he told them that would cause Aegis to act so precipitously? Even if he had learned the Expansionists’ plans for the colony, how could that be a good enough reason for Aegis to bypass all diplomatic channels?
And why hadn’t Michael told her?
He did, she thought. Just not soon enough.
Frantically she grabbed for the communicator again and punched on the button. Nothing happened. As far as she could tell, the device was dead. “Alexia?”
Damon stood in the doorway, dressed in the same tunic and pants she wore but cut in a masculine style. She saw her terror reflected in his eyes.
“You were right, Damon,” she said, her voice shaking. “Michael was keeping secrets. I don’t know why he didn’t tell me, but he sent a signal to Aegis requesting a strike force, and they’re on their way. Do you know what that means?”
He knew. His concern hardened to a mask of grim resolve.
“War,” he said.
Chapter 18
“Why?” Theron asked, leaning on the table with his hair loose and undressed around his shoulders. “Why should your people attack us? We have heard nothing from the Council at all, nothing from the Expansionists in weeks that would suggest a motive. What could have happened to provoke this?” He fixed his intimidating stare on Alexia. “What did your partner tell them?”
“I don’t know,” Alexia said, meeting his gaze steadily. “I’m by no means certain the strike force actually plans to move on the colony at all. I have simply told you what the message said, and what happened from the time Damon met with us.”
She hadn’t wavered under the fury of the Bloodmaster’s attention, but Damon moved closer to her nevertheless, interposing himself slightly between her and the table at which she sat. The other members of Theron’s local council—Sergius, Emma and six other Opiri and humans—looked on with faces drawn with worry, every one of them knowing their time was running out.
“He disappeared for a day between the time he left us and the time he returned,” Damon said. “There is much he could
have accomplished in those hours.”
“He never came within sight of the colony,” Sergius said. “How could he know enough about us to report anything to Aegis?”
Alexia bit hard on her lip. Damon rested his hand on her shoulder, knowing how much she was blaming herself for Michael’s involvement in this volatile situation.
On their way to speak to Theron, they had discussed the possibility that it was Michael’s discovery of the theft of Alexia’s patch that had motivated him to call in the strike force. But that assumed he hadn’t been involved in stealing it himself. Now it was looking increasingly likely that Damon’s “feeling” that the dhampir had taken the patch was correct.
There was much he and Alexia had told Theron, and much they had not. They hadn’t yet mentioned the patch and Alexia’s dependence on Damon’s blood to counteract her condition. Nor had they raised the subject of Damon’s “spells.”
“The only thing I am certain of,” Theron said, breaking into Damon’s thoughts, “is that neither the Council nor the Expansionists have done anything but observed from a distance.”
“They were busy killing each other,” Damon said, “and making plans to move on you.”
“Which they have not done.” Theron resumed his seat and swept his hair back with his hand. “The very existence of such strike forces is in violation of the Treaty. We know of nothing in Eleutheria that would arouse such a reaction.”
“Not directly,” Sergius said, “but we would not necessarily know of every political intrigue going on in Erebus. Perhaps the Council deliberately chose to provoke Aegis into breaking the Armistice, using the colony as a pretext.”
“Ridiculous,” Theron said. “The Expansionists might be stupid enough to try it, but not the Council. They could not conceal the kind of preparations they would need to make in order to fight another full-scale war, even if they desired it.” He hesitated. “I know several of them personally. I know the way they think. No, this did not come from the Council.”
Damon glanced at Sergius, noting the rebellion in the set of his face. The younger Opir was not pleased at having his idea so casually dismissed. But he would defer to Theron because he knew as well as Damon did that the Bloodmaster understood the politics of Erebus better than any living Opir.
“Hatred, greed and ambition are powerful motivators,” Damon said. They want to see Eleutheria destroyed. Sending the right message to Aegis would serve them by causing the Enclave to break the Treaty and spare them the effort of getting rid of you.”
“Obviously,” Sergius said. “And since the dhampir Carter sent the communication, he must have been working with the Expansionists.”
Alexia made a small sound of protest but didn’t speak. Damon squeezed her shoulder.
“It is difficult to fathom his motives, given the dhampires’ hatred for Opiri,” he said. “But I agree with Sergius. It only remains to determine what his reasons might have been.”
“If Alexia can’t figure it out,” Emma said, “how are we supposed to do it?”
“I missed something,” Alexia murmured, clenching her fists on the table. “Something important. My partner was angry when Damon came. More angry than he should have been, but I didn’t pay enough attention.”
“What of the attacks on you and Damon?” Sergius asked.
“Now that you have confirmed that your people were not in the area firing at intruders,” Damon said, “we cannot be sure of the identities of any of the shooters. The first may or may not have been the Council agents assigned to keep me and Agent Fox together, the ones I found dead later.”
Theron smiled tightly. “Peculiar, is it not, that the Council sent you to keep the dhampires away from the colony, but you brought one of them directly to us instead.”
Since the answer to that unspoken question involved far too much private emotion, Damon spoke with care. “Priorities can rapidly change in the field,” he said, “and it became apparent to me that Council orders were not as important as dealing with what came to light as a result of Lysander’s revelations.”
“You made the correct choice,” Theron said. He looked at Alexia. “Both of you.”
“No,” Alexia said. “I failed. Michael tried to warn me, and I didn’t see...”
“The fact remains that he did try to warn you,” Damon said, speaking softly as if for her ears alone.
Alexia lifted her hand and touched his fingers. “I know,” she whispered. “But that doesn’t help us now.”
“And neither does wasting time trying to dissect the thinking of a dhampir traitor,” Theron said. “We must focus all our efforts on defense. Once the Council becomes aware of the intrusion, they must act, if the Expansionists don’t do so first. We will be caught in the crossfire.”
“We don’t even know what they’re coming to do,” Emma said. “Invade us? Take us prisoner? Wipe out any Expansionist operatives they can find?”
“They wouldn’t come for a purpose that minor,” Alexia said. “It has to be something much bigger. So big even the prospect of a new war doesn’t seem as bad.” She raked her slender fingers through her hair. “But on those rare occasions when they’ve been sent into the Zone, they carry through their objective regardless of loss of life on either side.”
The people at the table looked around at each other in silence.
“I have already told you I will start for the Border immediately,” Alexia said, beginning to rise, “and do what I can to intercept and explain that whatever Michael told them has to be a mistake. If they listened to him, they’ll listen to me.”
“No,” Damon said, pushing her back down. “You said yourself they will not allow themselves to be seen, let alone delayed, even by another Aegis operative. I will not allow you to put yourself at risk for no reason.”
“But I—” she began.
“Damon is right,” Theron said. “You must be here if and when an attack comes. Perhaps then your words will be of use.”
“In the meantime,” Sergius said, “we must decide how we can best defend ourselves. Most of the Opiri here know how to shoot and can hold off any attack for a time.”
“They could move today,” Alexia said. “Do you have enough daygear for all the Opiri willing to fight?” She glanced around at the others. “If they’re intent on getting inside these walls, you’ll have to kill all of them to stop them. And you have to find them first.”
“We will send our own scouts to meet them before they get close,” said one of the other Opiri, a female with short-cropped hair and unusually light eyes. She glanced from Damon to Alexia. “We have enough daygear for that, and we’re still stronger and faster than either dhampires or Darketans.”
“Some of us humans are very good at fighting, too,” Emma said with a pointed smile. “And sneaking around, for that matter. We were all convicts, remember?”
“And some of you were no more than petty thieves,” Sergius said, “or less.”
Alexia stiffened. “Sergius is right,” she said in a strained voice. “They aren’t trained for this.”
“That is why we must evacuate them,” Sergius said. “Send them to the caves until this is over.”
Emma shook her head vehemently. “We ex-serfs have something here we never dreamed could exist outside the Enclaves,” she said. “Do you doubt we would defend it with our lives?”
“From your own kind?” Sergius asked mockingly. “Could you kill them, if you had to?”
“The ones who sent us to Erebus in the first place?” said the dark-haired human male named Cullen. “We aren’t Enclave citizens anymore. Whatever they want here, I doubt they’ll be too concerned with our welfare.”
“If that is true, why would there be a law against killing humans in Erebus?” Sergius asked.
“That law is a joke,” Cullen interrupted with open dislike. “Both sides know it. The strike force might not try to hurt us, but if we’re collateral damage...” He glanced at Alexia, who seemed to have some difficulty meeting his eyes
.
“I can’t tell you anything,” Alexia said in a low voice. “I wish I could. The strike force isn’t made up of agents like me and Michael. They’re specially trained. As far as Eleutheria is concerned, I think we’re all in agreement. The fate of the colony is our fate.”
“I don’t think—” Sergius began.
“We could simply surrender,” Theron said.
Everyone fell silent. Then they all began to talk at once.
“Out of the question—”
“They’ll only—
“What makes you think—”
“Silence!” Theron said, his voice booming across the table. He swept his gaze over each of the council members in turn. “We built this colony on the precepts of peace, cooperation and freedom. We knew that this great idea might not survive the first time it was put into practice. I appreciate your willingness to die for it, but martyrdom will serve nothing. We must be alive to serve as living proof that this philosophy is viable.”
“You can’t surrender to a strike force,” Alexia said urgently. “It’s not an army. Since we have no idea what their orders are, there is no guarantee a mass surrender will make any difference.”
“Regardless of their reason for entering the Zone in force,” Theron said, “they surely have no intention of killing indiscriminately. If we fight, we cannot negotiate. If we put up no resistance, however, bloodshed, if there is to be any, will be minimized.”
“There will be bloodshed,” Sergius said in a tone just short of contempt. “If any Expansionists or Council agents are in the area, they will fight. Projectiles and bullets are no respecters of persons. If the Aegis operatives don’t attempt to kill us, someone else will.” He stood to face Theron. “As you so wisely said, when we began this colony, we knew the obstacles we would face and that a time would come when we would be compelled to make a difficult decision. Now that time has come.”
Damon watched Sergius out of the corner of his eyes. Nikanor, as he had been in Erebus, had never been particularly passionate about anything except long philosophical discussions, all on a theoretical plane. Like most Opiri, his emotional range had always been limited, particularly compared with Theron.
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