Cyteen: The Betrayal (12 page)

“Sera is expecting you,” Florian said. “Thank you,” he said, meticulously ordinary. “Do you know what about?”

“I would hope you do, ser,” Florian answered him. Florian’s dark eyes said nothing at all as he slid a glance toward the cold-lab door. “You can go in. -Sera, Justin Warrick is here.”

“All right,” Ari’s voice floated out. Justin walked over to the open door of the long lab where Ari sat on a work-stool, at a counter, working at one of the old-fashioned separators. “Damn,” she complained without looking up. “I don’t trust it. Got to get one out of B. I’m not going to put up with this.” She looked up and the hasty lift of her hand startled him as his hand left the vault door. He realized he had moved the door then, and caught it and pushed the massive seal-door back, steadying it in frustration at his own young awkwardness, that rattled him when he most wanted composure.

“Damn thing,” Ari muttered. “Jane’s damn penny-pinching-you touch it, it swings on you. That’s going to get fixed. -How are you this morning?”

“All right.”

“Where’s Grant?”

His heart was already beating hard. It picked up its beats and he forced it to slow down. “I don’t know. I thought he was with you.”

“Of course you did. -Grant stole a boat last night. Sabotaged the other one. Security tracked him to Kruger’s. What do you know about it?”

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

“Of course not.” She turned on the stool. “Your companion planned the whole thing.”

“I imagine he did. Grant’s very capable.” It was going too easily. Ari was capable of much, much more; of spinning it out, instead of going straight to the point. He held himself back from too much relief, as if it were a precipice and the current were carrying him too quickly toward it. Florian was still outside. There were no witnesses to what she said-or what she ordered. There was a lock on the doors out there. And there might well be a recorder running. “I wish he had told me.” Ari made a clicking with her tongue. “You want to see the security reports? You both went out last night. You came in alone.”

“I was looking for Grant. He said he was going to borrow a carry-bag from next door. He never came back.”

Ari’s brows lifted. “Oh, come, now.”

“Sorry. That’s what I was doing.”

“I’m really disappointed in you. I’d expected more invention.”

“I’ve told you everything I know.”

“Listen to me, young friend. What you did is theft, you know that? You know what happens if Reseune files charges.”

“Yes,” he said, as calmly, as full of implication as he could make it. “I really think I do.”

“We’re not Cyteen.”

“I know.”

“You’re very smug. Why?”

“Because you’re not going to file charges.”

“Do you want to bet on that?”

He was supposed to react. He smiled at her. He had himself that far under control, not knowing, not at all knowing whether or not Grant was in her hands. “I’m betting on it,” he said, and held his voice steady. “You’ve got me. You haven’t got Grant. As long as things go right with me and my father, Grant keeps his mouth shut and we’re all just fine.”

“That’s why you stayed behind.”

That had bothered her. The irrational act.

He smiled wider, a thin, carefully held triumph, alone, in her territory. “One of us had to. To assure you we’ll keep quiet otherwise.”

“Of course. Did Jordan plan this?”

He did react then. He knew that he had. It was an unexpected and offhanded praise.

“No,” he said.

“You did.” Ari gave a breath of a laugh; and he did not like that, even when all the movements of her body, her rocking back against the back of the lab-stool, her rueful smile, all said that she was surprised.

Ari played her own reactions the way his father did-with all her skill, all the way to the end of a thing.

So must he. He gave a matching, deprecatory shrug.

“It’s really very good,” Ari said. “But you have to put so much on Grant.”

He’s dead, he thought, bracing himself for the worst thing she could say. She might lie about that.

“I trust him,” he said.

“There’s one flaw in your set-up, you know.”

“What would that be?”

“Jordan. He’s really not going to like this.”

“I’ll talk to him.” His muscles started to shake, the cold of the cryogenics conduits that ran overhead seeming to leach all the warmth from him. He felt all his control crumbling and made a profound effort to regroup. It was a tactic his father had taught him, this alternate application of tension and relief she was using, watching cues like the dilation of his eyes, the little tensions in his muscles, everything fallen into a rhythm like a fencer, up, down, up, down, and then something out of the rhythm the moment he had discovered the rules. He saw it coming. He smiled at her, having gotten command of himself with that thought. “He’ll be amused.”

He watched a slow grin spread over Ari’s face, either his point or a deliberate dropping of the shield for a moment to make him think it was.

“You really have nerve,” Ari said. “And you aren’t at all cocky, are you? Damn, boy, the edges are ragged, you’re not real confident you’ve got all the pieces in your hands, but I’ll give it to you, that’s a damned good maneuver. Harder than hell to do twice, though.”

“I don’t need to leave till my father does.”

“Well, now, that is a problem, isn’t it? Just how are we going to disengage this little tangle? Have you thought it all the way through? Tell me how it works when it comes time for Jordan to go off-world. I’m interested.”

“Maybe you’ll make me an offer.”

Ari flashed a bright smile. “That’s marvelous. You were so quiet. What did you do, try to throw those test scores?”

“You’re supposed to be able to figure that out.”

“Oh, cheek!” She outright laughed. “You are bright. You’ve taught me something. At my age, I value that. You’re very fond of Grant, to give up your camouflage for him. Very fond of him.” She leaned against the counter, one elbow on it, looking soberly up at him. “Let me tell you something, dear. Jordan loves you-very much. Very, very much. It shows in the way you behave. And I must say, he’s done a marvelous job with Grant. Children need that kind of upbringing. But there’s a dreadful cost to that. We’re mortal. We lose people. And we really hurt when they hurt, don’t we? -Families are a hell of a liability. What are you going to tell Jordan?”

“I don’t know. As much as I have to.”

“You mean, as much as will let him know he’s won?”

Break and reposition. He only smiled at her, refusing a debate with a master.

“Well,” she said, “you’ve done Jordan proud in this one. I don’t say it’s wise. The plan was very smart; the reasons are very, very stupid, but then, devotion makes us fools, doesn’t it? What do you suppose Jordan would do if I charged you with this?”

“Go public. Go to the Bureau. And you don’t want that.”

“Well, but there’s a lot else we can do, isn’t there? Because his son really is guilty of theft, of vandalism, of getting into files that don’t concern him-And there’s so much of that that doesn’t have to happen. Jordan can make charges, I can make charges; you know if this breaks, that appointment he wants won’t make it, no matter what interests are behind it. They’ll desert him in a flash. But you know all that. It’s what makes everything work, isn’t it-unless I really wanted to take measures to recover Grant and prosecute those friends of yours. That’s what you’ve missed, you know. That I can do just exactly what you did, break the law; and if someone brings out your part in this, and if your father has to listen to your personal reasons, our little private sessions, hmmn? -it’s really going to upset him.”

“It won’t do you any good if I go to court, either. You can’t afford it. You’ve got the votes in Council right now. You want to watch things fall apart, you lay a hand on Grant-and I talk. You watch it happen.”

“You damned little sneak,” she said slowly. “You think you understand it that well.”

“Well enough to know my friends won’t use a card before they have to.”

“What have you got on the Krugers, that they’d risk this kind of trouble for you? Or do you think the other side won’t use you? Have you taken that into account?”

“I didn’t have much choice, did I? But things ought to be safe as long as the deal for Jordan’s transfer is going to hold up and you keep your hands off Grant. If they put me under probe they’ll hear plenty-about the project. I don’t think you want outsiders questioning anyone in Reseune right now.”

“Damned dangerous, young man.” Ari leaned forward and jabbed a finger in his direction. “Did Jordan map this out?”

“No.”

“Advise you?”

“No.”

“That amazes me. It’s going to amaze other people too. If this goes to court, the Bureau isn’t going to believe he didn’t put you up to this. And that’s going to weigh against him when it comes to a vote, isn’t it? So we’ll keep it quiet. You can tell Jordan as much as you want to tell him; and we’ll call it stalemate. I won’t touch Grant; I won’t have the Krugers arrested. Not even assassinated. And yes, I can. I could arrange an accident for you. Or Jordan. Farm machinery-is so dangerous.”

He was shocked. And frightened. He had never expected her to be so blunt.

“I want you to think about something,” she said. “What you tell your father will either keep things under control-or blow everything. I’m perfectly willing to see Jordan get that Fargone post. And I’ll tell you exactly what deal I’ll strike to unwind this pretty mess you’ve built for us. Jordan can leave Reseune for Fargone just as soon as there’s an office there for him to work in. And when he ships out from Cyteen Station, you’ll still be here. You’ll arrange for Grant to follow him as soon as the Hope corridor is open and the Rubin project is well underway. You can take the ship after his. And all of that should keep your father-and you-quiet long enough to serve everything I need. The military won’t let Jordan be too noisy-They hate media attention to their projects. -Or, or, we can just blow all of this wide right now and let us fight it out in court. I wonder who’d win, if we just decided to pull Rubin back to Cyteen and give up the Fargone facility entirely.”

I’ve fallen into a trap, he thought. But how could I have avoided it? What did / do wrong?

“Do you agree?” she asked.

“Yes. So long as you keep your end of it. And I get my transfer back to my father’s wing.”

“Oh, no, that’s not part of it. You stay here. What’s more, you and I are going to have an ongoing understanding. You know-your father’s a very proud man. You know what it would do to him, to have to choose whether to go to the Bureau and lose everything over what you’ve done, or keep his mouth shut and know what you’re involved in to keep that assignment for him. Because that’s what you’ve done. You’ve handed me all the personal and legal missiles I need-if I have to use them. I’ve got a way to keep your father quiet, an easy way, as it happens, that doesn’t involve him getting hurt. And all you’ve got to do is keep quiet, do your work, and wait it out. You’ve got exactly the position you bargained for-hostage for his release; and his good behavior. So what I want you to do, young man, is go put in an honest day’s work, give me the BRX reports by the time your shift’s over, and let me see a good job. You do what you like: call your father, tell him Grant’s gone missing, tell him as much as you like. I certainly can’t stop you. And you come to my Residency, oh, about 2100, and you tell me what you’ve done. Or I’ll assume it’s gone the other way.”

He was still thinking when she finished, still running through all of it, and what she meant; but he knew that. He tried to find all the traps in it. The one he was in, he had no trouble seeing. It was the invitation he had dreaded. It was where everything had been going.

“You can go,” she said.

He walked out past Florian in the outer lab, out into the hall, out through the security doors and upstairs into the ordinary hallways of Wing One operations. Someone passed him on the way to his office and said good morning to him; he realized it half the hall further on, and did not even know who it had been.

He did not know how he was going to face Jordan. By phone, he thought. He would break the news by phone and meet his father for lunch. And get through it somehow. Jordan would expect him to be distraught.

Ari was right. If Jordan got involved in it, everything that was settled became unsettled, and for all that he could figure, Jordan had no hand to play.

At best, he thought-go along with it till he could get control of himself enough to think whether telling Jordan the whole story was the thing to do. Whatever the time cost.

vi.

“What we did …” Justin turned the stem of his wineglass, a focus to look at, anything but Jordan’s face. “What we did was what we always planned to do, if one of us got cornered. Her taking Grant-was to pressure me. I know-I know you told me I should come to you. But she sprang that on us, and there wasn’t time to do anything but file a protest with the Bureau. That’d have been too late for Grant. God knows what she might have put him through before we could get any kind of injunction, if we could get one at all-” He shrugged. “And we couldn’t win it, in the long run, the law’s on her side and it would foul everything up just after everything was settled on the Fargone deal, so I just-just took the only chance I thought would work. My best judgment. That’s all I can say.”

It was a private lunch, in the kitchen in Jordan’s apartment. Paul did the serving, simple sandwiches, and neither of them did more than pick at the food.

“Damn,” Jordan said. He had said very little up to that point, had let Justin get it out in order. “Damn, you should have told me what was going on. I told you-“

“I couldn’t get to you. It’d make everything I did look like it was your doing. I didn’t want to lay a trail.”

“Did you? Did you lay one?”

“Pretty plain where I’m concerned, I’m afraid. But that’s part of the deal. That’s why I stayed here. Ari’s got something on me. She’s got me to use against you, the way she planned to use Grant against me. Now she doesn’t need him, does she?”

“You’re damn right she doesn’t need him! My God, son-“