Ronan: Ziva Payvan Book 3 (2 page)

“Yes or no, please.”

She answered without hesitation: “Yes.”

Once again, a dull buzz rose up throughout the room. The people didn’t seem to be against her, but neither were they on her side. If anything, their attention was focused on the Grand Magistrate, waiting to see how he’d react to her words.

The man watched her silently for several seconds. “Would you please explain to the court your reason for killing Captain Venn?”

“I won’t call it self-defense because I was not in immediate danger,” Ziva replied with a sigh. “Diago Dasaro framed me for Ikaro Tachi’s assassination and employed Captains Venn and Hoxie to assist him.”

“Yes,” the judge said. “Findings submitted by the Royal Guard’s Luko Zona reinforce that claim.” A holographic screen came alive across the room, displaying the very information Ziva had once read on Kade Shevin’s computer – information that proved Dasaro was behind the mass murder of the citizens of Argall.

“Dasaro framed me for Tachi’s assassination in order to shift the attention away from himself,” Ziva said, gesturing toward the hologram. “When they lost track of me, the three of them went to Chaiavis to search for more leads. They killed a Haphezian native, Bosco Jagger.”

To her surprise and relief, Bosco’s information was displayed on the screen. “Jagger was indeed murdered in his own shop on Chaiavis,” the magistrate confirmed. “Ballistic fingerprinting verified that the projectiles which killed him came from Dasaro’s weapon, the same weapon he shot you with, Lieutenant.”

In that instant, Ziva found herself lying on the landing pad in Argall, bleeding out as Dasaro loomed over her. Her bound hands curled into fists as fire surged through her nerves, and for a moment she had to fight to remain calm. “When I found out Dasaro was on Chaiavis, I wanted to confront him,” she continued, struggling for a moment to remember where she had left off. “But I knew he would kill me the first chance he got, so I opted to maintain my distance. When I read the notes Zona had compiled, it was clear that Dasaro had already tried to get rid of me once in the past, and I was ready to kill him outright. But when the time came, I realized there was still information I could learn from him, and killing him would have compromised that.” It wasn’t entirely accurate, but she could think of no other way to justify her actions. “That’s when I turned my sights on Captain Venn. It was a split-second decision.”

“You’re saying you killed Venn in cold blood.” It was a statement rather than a question.

“I sent Dasaro a message,” Ziva replied firmly, “one he received loud and clear. I showed him who was in control, and he panicked and led us to Argall.” That was a flat-out lie. They would have returned home to investigate Argall regardless of Dasaro’s actions. She stood quietly for a moment, wondering if they would catch the deviation. “But yes, you could say I killed Nejdra in cold blood.”

Once more, a soft murmuring rose up throughout the crowd. The Grand Magistrate stared her down through that holographic visor. She met his gaze, unfazed. As far as anyone knew, her story matched up perfectly with the evidence on display. But these questions were random, the interrogation process unstructured. She was answering as best she could, but her answers didn’t seem to be leading up to anything definitive. They were putting on a show, making her squirm because they could.
Don’t feel
, she reminded herself again.
Don’t show them anything
.

She caught sight of the two magistrates in the top row whispering to one another and sent them a hot glare. She could feel every set of eyes in the room boring into her back and wondered why nobody was speaking. Everything she’d just said was old news to the magistrates, so she wasn’t sure why any deliberation was necessary. She hoped a couple of snarky responses hadn’t somehow affected their decision.

“Thank you, Lieutenant,” the Grand Magistrate finally said. “That will be all.”

A tingle of panic tickled Ziva’s skin and her eyes widened.
That’s it?

“Bring in the witness, please.”

Witness?
Ziva stood there, frozen, attempting to contemplate all possible definitions for the word. Someone who could reinforce Dasaro’s guilt? Someone who had seen her shoot Nejdra? Or worse, someone who had seen Dasaro shoot her in Argall and had subsequently witnessed her use her Nostia to kill him? The panic became more than a tingle.

The courtroom’s massive doors slid open once again. Ziva whirled, wincing against the light that streamed in from outside. Three silhouettes appeared and entered the building, two MPs from the base escorting a prisoner in the same manner as she’d been escorted. They made it several strides into the room before she could see the person’s face clearly.

Even then, it still took her a split second to recognize the man. Judging by his unkempt hair and scraggly beard, Kyron Hoxie had already been incarcerated for some time. Last she knew, he’d been there on Chaiavis with Nejdra and Dasaro, but he hadn’t been in Argall to her knowledge. Had he defected from Dasaro’s team and been captured by HSP later? It was unlikely – the amount of time between Chaiavis and Argall would have been more than enough for him to disappear. She watched him walk up the center aisle of the room, meeting his gaze from behind furrowed eyebrows. The look in his eyes and the way he held his shoulders spoke volumes. He’d turned himself in.

Part of her was relieved to see him alive; when he’d disappeared after Nejdra’s death, some had blamed her. On the other hand, he could very well be testifying
against
her. Perhaps this was all part of a scheme Dasaro had concocted to take her down even in the event that he was killed. She certainly wouldn’t put it past him. She clenched her hands so tight her knuckles turned white.
Breathe. Focus. What’s the matter with you?

“I think everything will be just fine.”
Ziva shifted her attention away from Hoxie and down to Baez just in time to see him wink at her. This is what he’d meant when he said everything would be okay? Why couldn’t he have just told her the former captain would be testifying? Why put her through this?

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d taken anyone to court. Her jobs more often resulted in death than arrest, even when the objective wasn’t necessarily to kill. But after thinking for a moment, she realized why the situation was playing out like it was. Convicted criminals were no longer allowed to know who the witnesses in their trials were – or even if there
were
witnesses – in order to prevent them from collaborating or changing their stories. It was a fairly new law, implemented about halfway through her career at HSP. It was effective too, considering she’d had no idea Hoxie would be there.

All the noise in the room became a dull, mangled buzz in Ziva’s ears as she watched the guards position Hoxie on the small platform directly in front of the magistrates. She felt her skin crawl for reasons she couldn’t explain. Part of it was confusion as to why he was there, and part of it was the idea that he’d had a hand in everything that had happened to her, good or bad.

“What I have to say is very simple,” Hoxie said after the Grand Magistrate had asked him a few basic questions. He pivoted on the platform to face Ziva directly, and she was glad. It was clear that Baez and the judges already knew his story, so there was no point in pretending they didn’t. Besides, she felt like she deserved a nice long explanation.

“Ziva Payvan is innocent,” he said. “It was Nejdra Venn who broke into the palace and killed Ikaro Tachi that night at the gala. I was responsible for recreating Lieutenant Payvan’s fingerprints and DNA, and Captain Venn planted the items in Tachi’s room after murdering him. The purpose of the frame-up was to shift the attention away from Captain Dasaro and his plan to harvest all the niobi crystals in Argall. The idea was that authorities would be too busy chasing her to worry about what he was doing.”

Short of Nejdra herself killing Tachi, this was all information Ziva had deduced before they’d even gone to Argall. Baez had told her that her involvement in the assassination had already been waived anyway. She waited for Hoxie to continue, hoping he’d give her some information she actually wanted – and
needed
– to hear.

He droned on a while longer, explaining how he had been chosen to participate in Dasaro’s scheme due to his connection to Sergeant Loric during his time in the military. He and Venn had both been promised a share of the crystals harvested from Argall as payment, but he had opted out when Dasaro gave the order to murder all of the mining town’s residents. He’d dropped off the grid for several days before returning to Haphez and surrendering himself to HSP.

Get on with it
, Ziva thought, refusing to break eye contact with him.
Get me out of here
.

Finally, Hoxie turned back to the magistrates. “Your Honors, under the capital punishment laws put into place by the Haphezian crown, Captains Dasaro and Venn would have been put to death as punishment for their crimes. Lieutenant Payvan was responsible for killing both of them, although it was deemed self-defense in Dasaro’s case.” He shot a reassuring glance over his shoulder. “Despite the circumstances surrounding Venn’s death, would it not be appropriate to assume that she would have been executed by a Cleaner anyway and that her murder was, in that respect, acceptable?”

The room was dead silent for several long seconds as everyone mulled the idea over. The Grand Magistrate stared straight ahead, reading the holographic text that scrolled across his visor. Just when the silence had become nearly unbearable, he cleared his throat.

“You’ve got an excellent point Captain, one that was taken into consideration as we deliberated a verdict.”

Ziva tensed. At least they were acknowledging the fact that her fate had been predetermined – these games were just wasting everyone’s time. But despite the way Hoxie had just tilted the odds in her favor, she couldn’t bring herself to feel relieved just yet.

“Lieutenant Payvan, after examining the evidence and taking the witness’s statements into account, this court has elected to drop the charges against you. But make no mistake – this ruling does not by
any
means condone your actions. You may be the executioner, but leave the judge and jury parts up to us. Understand?”

She dipped her head. “Yes sir.”

“As such, you are being placed on disciplinary probation for the duration of one year. You will resume your duties at HSP in a normal fashion, but your actions will be under continuous review by a probation agent from the Royal Offices. Any breach of protocol will result in your immediate termination from the agency and incarceration in the Haphor Facility.”

The boom of the Grand Magistrate’s gavel hitting the desk sent a jolt through Ziva’s body and echoed through her head, drowning out the shuffling as everyone rose and began to leave. She stood there on the platform, still cuffed, staring straight ahead as her mind struggled to process everything.
One year… probation agent… immediate termination… incarceration….

“I told you it would be okay.”

Eyes wide and brows knit, Ziva turned and found Baez smiling up at her. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” she said.
Why didn’t you
warn
me?

“Go get yourself packed. I’ll meet you in the training center with your discharge information.”

One of the MPs reached up and touched her arm before she could ask further questions. “This way, ma’am.”

Ziva turned and made her way back down the long platform, watching as the two soldiers who had escorted Hoxie in took hold of the man’s arms and began to lead him out of the room. His green eyes shifted toward Ziva and she slowed.

“I’m sorry for everything,” he said as the MPs shoved him forward. “I’m glad you were able to stop Dasaro. And…I’m glad you’re okay.”

Ziva stepped down from the platform and was cut off as one of the soldiers moved cautiously between her and Hoxie. “Why’d you do it?” she called as they hauled him out the door. She paused, recalling the way she’d asked the same thing of Aroska Tarbic when he’d gotten the director to pardon her life after she’d saved him at Dakiti. 

Hoxie turned back toward her, forcing his escorts to slow down. “After I parted ways with Dasaro, I hid like a coward and did nothing to stop him. Add that to the fact that you could have just as easily killed
me
that day at the embassy and…it just seemed like the right thing to do.” One of the GA’s armored cars swooped down in front of them and he was hustled into it. “I’m sorry!” he called again. The car door slammed shut and he was gone.

-3-

Rehabilitation Center

Haphezian Grand Army Base, Na

With a jingle of chains and a soft click, the shackles were removed from Ziva’s wrists. She gave the MP a terse nod; he dipped his head in return and hurried away down the hall, leaving her alone in her little room. She turned and looked over the space, letting her gaze settle on the clothes and boots that had been set out on her bunk. Baez had thought of everything.

Unsure what exactly she was supposed to be doing, Ziva took up the clothes and went into the room’s tiny lavatory, quickly changing out of her inpatient scrubs. She pulled the clean tank top over her head, pausing a moment to examine the scar that ran along the lower left side of her breastbone. The caura treatment she’d been subjected to had done its work. The scar had been reduced to a thin line, with only a small mass of excess tissue at the exact place Dasaro’s bullet had entered her body.

Ziva folded the scrubs and returned to the main compartment, where she found Baez waiting at the door with a data pad.

“You didn’t trust me?” he said with a twinkle in his eye.

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” She felt compelled to ask again even though she guessed he legally couldn’t have.

Baez smiled and waved a device past her head before letting it hover over her heart for a moment. “And spoil the surprise? Where’s the fun in that?” He entered the readings from the device into the data pad. “Vitals look good. You’re in better shape than you were when you came in here.”

“Isn’t that the point?”

“I mean you’re in better shape than you were even at HSP. This is the best physical condition you’ve been in since spec ops training.”

Ziva lifted an eyebrow. She did feel good, more rejuvenated and energetic than she’d been in a long time. Despite the accelerated healing process, lying immobile in a hospital bed for several days had set her back, and the first few days of rehab had focused on regaining simple mobility. The last weeks of the session had been brutal and exhausting, but they weren’t kidding when they said the Na Facility could restore patients to one hundred ten percent functionality.

“I suppose this is goodbye, Lieutenant,” Baez said. “It’s been a pleasure.”

Ziva shrugged and looked around the room again. “So that’s it?”

“That’s it,” the doctor replied. “Once you make it back to Haphez, you’ll be Director Arion’s problem again.” He handed her the data pad. “Just show this at the transport hub and you’ll be on the next ship out of here.”

As eager as Ziva was to get away, it seemed like everything was happening too fast. “Thank you for everything,” she said, returning the handshake Baez offered.

“A rep from the base will meet you downstairs to sign you out,” he said. “I’ll be in my office if there’s anything else you need before you leave.”

He turned and strode out, leaving her alone again. With no personal effects to speak of, she had nothing to pack – anything she’d used during the course of her stay was a temporary provision from the facility. The only thing that really belonged to her now was the data pad. She looked down at it, studying her stats for a moment. As good as it felt to be done with rehab and the trial, the thought of going home to face a new kind of confinement in the form of her probation officer made her hesitate before rushing out the door. It wasn’t the first time she’d been placed on disciplinary probation, but never before had it been longer than a week or two, and never before had anyone been holding her leash so tightly. Breaking rules didn’t bring her any great pleasure, but sometimes it was the best and only way to accomplish a task. It was something Emeri and the rest of HSP had learned to deal with over the years, but likely something the Royal Officer was not going to tolerate.

Sighing, Ziva wandered into the hall and headed for the stairs just as she had less than an hour before, sans the armed escort. Up until this point, the prospect of going home had excited her, but now the thought had lost some of its charm. She wasn’t happy with the way HSP had handled things after Tachi’s assassination. While it was true that Haphezian culture followed more of a guilty-until-proven-innocent model than most other civilizations, the agency had taken one look at Dasaro’s fabricated evidence and had immediately believed his side of the story. Maybe they’d been right in doing so; he was the trusted veteran agent, after all. Regardless, the fact that everyone had been so quick to turn against her still bothered her. She’d always been led to believe she was one of HSP’s most prized assets, a tool they couldn’t afford to lose, but now she was doubtful. The agency had been willing to throw her away like a piece of trash without even bothering to hear her out, and that meant she’d somehow become less valuable to them. It meant she was expendable.

She was no stranger to the concept of expendability. It was something every one of HSP’s special ops agents knew they might have to deal with someday. If a spec ops agent – or, galaxy forbid, an entire
team
– was captured on a mission, it was no secret that the agency would deny all involvement with the operation in order to protect itself. If the agent or team managed to return home, it was considered a victory. If not, well…that was too bad, but it came with the territory. This was one of the reasons the director had refused to send in reinforcements when Ziva’s team had infiltrated the Dakiti Medical Research Center on Sardonis. But the situation she faced now was different. This was a matter of trust, of knowing the agency would have her back in everyday circumstances. Being abandoned in the field was one thing, something she could deal with. But being abandoned within HSP’s walls was something entirely different, and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to risk letting it happen again.

These were all things she’d contemplated during the countless hours she’d spent using the exercise equipment and staring out the window during the past ten weeks. Part of her had considered not returning to HSP; as much as she’d come to care for her teammates over the years, she’d always felt that she worked best on her own, responsible for no one but herself and free of any outside interference. The measure of autonomy the director had granted her was one of the only reasons she’d ever functioned as well as she had in the agency setting. Skeet and Zinni mercifully understood that, and they enjoyed the freedom as much as she did. They would lose most of their independence with a probation officer hovering around, and if that was the case, Ziva wasn’t even sure if she wanted to go back. 

On top of all that, her face had been plastered across every news screen planetwide following her arrest and escape. Half the Fringe probably knew who she was these days, which of course rendered any effort the agency had made to keep her identity a secret over the years completely futile. Not only was she uncomfortable with the idea of losing the privacy and anonymity she’d spent the past nine years basking in, but recognition from someone with unfriendly intentions could endanger a mission, even her life. The thought made her shiver.

She paused halfway down the hallway and leaned against the wall, eyes closed. The thought of leaving the agency almost made her uncomfortable – she’d been fairly happy there for so long. For a moment she wondered what she might do for work if she did decide to call it quits. Surely there’d be plenty of contract jobs throughout the Fringe Systems that wouldn’t be much different than what she and her team did during their independent service term each year.

Her team
. Her thoughts drifted to Skeet and Zinni, and then to Aroska. She’d sent word directly to Emeri authorizing Tarbic to join the Alpha squad during her time on Na, so they would still have the mandatory three members. Skeet was a good leader, maybe even better than her, and certainly better with people. He would carry the team well in her absence. She wondered how Marshay and Ryon might feel if she up and disappeared, and she was momentarily bothered that it was even something she was concerned about. They didn’t know the details of what her work consisted of, but they knew enough to realize there was always a chance she wouldn’t return from a mission. This situation would be no different. They had her house and they had her money. They would be fine.

Ziva allowed a growl to escape her throat and heaved another sigh before continuing down the hall. On the other hand, running off when she was supposed to be reporting to her probation officer would probably get her in worse trouble than she was already in, even if she was only gone for a little while. If she left, it would have to be permanently, and she would spend the next several years constantly looking over her shoulder. That was almost worse than just staying on her leash at HSP, she decided. Besides, her ship and weapons had all been impounded by the agency, and unless she wanted to dip into her off-world accounts to purchase new gear while on the run, she’d have to return home for at least a little while to re-claim everything. And maybe sucking it up and pushing through a year of disciplinary probation wouldn’t be so bad. She’d managed to behave herself for the past two months, after all.

She shoved all her thoughts to the back of her mind as she reached the training room and angled toward a man in military dress blues who stood near the front door.  He looked vaguely familiar, and the flicker of recognition that flashed across his eyes when he saw her told her she should know him from somewhere. He offered his hand as she approached.

“Lieutenant, it’s good to see you well. You probably don’t remember me.”

Ziva’s mind made the connection when she heard him speak. “Colonel Sheen,” she said, shaking his hand. “I tend to remember anyone who has pointed a gun at me.”

Kevyn Sheen’s smile made him seem like an entirely different man than the pissed off soldier she’d met in the sublevels of Dakiti. “I don’t blame you. And it’s just
Major
now, thanks to the court-martial that followed that whole fiasco on Sardonis.”

Ziva lifted an eyebrow. The two weeks of disciplinary leave she and her team had been subjected to as punishment for defying orders seemed mild in comparison. “I’m sorry,” she said.

“Don’t be. We got the bastards, didn’t we? I’d have gone to Dakiti even if it meant scrubbing lavatory floors for the rest of my career. The fact that my men and I didn’t get outright discharged has to tell you we did something right.”

“I suppose that’s true,” Ziva replied with a smirk. “I’m not sure how things would have turned out if you guys hadn’t shown up when you did.”

“All part of the job, ma’am,” Sheen said. “Let’s see what we’ve got here.” He took her data pad from her and looked it over for a moment, nodding approvingly as he read. He produced a stylus from his pocket and scribbled his electronic signature onto the pad. “You were clinically dead three different times in the medical transport after you were shot, and now look at you. You’re a tough lady, Lieutenant. HSP is lucky to have you.”

“That they are,” Ziva muttered, not bothering to suppress the nasty edge in her response.

Sheen took one last look at the data pad and chuckled again before handing it back to her. “And I’m probably not the first person to tell you this today, but
bhen ghetan
. All the best on your birthday.”

Ziva’s eyes grew wide. With all the other thoughts that had consumed her mind all morning, she’d nearly forgotten. Oddly enough, it had been the first thing she’d thought of upon awakening; depending on the outcome of the approaching hearing, it would either be one of her best birthdays or one of her worst.

“Actually you
are
the first,” she said, stiffening a bit. “It’s not something I like to call attention to.”

“My apologies then. May I walk you to the transport hub?”

She would have preferred to walk alone and take more time to consider her options, but she nodded anyway. Sheen’s words had struck a chord in her and she’d already made the decision to at least return home for a little while. It would be easier to think in her hollow under the sarmi tree than the busy base spaceport.

“So, twenty-nine,” Sheen said as the two of them started off across the compound. “You’ve still got a long career ahead of you. How long have you been at HSP?”

“Almost ten years – been in ops for a little over eight,” Ziva answered, leaving out the part about having been one of the agency’s contract assassins for nearly as long. “My team reached Alpha status two years ago.”

“They start you that early in ops?”

“Considering most of us are dead or retired before we’re forty, they don’t have much choice. It’s no different than joining the military at eighteen.”

“Touché,” Sheen said. “You people in ops get the job done, and that’s what matters.”

Ziva kept her gaze focused directly ahead, watching the ships that came and went from the base’s little spaceport. When the time came to leave the facility – assuming the trial ended positively – she’d pictured herself being escorted home by HSP or getting picked up by her squad. The thought of riding into Noro aboard a military transport full of sweaty GA recruits was less than appealing, but adapting to unappealing circumstances was no new concept.

She had just opened her mouth to ask Sheen about his court-martial when the man’s communicator crackled to life. “Major, are you seeing this?” a voice hollered over the open transmission.

It was then that Ziva noticed the whine of an approaching aircraft, not from the transport hub ahead but from behind them. All the military personnel in the vicinity had stopped what they were doing and turned their attention to the sky. Ziva swiveled to get a look for herself, immediately fixing her sights on the small ship descending toward them with a plume of jet black smoke billowing from its rear end. She studied its trajectory for a moment, calculating that they had approximately five seconds to move away before it crashed into the building they were standing beside.