by Isaac Asimov
Ariel approached Bogard. “You will not admit anyone except me unless you receive an explicit command otherwise.”
“Coded?”
“I will say...” Ariel paused. What would she say that would identify her? She wondered if she were being a little too paranoid. She glanced at Mia on the sofa and decided that too much might be just enough. “I will say ‘Avernus in Perihelion’ and you will match my voice pattern.”
“I understand. What are your instructions regarding the visiting robot?”
“Log its identification. Admit no other without my authorization.”
“I understand. Have a pleasant day, Ms. Burgess.”
Ariel left her apartment with a shudder of relief, as if she had just escaped. Bogard made her anxious and she resented that. No robot should cause ill ease in a human. She wondered at Mia’s evident trust in it. Perhaps it took a Terran to come to terms with such a mechanism.
And it had saved her life...
At the end of a short hallway, Ariel boarded a tube. “Embassy level E,” she told the mechanism. Several seconds later, she stepped out of the transport into the lobby of her department.
A vaguely humaniform robot occupied the small reception desk. Few Terrans ever came here. Hofton, Ariel’s aide, leaned over its shoulder, watching something on its screen. Hofton looked up briefly and nodded, then gave a quick instruction to the robot.
“Ariel,” he said, moving to open her office door for her, “it’s already shaping up to be one of ‘Those Days’.”
“I thought it would.” She entered her office and immediately switched on the subetheric. “Who called first?”
“They all called at the same time. I was tempted to draw straws to see who I answered first. I decided etiquette demanded it be Setaris. She wants to talk to you, though–she wouldn’t discuss anything with me. Next was Gale Chassik from the Solarian embassy. He wants to know the official position of the Auroran business community. I told him we were officially staying put. What certain individuals chose to do was no indication of general policy.”
“Good.” Ariel sat down at her desk and punched the code for Ambassador Setaris. “Third?”
“Benen Yarick.”
Ariel scowled. She wished Yarick would just talk to Setaris and leave her alone. Ariel felt as if her allotment of understanding and patience were being fast used up.
“Just give me a list of the others,” she told Hofton... Forward no more calls till I say. I’m not in yet.”
“Of course.”
“Try to get an official release from the police.”
“I imagine that the TBI have assumed control of the investigation, as usual.”
“I don’t care who it’s from. They’d be great.” She made a shooing gesture. “I have to joust with windmills now.”
Hofton almost smiled as he backed from the room.
Setaris appeared on her com. “Ariel, good morning.”
“Ambassador.”
“Please tell me you have good news.”
“Well, yes and no. I spent the balance of yesterday talking to our people. A large number of them had already decided not to leave. Not the majority, but enough to surprise me. I managed to use that and a little arm twisting to get most of the rest to agree not to run. I’ll need you to sign off on some concessions, but I didn’t break the budget.”
“I’m sure anything you promised will be reasonable.”
“I appreciate your confidence. I’m afraid, though, that there will still be a very visible number bailing out, but that leaves nearly eighty percent of our people willing to wait and see.”
“That’s not as bad as I thought... so is that the good news?” Setaris asked.
“That’s the good part. Last night I spoke to Benen Yarick from Humadros’s legation. The survivors want to leave.”
Setaris looked pleased. “You did speak to Yarick. Good.”
“It’s irregular, though. I thought she should speak to you or …”
“Or who, Ariel? Go on.”
“Yarick is simply frightened. She claims that even if she brought herself to stay, her state of mind would make her virtually useless at the conference.”
“Hm. I suppose I can see her point of view, but... what did you tell her?”
“That it would be a great service to me and the Auroran population here if she reconsidered. As I said, I couldn’t convince Yarick to stay, but she said she would talk to the others. I have to return her call this morning. I’m hoping she can tell me they’re staying.”
“I sympathize with them, of course, but...”
“Is there anyone else on staff that could step in for them if they all left?” Ariel asked.
Setaris sighed. “No, not really. I’m afraid my credibility in this matter doesn’t extend quite that far. My position on certain elements of what Humadros proposed is too well known to the Terran delegates. I opposed on principle too much of it to be taken seriously. Oh, and speaking of credibility, I’m starting to get calls about the robotic side of this. Which reminds me. I should have called you last night to tell you, but now is as good a time as then. As of this morning, your credentials have been modified to include ambassadorial authority.”
Ariel felt abruptly uneasy. “What prompted this?”
“Let me see...’Because of the nature of this crisis,’ “Setaris quoted, evidently reading something off-screen,” ‘the liaison from the Calvin Institute has been granted temporary modification of plenipotentiary status.’”
“What ‘nature of crisis’ prompted this?”
“The fact that you are the most senior embassy official still alive. Except for me. All I have is junior legates and trainees. And because of the positronic element. The Terrans are claiming a breakdown of the RI at Union Station. You’re our positronic expert on the ground, so now you’ll be seconded to my department to deal with diplomatic matters relating to the situation. Anything major, of course, you clear with me first, but... congratulations.”
Ariel was silent for a few moments. “Have you heard anything concrete from the authorities?”
“They’re blaming Managins.”
“You don’t sound as if you accept that.”
“The Managins are a nuisance, certainly, but do you believe they could mount something like this?” Setaris shook her head. “It seems they really have no idea, so they’re letting the media dictate explanations. I’ll never get used to the Earther taste for the salacious and the absurd.”
Ariel glanced at her appointment scroll, just now coming up. “I have another day of dealing with Auroran irrationality. It’s the same thing, different character.”
Setaris frowned.
“Not an opinion,” Ariel added, “I share with anyone other than those who already know.”
Setaris’s frown changed to a wry smile. “Of course.”
“Oh, I received a call–I need to follow up on this, too–from Gale Chassik. He wants our official position on this.”
“He’s being a nuisance and calling everyone. I think he wants to find inconsistencies he can exploit. Our official position is that the conference is still on and we will wait for the Terran authorities to pronounce on the investigation before taking any other actions. We condemn the act, but we will not be precipitate.”
“I see...”
“Anything else, Ariel? I have a full roster, too.”
“No, no. Thank you. I’ll keep you informed.”
“Of course.”
The image winked out and Ariel stared at the blank space. Obviously Setaris had already been in contact with Aurora and decisions had been made. Yarick had told her that much. But Aurora could take days or weeks to come up with a policy statement. Spacer time was more leisurely than Earther time, decisions... gestated... until ready. It was one of the sore points between the two governments.
On the other hand, the pace of diplomatic exchange had increased with the piracies. Perhaps someone on Aurora had figured out that hesitation could be exp
ensive when dealing with Earth.
Ariel wondered what sort of “other actions” Aurora might take. Did they already have contingencies?
Her change of status unsettled her. Instead of being gratified at the elevation and the implicit confidence it should signify, she was suspicious. She could not help but think that they were looking for a scapegoat. Given her past, she would be perfect if things went wrong. All they would have to do is issue an official statement, strip her finally and completely of Auroran citizenship, and leave her on Earth, alone.
She entered Beren Yarick’s code.
“Good morning, Ms. Burgess,” Yarick answered promptly. “I did as you requested. Trina Korolin has agreed to stay–but she’s our most junior member. I was unable to convince Gavit Jans. Trina will also have her personal aides–two of them. I’m sorry I couldn’t do better.”
“What about–”
“I also apologize for the impersonal nature of this response. I’ve already boarded a shuttle to Kopernik. I regret not having the courage of Ambassador Humadros’s convictions. I hope you understand.”
“Damn!” Ariel punched the disconnect. A recording. She could not even stay on the ground long enough to give a personal reply.
Perhaps, Ariel thought sourly, she was worried I might actually talk her out of it.
“What a mess,” she muttered.
She entered Trina Korolin’s code.
“Good morning,” the com answered. “Ms. Korolin is temporarily unavailable. Please leave a message and a connection code.”
“Ariel Burgess, at the Auroran embassy, Calvin Institute. I would like to have a personal talk, Ms. Korolin, at your earliest convenience.”
Ariel ended the connection. She did not want to deal with Chassik yet–he could be abrasive. She looked down her list. No doubt, she knew, it would grow longer by the end of the day. Most of them would want little more than an official shoulder to cry on. They were all afraid.
She touched Hofton’s intercom. “Hofton, could you get me a list of the casualties? All of them, Terrans included. And a download from several newsnets of the attack.”
“Certainly.”
She leaned back in her chair. What about the other Spacer contingents? Of the Fifty Spacer Worlds, about a dozen had sizeable enclaves on Earth, the largest–after Aurora and Solaria–being Acrisia, Pallena, and Saon. Of the rest, only a few tourists or the one–off official on short term business. All tolled, there were perhaps sixteen or seventeen thousand Spacers residing on Earth, soon to be fewer. How were their governments reacting?
Ariel scrolled down her list, searching for calls from the other embassies. Nothing. That did not mean much, though, since they would more likely deal directly with Setaris’s office.
But that could change now.
What is it they think I can do? she wondered.
She had not told Setaris about Mia. Not that she had intended to, but now it seemed like a very shrewd decision on her part.
If I have the authority Setaris tells me I have, she thought, then why not use it?
She touched the intercom. “Hofton, find out who is heading the investigation and get me the code.”
Twelve
THE AGENT-IN-charge did not return her call. Over the course of the day, Ariel sent a request to speak to him three times, but Agent Cupra either had received none of them or was refusing to respond.
She had been surprised to learn that Special Service had taken over the investigation. Something like this should have been a TBI matter, but the Terran Bureau of Investigation had been shut out of it. In a way it made sense–it had been a Special Service failure in the first place, a smear on their reputation at best, a reason to turn the entire Service upside down and inside out in a search for blame at worst, so they would be strongly motivated to solve the matter. Nevertheless, Earthers tended to be traditional, and tradition alone would dictate that the TBI run the investigation.
She scrolled down the lists Hofton had gotten for her. Casualties, survivors, relatives, addresses–Mia was the only member of Eliton’s security team who had lived. Officially, though, she was now listed as deceased.
Twenty-one dead, thirty-three wounded, not counting all those who had suffered injuries among the spectators during the stampede to escape the gallery. Humadros and most of her staff, Eliton and his two aides–those were the costliest diplomatically.
Bogard had given her the name of the agent at the med center. Ariel had Hofton find his code.
Agent Sathen was a thin-faced man with deeply-recessed blue eyes and a short growth of dark brown hair that seemed to hug his scalp like a helmet.
“Yes?”
“Agent Sathen, I’m Ariel Burgess, from the Calvin Institute.”
“Yes?” Nothing but professional, impersonal, with no hint that he would willingly tell her anything.
Ariel drew a breath. “I’m calling in regards to Mia Daventri.” Seeing his expression change to uncertainty, she made a decision then how to approach this. “I was a friend of hers.”
Sathen stared at her for a few moments, then slowly nodded. The set of his jaw relaxed. “How can I help you?”
“Tell me what happened.”
“As a friend or as a Spacer official?”
“Both. I understand she originally came in for medical treatment in company with a robot.”
“I’m no longer part of the investigation.”
“I understand that, Agent Sathen. I’m interested in the part you were involved with.”
“As a friend?”
Ariel bit back her impatience. “I–” She stopped. Of course, she realized, this is being recorded. “As a friend. I met Mia on Kopernik Station when I first came to Earth.”
Sathen nodded. “I see. Well, there isn’t much to tell. I and my partner received the call to accompany an injured agent to the clinic and to stay with her till she regained consciousness. The ambulance beat us there. When we arrived, the medics had already put her in a room and started her on regeneration treatments. They couldn’t get the robot to leave, though. It didn’t interfere with them, but none of them were too happy with its presence.”
“What robot was this?”
“That special one attached to Eliton’s security team. Bogard.”
“I see. Weren’t you able to recover it?”
“It wouldn’t accept commands. Agent Daventri had evidently given it a priority to protect her and it wouldn’t accept any other direction until she released it.”
“That sounds like you understand something about robots, Agent.”
“I don’t understand a thing about them. That’s what Mr. A very explained to me.”
Ariel’s eyes widened slightly. “Derec Avery?”
Sathen nodded. “From the Phylaxis Group, yes. He showed up about five or six hours after Agent Daventri was admitted. Even he couldn’t get it to move and, as I understand it, he built the thing.”
“That is odd, but... go on, Agent Sathen. What happened?”
“Well, Mr. A very told us to leave it alone and to call him when Agent Daventri regained consciousness. Then later we were recalled. After we left the clinic, Agent Daventri’s room was destroyed, with her and the robot.”
“Why were you recalled?”
“Reassignment. My partner and I were to be attached to Vice Senator Taprin’s security team. That won’t take effect, though, till tomorrow. When the explosion occurred, we went back to the clinic. There was... nothing left.” Sathen’s mouth flexed. “Another agent was killed, too.”
“In the explosion?”
“No.”
When he did not elaborate, Ariel asked, “Any evidence who did it?”
“None. The monitors in the entire clinic went down right before the blast.”
” Isn’t it a little unusual to be recalled before an assignment is complete?”
“Yes, Ms. Burgess, it is. But then everything about this is unusual, isn’t it?”
“Yes, it is.” Ariel paused.
“Did you know Mia?”
“Not well. She seemed like a good agent.”
“May I ask who recalled you?”
“It came through our general dispatch. Normally, another team would relieve us. I thought–well, it didn’t happen. An oversight.”
“I didn’t think Special Service made mistakes.”
Sathen’s expression hardened. “We don’t. Is that all, Ms. Burgess?”
“Unless you can think of anything more.”
“I can’t think of anything I left out.”
“Thank you for your time, then, Agent Sathen.”
The screen blanked. Ariel entered the code for Agent Cupra once more and again got a recording that Cupra was unavailable, please leave name and code.
No forensics... Ariel thought.
She called up the staff registry for the clinic in which Mia was “killed” and found the head nurse that had been on duty that night.
“My shift ended at ten,” Nurse Carther explained. “But I was there when the injured agent and that–thing–came in. Dr. Jaley oversaw treatment. He just ignored it, the robot. I couldn’t, but I didn’t have to be in there with it.”
“When did the other agents arrive?” Ariel asked.
“A few minutes after we got the biomonitors connected. Agent Sathen and Agent... um, Vetter. They ran security checks on all of us. Agent Sathen was upset that he couldn’t get the robot to leave. Then a man from the Phylaxis Group showed up and he couldn’t get it out of there, either. After he left, the other two agents arrived. My shift ended about twenty minutes later and I left.”
“Who was your replacement?”
“It was supposed to be Karl Funil, but he called in sick. I’m not sure who was called in then.”
“So your relief hadn’t shown up when you left? Isn’t that irregular?”
“Most of the clinic functions are automated,” Carther explained. “If someone isn’t there for ten minutes, it’s not a problem. The physician-in-charge was there. I could check if you like, see who was called in, but more than likely it was a temp. We draw from a couple of hospital resource pools for emergencies.”
Ariel considered for a few moments. That night would have been filled with emergencies. “No, that’s all right. What other agents showed up?”
