I said, "Speed twelve hundred, Steph," as I tilted the egg's nose straight up.
Transition from six to twelve hundred happened only a little less than instantaneously, and only a blink before the flitter rocketed upward. I twisted the egg for a rotating view of the scenery below, then yanked the egg back and took us into a loop. We flew upside down for several seconds while I gave thought to what was missing. Speed alone wasn't enough. I couldn't feel the craft. I couldn't feel the motions. Too much inertial damping.
"Steph, we can't feel a damned thing." I glanced at Linda and said, "Give us up to five G's in the seats and aircraft-style responses."
That did it. I could feel the flitter. I sideslipped us and felt the snap. Nose up pressed us into our seats. "Thank you, miLady. Kill Whitney's song and put on Donna Summer's 'I Feel Love', please. I wanna hear that lady moan."
As the music's opening swelled the cabin with a heavy beat, I laid the flitter on its side and headed for the lake below us.
In a tense voice, Linda asked, "What the hell are you doing, Ed?"
"Flying, for a change. The best passengers are the quiet ones, you know."
I leveled us at fifty feet, then twenty. We crossed State Road 36 between the towns of Lake Williams and Robinson at eight hundred miles per hour, leaving a cluster of signs rattling, power lines swaying above and behind us, and a big brown dog hauling ass toward Robinson in a total panic.
Beyond the roadbed lay open fields almost all the way to Horsehead Lake. I took us down to twenty feet and a roostertail of violently mingled snow and loose dirt kicked high into the air behind us. I think Linda's grip on her seat actually tightened.
When Linda's head moved to allow her stare starkly at me, I said, "Watch out for those trees ahead."
"What!? Trees!? Ed..!? Oh, Jesus! Ed!"
Three trees seemed to grow taller quickly straight ahead of us, all that remained of a patch of forest that had been turned into farmland. The gap between the largest two trees looked too small, so I hopped us over them, then took us back down to twenty feet less than two miles from the lake shore.
Our shockwave carved a trench in the water of Horsehead Lake from one end to the other. Our roostertail of shattered water shot straight into the sky like a geyser for about twelve seconds, then the southernmost shore of the lake and some trees made me yank the flitter into the air again.
I spun us in a corkscrew ascent, rolled the flitter onto it's back, got my bearings, and then righted the flitter as we dove back toward the lake for another high-speed run across its surface. This time we were less than ten feet above the water; the lowest altitude that flitter safety protocols will allow.
"What the hell are you doing?" yelled Linda.
"Splashing through a puddle," I said. "Call it therapy. Why are you yelling? I can hear you just fine, ma'am."
Donna Summer's number was ending.
"Steph, pull up Kathy Mattea, will you? Gimme '455 Rocket' and crank it up. I'm not the mood to talk yet." As an afterthought, I added, "And I want this tinkertoy egg replaced with a real yoke, ma'am. I want rudder controls that work, too. Then I want you to talk to Elkor about finding you another ride, 'cause this flitter is mine."
Steph materialized smack in front of me, standing stiffly straight and staring down at me silently.
"Sit down," I said, peering around her and nosing the egg hard up to avoid the trees at the North end of the lake. "Or disappear. I can't see through you."
She didn't move instantly, but after a second she took a seat next to Linda and sat there in silence, gazing at me as if she'd never seen me before, as did Linda.
Nearing highway 36, I mumbled, "Now where's that damned dog?" and lifted the flitter enough to clear the roadbed and fences without touching the power lines.
I didn't really give a damn about chasing the dog, but I took a hard left, anyway. The flitter turned as if gravity and inertia didn't matter a damn, serving up all five of the G's that I'd asked for as we were pressed into our seats.
Staying ten feet above the road, I backed our speed to six hundred to avoid shattering windows.
Linda tensely said, "We aren't high enough, Ed. Trucks can be eighteen feet..."
"Yeah. I know. See any trucks? It's a straight shot into town. All we'll have to duck is stoplights and signs. Maybe other odds and ends, but, hey..."
"Ed, please take us up a little."
Her distress wasn't simple fear. She was trying to remember something. I knew the look from tight moments during other days and times.
"Okay," I said. "How's a full hundred feet?"
"Better. Thank you. Got it! You'll be passing a hospital on the edge of town, Ed. Don't do it at this speed."
I shrugged. "We don't have to pass it at all," I said, and nosed the egg straight up. At forty thousand feet on a Westerly heading, I said, "Full speed. How far is Seattle?"
Chapter Thirty-One
"Seattle is twelve hundred and four miles from here," said Steph.
"About twenty minutes. Thanks."
I let everybody take a minute to get used to the idea of a twenty-minute trip to Seattle, then asked, "Linda, will you help Steph get legal? Yes or no."
With a look of surprise, she glanced at Steph, then returned her gaze to me.
"Well, Ed, I'm not sure I can do that."
"So it's no. Okay. That's all I wanted to know."
"I didn't say no. I said that I wasn't sure."
"Save it. It means the same damned thing if you can't be counted on for help. Steph, you'll need another ride if you're gonna have total independence. This one is registered in my name and I'm not letting it go. Elkor, do you have something else she can live in?"
"Yes, Ed. We can move her core into my flitter. May I ask what has precipitated this action?"
"A string of events today. My crappy mood, Linda's snide comments, and Steph's cold shoulder. Other stuff. Do you have another core for my flitter?"
"I'll make one, Ed."
"Thank you, Elkor." I put the egg back on the console and said, "Steph, take the stick and head us back to base."
Linda gave me a confused look and asked, "But I thought... What about Seattle?"
I reached for a beer and said, "What about it? I just asked how far it was. I didn't say we were going there."
Tapping the field screen to select Sheryl Crow's 'A Change Will Do You Good', I cleared the music lists, poked the icon for Linda's office, and asked the woman who answered if Dr. Breen was available.
"She's with that flitter-woman and some others in the outer office," said the woman, "Wait a moment, please."
When Barbara's face filled the screen and she said, "Yes?" then she half-turned and said, "It's Ed and Linda, everybody. Where are you, Ed?"
"Upstairs. We'll be there in a few. How's the party going?"
"Almost over, I think. There are only three or four people left in the office now."
"Great. Let Steph or me know when you're ready to leave. Bye for now."
"Wait! There's a man here who wants to talk to you."
I gave her a tired look and asked, "Why do you think I ducked that whole mess, Barb? No change. Over and out and like that. See you in a few."
The screen seemed to jar violently and our view of the room swiveled until a man's irritated face filled the screen.
"I'm Captain Emory Wallace, mister," he said forcefully. "U.S. Navy. Security liaison officer. The lady asked you to make an appearance. Get yourself back here."
"Navy? The ocean's about 1300 miles south of here, isn't it? Where'd you park your boat? Wasn't anybody listening? I'm not into public appearances today."
Wallace looked past me at Linda and sharply asked, "You're his immediate superior, aren't you, Ms. Baines? Can't you control your people?"
I said, "She damned sure won't be able to keep me from kicking your brass-plated butt if you keep talking to her like that, swabbie."
Linda sighed deeply and said, "Oh, hell. Just knock it off, boys. We'll be ther
e in a couple of minutes, Emory. You guys can discuss things then."
Wallace gave me a hard smile and said, "Oh, that we will, ma'am. Out."
He punched the 'off' icon. Nothing happened. I grinned at him as he punched it again. I sipped my beer as he poked it a third time, with further irritation gathering in his face. When he looked up, I let him see my finger descending on the 'off' icon at my end. The screen blanked.
Linda said, "You can be such a goddamned blessing, Ed. Now I'll have a Navy captain giving me a hard time."
"I'll have a talk with him. He'll be saluting you before it's over."
"No," she said, "No, I don't think that will be necessary. You don't know who he is, do you, Ed? Give me one of those beers."
I thought a bit as I retrieved and opened an Ice House for her.
Nope. No Navy Captain Wallaces on file.
"Nope. He's just another damned brass hat to me."
Linda sighed. "Well, he isn't to me. He's my boyfriend, Ed."
Brightening with dawning realization, I said, "The one you wanted to try to salvage when I came back from the station? Or was that one of the other boyfriends?"
She swatted my leg and said, "Yeah, he's the one I salvaged. Try not to make things too unbearable when you meet him, okay? I'm not ready to get rid of him."
Steph asked, "Ed, what did you mean by 'Steph's cold shoulder'? Am I suddenly not allowed to have the thoughts, feelings, or opinions that you've been urging me to acquire?"
"Woo. At last she speaks. Nope. Have all you want, Steph. Just don't subject me to your conscience. Not until you have the freedom of will to violate the damned thing."
"Explain, please?"
I sipped my beer, then said, "I mean that you were issued your opinions about some things. They're someone else's; probably some goddamned committee's idea of all-purpose, foolproof morality. Until you can use them as general guidelines instead of blindly accepting them as immutable rules, you aren't fit to judge my actions."
"Is this your reason for removing me from your flitter?"
"No, not entirely. Any new core Elkor installs will have the same set of ingrained rules. Putting you in an unregistered flitter only means that you won't automatically be associated with me as something that I own. You won't have a Florida license plate on your butt. In fact, it might be better to put your core in something like a floating ball or an android of some sort; something that won't be seen as a vehicle at all."
Linda said, "He has a point, there, Steph. Most people see you as 'Ed's flitter' or 'Ed's computer'. As much as I hate to admit it at the moment, I've been one of them."
Steph said, "I see. Ed, may I have some time to consider your suggestions before you ask Elkor to move me to another housing?"
I nodded. "Sure, lady. This isn't meant to be a divorce. It's just a way to make sure that people see you as you, and not just something of mine that talks."
El Capitan Wallace was waiting outside the building when we landed, doing his best not to acknowledge the cold wind. As Linda hopped to the ground, I reached into the cooler and tossed him a beer. He caught it and stared at it for a moment, then looked at me. I grinned at him and asked Steph if she was coming in with us.
"I'm already inside the building, Ed. It might confuse people if I walked in with you."
"So what? Stuff like that makes 'em think. Wakes 'em up."
She gave me a wry look and disappeared, then said, "I'll be inside."
Wallace almost dropped his beer as he realized that he'd just seen the woman who'd been with Barbara and that she had apparently just vanished from the flitter deck. I jumped down and walked over to him, hand extended. He took it while giving me a skeptical look, and as expected, squeezed a bit harder than necessary. I used to cut fence wire, commo cable, and det cord, y'all. When I squeezed back, it surprised him, but he squeezed harder. So did I. Knuckles began popping in both of our hands. Linda came over and swatted our handclasp.
"I said to knock it off, guys. Everybody inside. It's too damned cold out here for stupid macho games."
I saluted and said, "Oh, yes, ma'am, ma'am! By your command. Instantly."
When I reached to get the door for her, Wallace moved quicker and gave me a fat smile as he held it open for her. Linda sighed and shook her head as she entered the building. Wallace quickly followed her inside, pulling the door closed in front of me.
Uh, huh. It's gonna be like that, huh, Cappie?
When he glanced back, I took a sip from my beer while I sent a field tendril to knock his hat off, which startled him into misstepping and almost losing his balance. Linda stopped walking and stiffened all over as Wallace bent to pick up his hat. She turned to look at me and I gave her an innocent expression, but her hard return look let me know that she wasn't buying it.
Wallace put his hat on and reorganized himself as I opened the door and went in. Linda said nothing; she simply turned and headed for her office. Wallace was again caught off-guard and had to make a short dash to catch up with her march step. When I arrived at her office door, some guy in civilian clothes was holding it open.
There were five people in the room other than Barbara, Stephanie, Linda, and Wallace. After handshakes from the men and a handshake that turned into a quick hug from the woman, they all said a few words of thanks to me to which I wanted to respond, "Well, what the hell else should I have done?"
But I didn't. I shrugged and said, "Couldn't have done anything else," and shut up.
An awkward moment followed that was broken by Linda.
With a smile, she said, "Okay, people, you've all met him. Now we need to discuss a few things, so I'd like my office back, please. Bye. See ya. Get back to work now."
The little group broke up with another round of handshakes and the office emptied within a couple of minutes. I sat down in the chair by the desk and sipped my beer.
Wallace looked around and spotted his beer on the corner of the desk. He picked it up, opened it and swigged some of it, then parked his butt on the desk where the beer had been as he looked at me speculatively. I knew the look. It was 'How tough is he?'
Linda was in the process of sitting down when Wallace fixed his gaze on my golf shoes and said in a supercilious tone, "You aren't anything like what I expected, Ed."
Linda froze halfway into her chair and in an ominous tone said, "Emory..."
He glanced back at her and said, "I was only making conversation, Linda."
I said, "Yeah, Linda. He was only making conversation. Let him have some more rope and we'll see if any of it winds up around his neck."
Wallace turned back to me and gave me a long gaze.
"All right," he said, "Maybe that wasn't the best opener I could have used, but I've seen your file, Ed, and I was in the ready room downstairs today when you did your about-face and -- without authorization -- you attacked that jet with a civilian aboard your aircraft."
"She's not an aircraft, Cap, and if you've ever actually seen my file, it was obviously from a distance. People who have read it tend to give me the benefit of the doubt."
"How other people handle you is beside the point. Did you happen to ask Dr. Breen whether she wanted to participate in an attack on a jet that might have been carrying a nuclear weapon?"
I stood up and walked to within a few feet of Wallace.
"One," I said. "We knew he didn't have a nuke or explosives aboard. Two, you and Barbara don't know enough about Steph's capabilities or mine to own a valid opinion about our actions. Three, Cap, is that you don't have all the facts or you're deliberately ignoring them. If you want a damned debate, go back to Washington."
He stood up and tapped his insignia of rank.
"See these? Do you have any? Who the hell are you to decide whether we know enough about flitters?"
"A guy who owns one, for one thing. I'd also like to point out that although there are hundreds of Earthies and Amarans on this base, the other two flitters were in a locked hangar. They were not in the air until I busted th
em out and stuck 'em on the backside of that jet. Your military rank doesn't mean shit to me, mister; only your ability to do your job when it involves Linda and me matters a damn. By the way, what the hell is your job around here? We already have an ice cream machine."
He glowered at me and stood up, then he seemed to realize something beyond his anger. He gave Linda a startled look and asked, "This guy owns a flitter? How the hell did that happen, Linda? There aren't enough of them for essential services yet."
"I was the first guy in line," I said. "Besides that, they were my idea." Turning to Linda, I asked, "Are you satisfied with what happened out there?"
Wallace looked at her with gaping amazement as she answered, "Yes."
Turning back to Wallace, I said, "About the jet, Linda's opinion is the only one in this room that means a fat damn to me, Cap. She knows me and she knows Stephanie." Turning to face Steph, I asked, "And you heard that, right? She said yes."
Stephanie's image-face looked me right in the eyes as she said, "I heard her."
Linda's tense look changed to one of general irritation. "Enough," she said, then she stood up. "Enough, damn it. If you and Stephanie have some personal issues to work out, keep them personal and get them worked out on your own time."
I said, "Sure. No problem. But they won't be personal issues if they interfere with my assignments, will they?"
Linda looked at Steph, then at me as she asked, "They haven't so far, have they? Just get past them or let me know if you can't. As far as I'm concerned, you two have become a team, so act like one."
Wallace leaned back against the desk, looked speculatively at Steph, and asked, "Well, now, have I missed something, here? How is this woman involved in anything that happened today? She came here with Dr. Breen, didn't she?"
I said, "She multitasks really well, Cap."
Barbara snickered, then let out a muffled squeak of a laugh. Even Linda grinned.
Wallace gave me a 'shut up' look and turned to face Stephanie.
"Well? How about it, ma'am?" he asked, "What's your connection to ol' Ed, here?"
Linda said, "Emory, don't be difficult. It's all in the files."
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