Halo: The Cole Protocol (21 page)

CHAPTER

THIRTY-SIX

METISETTE ORBIT, 23 LIBRAE

Reth lay curled up on the uncomfortable slab, thinking about the warmth and closeness of a Kig-Yar nest, and how far away such things were from him at the moment.

He hurt everywhere, thanks to his treatment by the Sangheili. Oh, they’d pay for this. Reth followed the orders of a
Prophet.
Who were they to treat him so cruelly?

The Sangheili thought they were lords of it all, but they were just thugs, Reth thought. Little different from the Jiralhanae and their violent approaches to everything in the world.

Soon the Prophets would listen to all Kig-Yar, Reth thought. Reth was here, working to find the secret of the human home-world. It would have been his already, if not for the Sangheili meddling.

“Unggoy!” Reth carefully got off the bench, his limbs protesting, his steps dizzy.

The Sangheili would have to go. Things were so close to being finished. Soon his human agent would have the location to Earth for him. Once Reth had that, then the army of Unggoy he’d gathered on Metisette would be ready to be unleashed on the Rubble. The asteroids would make wonderful Kig-Yar nesting grounds.

“Unggoy, where are you? You must attend me. Are you not believers in the mission the Prophet of Truth himself gave to me, and thus to you?” Reth collapsed to the ground in front of the energy bars that kept him jailed.

Once he had the Rubble, he thought through a haze, and the location to Earth, the humans’ Exodus Project would provide him the vehicle he needed to then bring the Unggoy to attack the human homeworld.

A daring plan.

A Kig-Yar plan.

A plan the Prophet of Truth had agreed to when Reth presented it after returning with the secret of the Rubble and the humans’ desire to trade. He’d kept it a secret from his own Shipmistress, a violation that would have gotten him castrated if found out, but it had paid off handsomely.

“Unggoy!”

Now they’d been discovered, the Jiralhanae were returning to broadcast the news about the discovery of the Rubble to a different Prophet.

The Kig-Yar couldn’t stop them. But they could move the plan up, so that they wouldn’t look like traitors, trading with the humans.

No, it was time to destroy the humans and their homeworld and show the Prophets that it was the Kig-Yar, not the Sangheili or Jiralhanae, who were the most cunning and loyal and holy subjects of the Covenant.

The shuffling steps of two furtive Unggoy soldiers got Reth to focus on the ground in front of his long face.

“Sangheili kills us if we release you,” one of the Unggoy protested.

“And you’ll risk your chance at joining in the Great Journey because you’re scared of these Sangheili,” Reth hissed. His ribs
hurt.

The Unggoy shuffled their feet again, methane snorting out from their masks as they looked back and forth at each other.

“Will you risk the Sangheili destroying the Redoubt, and all you’ve built on Metisette?” Reth asked. “Will you see all the Unggoy on that planet punished, when they’ve been following the right Path?”

They glanced at each other again. “Our nipple brothers would be all killed?”

The Unggoy sucked food from a shared tube, a nipple, Reth remembered. “Yes, your nipple brothers would all die.”

That was enough to get them to free him. One of the Unggoy tapped at the controls for Reth’s cell.

Reth smiled as the energy bars disappeared. He rolled out of the cell before the Unggoy changed their minds. “Quick, you must help me escape.”

The two Unggoy grabbed him under his arms as he wobbled, prompting Reth to grunt in pain. Together, all three hobbled down the corridor until Reth had them stop near a service panel.

The Sangheili may have taken the ship by force, and cowed the Unggoy, but Reth still had some tricks of his own. He shut down the ship’s computer system with an override password.

While the Sangheili raced to reboot the system, he had the Unggoy drag him to an escape pod.

Minutes later the cylindrical pod shot out of the ship, veering back toward Metisette at top speed, as the Sangheili coasted with a dead ship.

It was time, Reth thought bitterly while rooting around the pod for a medical kit, to show the Sangheili that Kig-Yar could fight.

CHAPTER

THIRTY-SEVEN

THE RUBBLE, 23 LIBRAE

Mike flew the
Petya
through the Rubble, flipping the ship end over end for sudden deceleration, and weaving his way around docking tubes and asteroids.

In the confines of the airlock, braced against Mike’s radical maneuvers, Jai swore. “I don’t see why
I’m
in the airlock for the quick rescue, Adriana. He’s
your
pet Insurrectionist.”

“Shove it,” Adriana muttered over the suit radio.

Jai stiffened. “Is that how you talk to rank?”

“When rank stops whining I’ll modify my behavior,” Adriana said. “Besides, I need to be in the medical bay in case Delgado’s hurt.”

“So we’re trusting an Insurrectionist AI and rushing to help an Insurrectionist. You see anything wrong with this?” Jai asked.

Another voice crackled in his ear. The AI. Juliana. “Technically the Rubble is a collection of people with many different backgrounds. Only a small percentage of them are actually Insurrectionist as you understand it—”

“Can it,” Jai muttered, as Mike flipped the ship again, making his stomach lurch. Mike fired the engines to dodge docking tubes. “Anything new about Delgado?”

“The airlock the signal emanated from is still throwing me error codes from the broken seal,” Juliana reported. “You’re still the closest ship. An emergency crew is outside the lock on the habitat side, but can’t get at it, of course. I’ve broken the communications block on the airlock, but no one inside is responding.”

Jai thought about that. A broken airlock and silence. “Doesn’t sound too promising.”

“No,” Juliana replied. “It doesn’t.”

“Coming in on the lock,” Mike shouted. Jai felt the
Petya
shudder like it never had before, and he was pressed against the side of the airlock despite the artificial gravity.

He was glad he wasn’t looking at this from the cockpit.

Metal ground on metal as Mike forced the wrecked airlock against theirs.

“We’re go on your command,” Mike reported.

Jai faced the thick metal door with its yellow stripes and red warning symbols and notices. “Do it.”

The airlock sprung open with a gust of air. Then the habitat’s airlock ground open with a tiny puff of air.

Jai forced his way through the moment the gap was large enough.

Two men lay on the floor of the airlock’s nonslip metal surface. Delgado, a gun in one hand and the other bloody, lay over the stomach of a man with a bad chest wound. Blood pooled the floor around them, freezing as the vacuum sucked air and warmth out even faster now that a bad seal was in place between ship and habitat.

Jai threw Delgado over a shoulder of his gray MJOLNIR armor, and picked up the other body as gently as possible, aware that he could be making the chest wound worse.

He cycled through back into the
Petya,
thudding his way past bulkheads into the tiny cramped offshoot to the crew quarters where Adriana stood ready by a large metal table.

She looked up. “Two? Who’s the other one?”

Juliana flickered into being over a nearby shelf. “That’s Diego Esquival.” Her voice sounded muted, as if she were shocked.

Adriana shook her head as she checked him over, while Jai held him in his arms still. “He’s dead.” She pulled Delgado off Jai’s shoulder and set him on the table. “But Delgado’s got a pulse. Store the other man into one of the cryogenic pods.”

Jai walked Diego’s body around the table and to one of the three pods. Once he set it down and closed the lid, the automated systems kicked in. Diego was frozen in his last minute, for all the good it did him.

When he turned around, Adriana had an oxygen mask on Delgado and the computers reading his vitals.

Delgado stirred and opened his eyes, the oxygen taking effect. He tried to sit up, but Adriana put a hand on his chest to keep him in place. “You’re back on the
Petya,
Delgado.”

“Diego?” Delgado groaned, looking around. “What about Diego?”

Jai and Adriana glanced at each other, and Delgado saw it. He seemed to fall back in on himself, shaking his head and looking off into the distance. “Damn that bastard.”

“What bastard?” Juliana asked from the corner of the room.

Delgado twisted to see her better, and his mouth fell open. “You!” Warring emotions crossed his face. Jai figured the man had wondered if the AI was not to be trusted, but that the revelation still caught Delgado off guard.

“Yes, me.” Juliana grinned. The hologram folded its arms. “What happened, Delgado?”

“Bonifacio happened.” Delgado all but spit the name out. “He took
Distancia.
He also shot Diego.” Delgado bit his lip, and slowly sat, holding his knees to do it with a grunt.

“I knew Bonifacio was a sketchy man. I have watched him smuggle things into the Rubble. I know of ten different caches he uses. He’s definitely running those covenant guns to the colonies. He campaigned hard for that Security Council spot,” Juliana said as Adriana and Jai watched the exchange. “But to do this?”

Delgado looked at the AI. “We have to catch him.”

“He’s not even trying to run,” Juliana said. “Your ship is slowly coasting through the Rubble.”

“Bonifacio thinks I’m dead. He’s taking his time, so he doesn’t alarm anyone.” The group looked at each other, and Delgado caught the glances. He raised his voice. “Oh come on, I would not have done this. Why the hell would I risk my life to break an airlock? And do you think I shot Maria’s brother? Really?”

Jai tapped the table. “Juliana, he makes a good point.”

Delgado turned around to him. “And since when are you and the Rubble’s AI all working together? When the hell did that start?”

“When the Jackals started getting too close to the data,” Jai said, staring Delgado down.

Juliana was quiet, her eyes closed. “Okay Delgado. I think you are right. We have a big problem.” She opened her eyes to look at the three people staring back at her, and the equations streaming across her holographic body suddenly flashed bright red. “Kig-Yar ships are withdrawing all throughout the Rubble. They’re en route for Metisette.”

“You told us the Jackals were up to something, like an invasion. Could this be it?” Jai said.

“Their encryption is good. I can’t break it just yet. But communications traffic is up and that can tell me something. I’ve never seen activity like this. Delgado says Bonifacio is stealing the data. And this is happening at the same time as the largest movement of Kig-Yar ships we’ve seen since they first started arriving to make a presence on the Rubble. It has to be related.”

“Damn,” Delgado said. “We were right—all they wanted was the data. They’re making a move now, right?”

Juliana continued. “
Distancia
is moving in the direction her flight plan indicated, but could make a break for it the moment it gets clear of the Rubble to wherever the Kig-Yar want it to. We have to get to it and stop Bonifacio. And prepare for whatever it is the Kig-Yar are up to.”

Jai nodded. “Our first priority is Bonifacio.” They had to focus on that; that was Gray Team’s mission. Adriana met his eyes, then nodded. She agreed. “Once we have that secured, Juliana, you have our assistance.”

The AI had her eyes closed again. Planning, running through the millions of threads spread all throughout the Rubble in a way no human could.

But she was an AI close to rampancy. Jai wondered how much they should follow her plans.

He’d have to revisit that once they had their hands on Bonifacio and the navigation data.

Juliana faded, becoming almost a ghost in the bright medical bay, then she appeared again. “Okay,” she almost whispered. “I can pass the fix I have on
Distancia
onto you, but I’m going to need some of you to help me. One team goes after Bonifacio, the other I need to do something a little bit trickier.

“There’s a Kig-Yar ship still in the Rubble. I can’t crack their encryption, but if I can physically get into one of their systems, that would let me figure out exactly what they’re up to. If it’s a full-scale attack, we need to know for sure so that we don’t make a big mistake. If we use non-Rubble attackers, then the Rubble can deny this little incursion was our doing if things turn out to be okay with the Kig-Yar.”

Jai looked at the AI. “You want us to board a Covenant ship?”

“And plug me in, yes.” Juliana nodded. “My higher functions. I’ll be leaving a simple base copy to keep regulating the Rubble, of course. But the core me will go with the boarding party.”

Juliana was rampant. Or just plain insane, Jai thought. He scratched his chin, then looked at Juliana. “We’ll need a larger force. We need to free the crew of that UNSC ship that was captured. It’ll have ODSTs aboard. Release those men and we have a force.” Helljumpers weren’t huge fans of the Spartans, but were somewhat like Spartans, Jai had to admit, but without the altered physiology and powered armor. And they were good fighting men; he was sure he could get them to storm a Jackal ship.

It was the sort of thing ODSTs would enjoy doing.

“I’m not the ruler of the Rubble,” she said. “Only the Council can release them. Besides, most of those people are tagged with locaters. People will notice it if they start trooping out to help us.”

“Do all of them have locaters?” Adriana asked.

Juliana smiled. “Not all. The ones who refused to become Rubble citizens don’t.”

“Then we can use some of them,” Jai said.

“I won’t open the doors,” Juliana said. “That would draw attention. But if the cameras were to malfunction, you could break the crew out and get them to help you before anyone would really notice.”

“That’ll have to do.” Jai turned around. “Adriana, Mike, you take Bonifacio. Delgado, you’re with me, I need someone who knows the inside of these habitats.”

Delgado swung his legs over the side of the table with a wince. “You sure you’re going to break up your little team?”

Jai grinned. “Who else will be able to talk the ODSTs into coming with us? Mike, Adriana, get on the navigation data, and quickly. I’ll take care of things for Juliana.”

The
Petya
shuddered as Mike disengaged the ship. “I’ll drop you off at the nearest working set of locks,” he announced. “Then it’s a full burn for
Distancia
.”

Delgado stood up, wavering on his feet. “Do me a favor,” he asked Adriana. “When you catch up to Bonifacio, make sure you shoot the thieving bastard for me. Preferably in the knee, or somewhere painful like that.”

The
Petya
thudded into another airlock.

“I’ll go release the others,” Jai told Delgado. “You and Juliana need to scare up another ship for the attack.”

Delgado and Juliana exchanged a glance. “We’re on it.” Jai ran a systems check of the Mjolnir armor, and walked down the corridor for a pair of M7 submachine guns and extra ammo.