Audacious (3 page)

“I want copies of those,” Kris said.

“Let’s talk to the duty sergeant about that.”

With a backward wave, that only brought more foul language and frustrated fire, Kris headed up the driveway. Jack cut the walk short as they came to the steps down to the basement entrance of the nearest wing. The door opened for them. L
ET ME GUESS, WE
’
RE OUTSIDE THE JAMMING AREA
? Kris said.

O
R THEY TURNED IT OFF
, Nelly answered.

Just to the right, off the wide hallway, a marine sergeant sat at his post, monitoring several screens. “Glad you made it,” he said without looking up.

“Glad we made it, too,” Kris snapped, a regal frown coming tight to her mouth. “Don’t we call out the guard or come to the aid of distressed citizens anymore?”

“We are not permitted to carry weapons on the streets of the capital, Lieutenant,” came from behind her. She turned to see Gunny Brown, shipshape and starched as if it was oh-nine early, not twenty-two something late. The buck sergeant on duty kept his eyes on the screens and let the senior NCO take over the education of a certain junior officer.

Kris sighed. Yes, this was New Eden, or Eden if you prefer. Yes this was old humanity, four hundred years settled. Not the raw rim of space, two hundred years since planet fall, like Wardhaven. Or even rawer rim of human settlement where Kris had spent much of her three-year Navy career.

Kris marshaled her thoughts to logic, not an easy thing when the adrenaline was pumping. “One would think automatic-weapon fire deserved attention no matter where it came from.”

“I fully concur with you, Your Highness.” Smart Gunny. “However, this Marine’s orders and my orders are logged and signed. Our detachment is here to protect Wardhaven’s sovereign property and do it smartly, Lieutenant.”

Before Kris could snap back a rejoiner she’d regret, Jack cut in. “Come morning, I’ll have a talk with your detachment’s captain. See what we can work out. I definitely want the services of a larger escort. And a female Marine to go where I shouldn’t. It’s either that or your maid is going to be spending her nights out with us.”

“I should hope not,” said maid said, plucking a dart from the back of Jack’s dress-red blouse. “Better warn your dry cleaner to check for the rest of these.”

“Didn’t duck fast enough,” Kris said with a grin.

Abby pulled a dart from Kris’s rear. “You didn’t, either.”

Kris swallowed her grin.

“And look at what you did to that brand-new and very expensive dress. My, my, girl. What am I going to do with you?”

“Draw me a warm bath,” Kris said hopefully.

“The tub is filling. Good thing I didn’t go out tonight like I planned,” Abby said, putting a guiding hand on Kris’s elbow and steering her down the hall. “I put my feet up for a minute to relax and you sneak out and make a mess of yourself.”

Kris had made a mistake. She didn’t have
a
nanny, she had two. Jack to nag and nanny her outside the perimeter fence, and Abby to do the same inside.

Not for the first, nor the last time did Kris wonder just what was so special about being a princess. So far, all it did was paint a big target on her back. Though, come to think about it, she’d been dodging assassins long before joining the Navy.

She’d been ten when the first attempt was made… and Eddy six. She survived. Little Eddy hadn’t.

Kris made it back to her room in one piece. Quickly, she was out of her dress, the ceramic-strengthened underalls, and the spider-silk bodysuit. She was in the water and under the bubbles before the shakes caught up with her.

“You got the trembles, girl?” Abby demanded, a foul look on her face as she surveyed the damage done to tonight’s gown.

“No,” Kris lied.

“The whirlpool may be riling up that water, girl, but your shoulders are doing their own little shake-and-roll. You wanna talk to your Mama Abby?”

“I’m fine,” Kris insisted, sinking into the tub up to her neck. “I’m fine.”

Kris’s mother hired Abby to make Kris presentable. She’d also put forth more than half an effort to provide some of the mothering that Kris never got from her mom. Still, it was now old news that Abby was on more than one payroll.

She also sold news about Kris.

It wasn’t unusual for servants to pass along tidbits about their employers to gossipmongers. Abby, however, sold her gossip for top dollar to various intelligence services around human space. Even Kris’s own Wardhaven Intelligence subscribed! Kris had chosen to look for the silver lining. Now she got a copy of Abby’s reports and used them for her own. Still, Kris was having a hard time trusting Abby with certain things.

Like who did Kris think was behind tonight’s fun?

It had been an amateur effort; Jack was right about that. The shooters had not been that prepared. Had whoever bought this gone for a bargain-basement special? Or was what passed locally for hit men that out of practice? Kris frowned in thought. Certainly, that line was the one both the ambassador and the local police would want to believe.

There was just one hole in that story. The jammer.

Jamming a major network was not supposed to be possible. Jamming a computer with Nelly’s power was supposed to be in the realm of fantasy. Still, Nelly was being jammed— and had been jammed before. Aunty Tru, Wardhaven’s retired Chief of Info Warfare… and the woman who’d helped Kris with her math and computer homework and the upgrading of Nelly since first grade… was working on the problem.

Tru had no solution to it yet.

One thing was clear: Only someone with a whole planet of software hacking under their thumb could have pulled this off.

The Peterwalds had eighty planets last time Kris checked.

And the last time she’d been jammed, there’d been a Peterwald in the mix.

Kris sighed. The trembling had stopped; she reached for a towel Abby had left within reach. She’d better get a good night’s sleep… as good a night’s sleep as she could. Tomorrow she’d have to start hunting for a Peterwald. Last one that crossed her had ended up dead. She hadn’t exactly killed him. She just shot his ship up and he ended up dead. A fine point she couldn’t expect his father or other relatives to think much about.

Better to find this Peterwald before he… or she… found Kris.

4

“The
ambassador wants to see you after the nine o’clock staff meeting,” Chief Beni hollered Kris’s way as she entered the military dining room for breakfast. The embassy, though huge on the outside, was really pressed for space. Now that de-evolution had turned each of the Society of Humanity’s six hundred planets into independent and sovereign nations, the Wardhaven Mission to Eden was splitting at the seams.

Wardhaven, under the benign leadership of the recently elected King Raymond I… Grampa to Kris… had about a hundred planets forming the United Sentients, or maybe it would be a Commonwealth, or Association. No one was quite sure. The politicians from those one hundred planets were still debating the constitution on Pitts Hope.

But what it meant in the real world was that the Wardhaven Embassy on Eden did work for all hundred planets. Kris had been told she’d be buying paper clips, pens, and the likes. “The likes” included business computers and their software. Usually not the actual items, but the right to reproduce them locally.

So someone in the embassy’s administrative branch had settled on one dining room for all the military on staff. Not a wardroom for the officers and a mess for the enlisted personnel. Nope, one for all, and all in one.

So the chief usually had the hot dope for Kris even before she had her hotcakes, or bran muffin, or whatever.

Kris nodded and went down the chow line quickly, putting her breakfast on white, bone china rather than the metal trays reserved for the other ranks. Done, she joined the officers at their tables in the back of the room. You could tell the wardroom area. It had napkins and linen tablecloths, rather than the bare tabletops of the enlisted swine.

Kris had gotten a formal invitation to join the diplomatic dining room. Maybe she would… later. For now, she preferred the company of the line beasts and their officers.

“I understand you had a rather more exciting evening than you signed on for,” Captain DeVar, commander of the Marine detachment, said as she settled into the vacant chair next to Jack.

“Jack tell you all about it?”

“In quite detail,” the Marine lieutenant said.

“It sounded like a well-executed withdrawal,” the Marine captain said dryly.

“A running gunfight,” Kris said. “Them gunning. Me running.”

“Yes, there was that unexpected aspect,” Captain DeVar said, raising an eyebrow. “You were actually running.”

“Can we talk about them gunning,” Kris didn’t quite screech.

“I’ve already asked,” Jack said, “for four of his hulking Marines to accompany us next time out. And two female Marines to keep an eye on you in the head.”

The Marine captain frowned. “There is that matter of the local legality of anything more dangerous than a paper clip.” He punctuated that with a smile… not a bad look on him.

“Isn’t that why we brought Penny along? To liaison between us and the local constabulary?” Jack said.

At that moment, the subject of their conversation entered the dining room. Lieutenant Penny Pasley had started her career in Intelligence, but her father had been a cop and hanging around Longknifes quickly found her drawing on the easy way she had with local police officials. Today she had a sheaf of printouts under her arm, but she approached the steam tables first.

Kris concentrated on attacking her bran muffin.

As Penny settled at the table next to the Marine captain, her face lost a thousand-yard stare and took on a scowl. “That must have been quite a night, Your Sharpshooting Highness,” she said as she dumped the printouts on the table before them. “I woke up to reports from the Garden City P.D., Eden Bureau of Investigation, Secret Service, and Park Service.”

“They glad she’s still alive?” Jack asked, fishing the Secret Service report from the pile and eyeing it with professional interest.

“How about hopping mad about the mess she made.”

“You must send them Her Highness’s regal regrets for not letting them kill her quietly,” the Marine captain said, not quite covering his grin with a napkin.

Penny pulled a short printout from the bottom. “A police lieutenant— uh, Martinez— offers to help you complete the necessary forms for carrying heat hereabouts.”

“There might be one level head among our nervous grannies.”

“Looks that way. Did you really blow up a fire hydrant?”

“No, I got the driver of a car that was shooting at me. The fire hydrant put a stop to his car’s further involvement.”

“None of the reports mention a car around the hydrant,” Penny said, flipping through several of them.

“Any decent field lab should be able to tell whether metal has been knocked over or blown up,” Jack said.

“Don’t count on Eden cops to be that observant,” Abby said, entering the conversation. She’d come in the back door. Sometimes the maid ate in the officer area, sometimes in the enlisted section. Usually she was invisible in either. Kris made the mistake of ignoring Abby once… for about a day.

“You’re from here,” Jack said.

“Yep.”

“How long you been gone?”

“Not nearly long enough,” Abby said, slipping into the chair next to Jack. She filched an orange from his breakfast and began to peel it with the dinner knife from Jack’s napkin.

“Think the cops might have changed in your absence?” Jack said, reaching for his banana before it also was requisitioned.

“They ain’t changed in human memory,” Abby snapped. “Don’t bet on the tiger to change its spots. You’ll lose every time.”

“Don’t tigers have stripes?” Penny said.

“Maybe where you come from. But on Eden, they do things their way.”

“They,”
Kris said. “Not
we
?”

“Baby ducks,
they
are the main reason I left this place and, you may remember, said I didn’t want to come back. Ever.”

Kris had read up on Eden. The Chamber of Commerce had been rosy. The embassy handout was as optimistic as they come. The financial reports, even those available to a major stockholder in Nuu Enterprises said things couldn’t be better.

So why last night’s little escapade?

One report on Eden was missing. Abby’s personal views. She hinted plenty, but when pushed, went silent. Just like now.

Kris pushed back from the table, her eyes narrowing. Around her, the group fell silent. Down the way from them, the table where Commander Malhoney was telling one of his long, rambling jokes broke into chuckles as he finally reached his punch line. He fit his undress whites like a small whale might, bulges here and there. In any Navy still applying up-or-out, he would long ago have been out. But the expansion left room for men who had reached a certain level even if they never would exceed it. Now his table fell into the silence, furtively looking Kris’s way.

Her Highness weighed the benefits of keeping secrets verses what she’d gain by inviting the whole crew into what lay ahead of her. She tossed a coin mentally and made her choice.

“I was told,” Kris said slowly, voice low. The hush now spread from the officers to the enlisted. Even at the steam tables, the clatter seemed to continue on kitten toes. “That I’d made the Rim too dangerous for me. I was
told
that Eden was about the
only
place I could walk the streets in peace.

“Then last night it turns out I can’t even take a piss without someone trying to perforate me.” There were soft chuckles at that. Marine Gunnery Sergeant Brown turned to the staff sergeant who’d had the duty last night; they exchanged winks.

“The last time Grampa Ray gave me one set of orders but dumped me into a totally different stew, it turned out that I was supposed to cook that stew and ignore the orders.” Around her, there were grins at her family reference to King Raymond I, but the grins were quickly swallowed as Kris finished her thought.