Insidious (35 page)

Bren saw a complex tree chart of shipment paths in his PV. The material shipments that had been flagged as suspicious were tracked through the chart. Several of the lines for each company passed through or terminated at Camelot, which was highlighted in a red box in the center of the chart.

“Synchronicity is also a prime target,” Devin continued. “It’s been involved in the materials shipments for over six months. We don’t know if the populace there wears gear.”

“I think it’s safer to go by our materials traces,” Vendrati said. “We know that a corporation has tried to deceive us at least once by planting the gear.”

“That’s slightly misleading,” Devin said. “Was the gear really being falsely planted or was it being sent there in preparation for a takeover of the station? It could be hard to tell the difference without more reliable sources.”

“I agree that the other material shipments are a more reliable signal,” Jameson said. “We won’t ignore the other sources, but we can set our priorities by the strength of our data.”

Bren brought up a pane in his PV to track the shipments. Items had been flagged based on the stations needs from a year ago compared to shipments in the last few months. The data wasn’t perfect, Bren thought. After all, different materials could be needed for new manufacturing processes or experiments—change didn’t necessarily mean anything was up. But these amounts of platinum, gold, titanium, and a dozen other pure metals, not to mention a laundry list of specialized chemicals that would be difficult to produce locally.

“Bren?”

Bren’s attention broke from the pane. “Hrm? Ahm, pardon, sir?”

“Which station do you think should be next?” Jameson said. Bren detected an undercurrent of impatience in the admiral’s tone. Bren was sure he’d missed something again.

“Synchronicity,” Bren said. “I see from the shipments graph here that one or two shipments passed through another station and continued to Synchronicity. But no shipment has ever gone to Synchronicity and then been routed past there.”

“That’s an interesting observation,” Devin warned. “But of course we don’t know if that data has either missed shipments involved with the spinners, or includes shipments that have nothing to do with them. It’s all guesswork, so a couple of anomalies aren’t much to go on.”

“We have no evidence that Vineaux Genomix is suspect,” Vendrati said. “And we have their assurance that nothing out of the ordinary is going on. Including a message from Alec Vineaux himself.”

Bren shrugged. “My answer is based on data from the shipments alone. I wasn’t thinking about that aspect.”

Jameson nodded.

“We’ll proceed to Camelot. Besides being operated by companies that we know have been involved, it’s considerably closer to us than the other two stations, and we know time is of the essence. Let’s get back to work and make sure everything’s ready for our next target.”

***

Bren and Nicole found Aldriena pacing in her quarters. Bren thought he’d be used to her looks by now, but seeing her still stirred something inside him and activated parts of his brain that didn’t care anything about logic or the mission.

“I’m glad you’re alive,” he said. “You know when we breached Avalon, Meridian told me you were dead.”

“Who is Meridian? I thought I was dead myself. Between the spinner and the marines, I don’t know who’s worse!”

“Meridian is one of our lucky ASSAIL machines. A heavy, like you saw in the examination room …”

“With the naked woman?”

“Er, yes. That one.”

“Well, what’s so lucky about it?”

“It’s made it through all the incursions so far, a survivor.”

“Maybe it made its own luck,” Aldriena said. “How smart are those things? Smart enough to be dangerous?”

“How about we get to the point?” interrupted Nicole. “We want you to go in first at Camelot.”

“Why should I? Don’t you know what happened? The one person I trusted as an ally was shot dead at the spaceport. I would have ended up the same way if Claw hadn’t thrown me in the brig to interrogate me later. As it was, I think they almost shot me anyway when they found me in there. Those marines had orders to shoot everyone. It’s not safe working for you people!”

“We never claimed your job was safe,” Bren said. “I thought you liked it that way.”

“Maybe, but who deserves to be shot by the people on their side?”

“Then we’ll double your retainer and assure you make it to someone’s quarters before the next incursion,” Nicole suggested.

“No more attempted assassination of the Reds,” Aldriena said. “Let’s stick to the safer stuff.”

“Do you know what went wrong with your attempt?”

“No idea. But I’ve learned not to underestimate these things. Not only did the attack fail, but also that spinner was on to me in
seconds
. It knew what I was doing, figured it out somehow, maybe even before the attempt.”

Fourteen

Chris wrung his hands and looked at yet another space force representative. The man looked fit. He was tall with short black hair and a serious set to his mouth.

“Look. I’ve been talking to a dozen people, and I don’t think my message is getting through,” Chris said. At first, when his shuttle had been intercepted by the UNSF in deep space, he had felt elated. The chances of being intercepted by any vessel before arriving near Earth had to be low. Then he’d fallen into despair as he’d told his story and no one responded the way he’d hoped. Then they’d sent him to doctors and he’d begun to doubt his own sanity.

“You’re talking to the right people now. Tell us about Red.”

“The what?”

“The spinner. The alien you’ve been talking about.”

“Oh. Are you a psychologist?”

“No, I’m Major Creighton. I work for space force intelligence. Like I said, you’re talking to the right people now.”

Chris leaned forward.

“I was beginning to think it was hopeless.”

“I understand your frustration. That’s behind you now. Tell us about the cyborg.”

“Well, they call one Captain. Alec says that it’s their leader.”

“Their leader? At Synchronicity?”

“Yes. And there’s a second one called Slicer.”

There was a pause. Chris assumed his inquisitor was shuffling along information on his link.

“So there are at least two of them? How long has the station been under their control?”

“I think only two. I don’t know how long they’ve been in charge at Synchronicity. Longer than three months. There’s some kind of alien ship there. I don’t know where it comes from. The people have been wearing these suits—”

“Chris, this information is very important to us. Important enough that we need to verify the facts, make sure we don’t miss anything, or get anything wrong. We have some equipment that will help us do that. Would you be willing to let us hook you up here so we can take some readings?”

“Well … sure. Yeah. I’ve been asking people to give me a lie detector test since I started trying to tell the UNSF about this. It’ll prove that I’m telling you the truth.”

“Good,” said Creighton. A couple of seconds later, a bald technician in a red overcoat came into the room pushing an equipment cart before him. The machine was larger than Chris expected, about the size of a motorcycle with a bright red shell.

“This man will get you set up. Then all you have to do is answer the questions. I’ll be listening in with my link. Nice to meet you, Chris.”

“Sure. Thanks, Major Creighton.”

The major nodded and walked out of the room. Chris watched the technician for a second, but he didn’t meet Chris’s gaze. Chris realized immediately that he didn’t like the man, could never like him. The man’s face held some intrinsic detachment that made Chris uncomfortable.

Maybe they’re just playing along. They might think I’m crazy and this is a sanity examination.

Chris hid his dislike and forced himself to speak.

“Wow. What’s this thing called?”

The man pointed at a symbol on the device. The silhouette of a scorpion.

“Oh. Great,” Chris said. “Scorpion. This thing is harmless though, right?”

The technician didn’t reply.
Did he think it was a rhetorical question?
He reminded Chris of a scientist who refused to befriend a lab animal he was about to put to death.

Chris fidgeted while the tech hooked him up to the Scorpion. The number of physical connections it required surprised him. Apparently, the device didn’t work exclusively through his link like a regular truth check. The man even put a seeking urine catheter into him, adding more discomfort to the whole procedure. Chris thought of Major Creighton and how the man had smoothed over this whole thing, made it sound so simple and straightforward. His trust of the major dropped a notch.

When the technician finished, he left the room. Chris felt thankful for that small thing. A voice spoke to Chris through his link.

“This is a lie detection device. I am the operator software. The use of this device has been authorized by the UNSF because it has been determined that the citizens of Earth are in imminent danger.”

“I understand.”

“What is your name?”

“Chris Adrastus.”

“Have you learned that the leader of the aliens has been at Synchronicity?”

Hrm. Not wasting any time
.

“Yes.”

“Were you sent to Earth by an alien?”

“What? No.”

“Were you sent to Earth by the Chinese government?”

“No!”

“Do you know a woman named Cinmei?”

“Yes.”

“What is your relationship with this woman?”

“She maintained my quarters, was my servant.”

“Do you love this woman?”

“No.”

“How long have you known Cinmei?”

“Only since I came to Synchronicity.”

“How many times before have you worked with the Chinese government?”

“What the fuck? Worked with the Chinese … that’s not what I was doing!”

“Please don’t avoid the question.”

“The question is bullshit!”

“Do you refuse to answer? There may be consequences.”

Chris took a deep breath. He reminded himself that the UNSF would probably be using high tech methods, even better than a civilian truth check. If he answered truthfully, he’d be vindicated.

“Zero. Zero times.”

“You did willingly work with her by your own account.”

“Only to escape the station. Not to gather intelligence for the Chinese. And I detained her as soon as I could. I set the course to come into a Western controlled area.”

“Do you believe that rape was necessary to achieve your objective?”

“I didn’t rape anyone.”

“Cinmei says you raped her,” the operator said.

“She’s lying. I took control of the spacecraft. So I could bring the UNSF a warning. Look, you can do a truth check.”

“How much information about the alien technology have you learned?”

“Only what Alec told me. The creatures live in artificial bodies; they took over Synchronicity easily. They’re fast and smart. They came in some kind of ship. I assumed it is from another star, a starship.”

“Where do you keep information about the alien’s technology?”

“In my head,” Chris replied.

“Which storage device?”

“No, I mean, in my memory. My natural memory. Not my link.”

Chris hoped that would end the interrogation. But they had only begun.

***

The next afternoon, a beautiful woman came into Chris’s quarters. He quickly noted her long black hair and the fold of her eyes. Asian. He jumped up off the white sofa despite the fatigue of yesterday’s extensive grilling.

“Shit. Help!” he called out. He hopped over the back of the sofa trying to distance him from her. He requested help on the emergency channel of his link.

They sent an assassin to get me for killing her.

“Uhm, you a little nervous?” she asked. She did have an accent, but it didn’t sound anything like Cinmei’s accent.

Chris didn’t respond verbally this time, but redoubled his efforts to make sure his link requests were of the highest priority.

The door opened and two soldiers came rushing in. They wore government-issue military skinsuits and had their hand stunners out.

“What’s the trouble here?” the first one asked.

“You shouldn’t have done that. Now it’s going to take us half an hour to get back to business,” said Aldriena. “Have you really been that freaked out by what happened?”

“Back up, please, miss,” the soldier said. He aimed his stunner at her.

“Business? You’re Aldriena? That’s not a Chinese name. I don’t want to be anywhere near any Chinese for the rest of my life.”