Angelmass. Part 29
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The door closed behind him, and Forsythe swore gently under his breath. But Pirbazari and his neutral looks were the least of his worries at the moment. The key to stopping or at least slowing the flow of angels was-maybe-within his reach.
Kosta's data could prove vital to the Empyrean's survival. Even if Kosta himself wasn't.
Deep within the coc.o.o.n, the fabricators came to a halt. The task, at long last, was finished.
A tiny tunnel appeared in the side of the asteroid sh.e.l.l, similar to the one Kosta's s.h.i.+p had emerged from but much narrower. A chunk of rock rolled out, moving just quickly enough to drift slowly ahead of the coc.o.o.n. If the task force was on schedule, the next Pax s.h.i.+p would be coming into the nearby Empyreal net in six days, eighteen hours, and twenty-seven minutes. It would leave with the data-pulse satellite's message.
s.h.i.+fting into low standby mode, the coc.o.o.n settled down to wait.
CHAPTER 24.
"According to the receptionist's records," Pirbazari said, leaning over to peer through the line car's right-hand window, "Kosta headed out to the hunters.h.i.+p fields early this morning. He took a bunch of equipment with him."
"Interesting," Forsythe said. Had Kosta somehow caught wind of this and rabbited? "How much
equipment is there in a bunch?"
"Not much," Pirbazari said. "I don't think he's pulled the plug, if that's what you're wondering. She said he was just taking an experiment aboard one of the s.h.i.+ps."
"The Gazelle?"
"That's the one," Pirbazari nodded. "Same s.h.i.+p he used before. Ten to one we'll find the Xirrus'sstowaway somewhere in the vicinity.""I'd bet money on it," Forsythe agreed. "We have a number for the Gazelle's yard?""Yes-S-33, south field. Owner/operators are a brother and sister named Hanan and Ornina Daviee.
You want to head over and take a look?"
Forsythe looked over Pirbazari's shoulder at the Angelma.s.s Inst.i.tute looming behind him, his mind sifting the possibilities and options. "Yes," he said slowly. "But just Ronyon and me."
Pirbazari's expression hardened, just a little. "I strongly recommend against that, High Senator," he
said. "We don't know what sort of people we're dealing with here. It could be dangerous."
"I don't think so," Forsythe soothed him. "Not yet, anyway. We know they're smart, and smart
operators don't panic that easily. Besides, I may need you to move undercover later on, and it wouldn't do to let them know we're connected."
"The decision is of course yours," Pirbazari said grudgingly. "I still recommend against it."
"Recommendation noted." Forsythe nodded toward the Inst.i.tute building. "Is Slavis going to have
any trouble?"
"You mean in getting hold of Kosta's data?" Pirbazari shook his head. "No. High Senate staff IDs are quite persuasive."
"Good. You might as well go give him a hand. You didn't tell anyone I was here, did you?"
"No, sir. All we said was that we were members of your staff, here on a fact-finding mission. Which
is all true, of course," he added, almost as an afterthought.
Forsythe suppressed a grimace. A few months ago Pirbazari wouldn't have had any qualms over a judicious lie or two in the line of duty. Clearly, despite Forsythe's best efforts, the angels were still having an effect on his people. "I'll see you later, then," he said, settling himself against the seat cus.h.i.+ons. "Line car: hunters.h.i.+p service yard S-33."
The vehicle pulled away from the curb; and as it did so Forsythe felt a diffident tap on his shoulder. Yes? he signed, turning to look at his companion.
Ronyon had a strangely puckered look on his face. Is there danger? he signed back.
Forsythe smiled. Not really, he a.s.sured the other. Seated to Forsythe's left, the big man had of course been able to lip-read only Pirbazari's half of the conversation. We're just going to go and see some people. You have our angel?
Ronyon nodded with his usual eagerness. Right here, he signed, patting one ma.s.sive hand against his left-hand pocket.
Forsythe nodded and smiled again. Good. It was, not coincidentally, the pocket farthest from him. Among Ronyon's many endearing qualities was the ability to follow simple instructions to the letter.
With the emphasis on simple...
He threw Ronyon another look. Up till now the big man hadn't screwed up with any of this; but up till now he'd been in the more or less familiar setting of politics. This was different... and with a pair of con artists working the area, it would not be a good time for that first slip. The people we're going to see are some of those who go out in little s.h.i.+ps to look for angels, he signed to Ronyon. Because of that, there may be other people around who are looking for angels to steal. So I want you to be extra careful about keeping ours hidden away. Okay?
Ronyon nodded, his expression solemnly eager. I won't let anyone know.
They were into the hunters.h.i.+p yards now, row after row of dusty concrete rectangles, each blocked off from the street by a wire fence, many of them with a hunters.h.i.+p resting on well-worn grooves in the middle. It was more than a little reminiscent of the condition the Iathrus s.h.i.+pyards had been in before Forsythe rammed some reforms through the Lorelei Senate, and he made a mental note to check on just how much of the Gabriel Corporation's profits were going into basic maintenance.
Ronyon tapped him excitedly on the shoulder. There it is, he signed, pointing ahead. S-thirty-three, right?
Right, Forsythe agreed, settling himself into confrontation mode and trying to ignore his racing heartbeat. Smart operators, he reminded himself firmly, didn't panic easily.
There were two men standing outside the s.h.i.+p as the line car rolled to a halt: one balding and rather fat, the other much younger and looking like he was fresh out of university. Ronyon beside him, Forsythe stepped to the gate. "Excuse me," he called through the wire mesh.
Both men turned. "h.e.l.lo there," the older man said, waving them forward. "Come on in."
Forsythe lifted the catch and swung the gate open. "Sorry to bother you," he said as he and Ronyon headed toward the s.h.i.+p. "I'm looking for a Jereko Kosta, and thought I might find him here."
Even at their distance Forsythe could see the flicker of surprise and wariness that crossed the younger man's face. "I'm Kosta," he said. "And you?"
Forsythe waited until he and Ronyon had reached the other two before answering. "I'm High Senator Arkin Forsythe of Lorelei," he said, watching Kosta closely.
The reaction was more or less what Forsythe had expected: another flicker of surprise and perhaps a shade more wariness, but nothing even approaching panic. "I see," Kosta said. "I'm honored to meet you, High Senator."
"And I you," Forsythe told him gravely. "I've been following your work very closely. There are parts of it I find extremely interesting." He looked at the older man. "You must be Hanan Daviee."
"Yes, sir," Daviee said, looking dazed but recovering quickly. "Very honored to meet you, High Senator."
Forsythe nodded to him and turned back to Kosta. "I had to come to Seraph for a few days, and thought that while I was here it might be enlightening for me to check on the progress of your work."
"At the moment, sir, I'm afraid things are going very slowly," Kosta said, his voice apologetic. "Somehow, my funding has been frozen, and until that's straightened out I can't use any of the Inst.i.tute's facilities. Mr. Daviee has graciously allowed me to bring some sampling equipment aboard the Gazelle; otherwise, I'd be at a complete standstill."
"I see," Forsythe said. "Completely frozen, you say?"
"Yes, sir. Director Podolak's been trying to find the problem, but so far hasn't been able to."
"Perhaps I can look into it when I get back to Uhuru." Forsythe looked up at the s.h.i.+p looming over them. "You said you had some of your test gear aboard?"
"Yes, sir," Kosta nodded. "I could give you a tour of the setup, if you'd like."
"A very brief tour," Daviee interjected, looking a little pained. "Begging your pardon, High Senator, but we're scheduled to leave for Angelma.s.s in less than an hour. The tow car will be attaching in twenty minutes-once we start rolling the regs require that the Gazelles hatches be sealed."
"Twenty minutes should be enough," Forsythe a.s.sured him. Ronyon was hovering in clearly nervous uncertainty at his shoulder; without glancing up, he signed the big man to follow him. "Lead the way, Mr. Kosta," he added aloud.
It had been many years since Forsythe had been aboard a working s.h.i.+p like the Gazelle. Enough years for him to have forgotten how small and cramped and unpleasant they were, particularly when compared to liners and official government transports. Gingerly, trying not to touch the walls any more than he had to, he followed Kosta through the maze. "I have to apologize for the mess, High Senator," Kosta said over his shoulder as he stepped over a section of half-disa.s.sembled machinery protruding into the corridor and started down a narrow stairway leading to the Gazelle's lowest deck. "The Daviees have been working most of the night to try and get the s.h.i.+p ready to fly, and there are obviously still a few things to be done."
"I thought Gabriel was supposed to handle hunters.h.i.+p maintenance," Forsythe said.
Kosta shrugged. "I don't know. You'd have to ask Hanan about that. Here we are."
He stopped in front of a small s.h.i.+ny box wedged into a s.p.a.ce between two larger floor-to-ceiling equipment cabinets. A half dozen cables protruded from the top of the box, snaking their way to unknown destinations behind the cabinets. "This is the primary logic module of my experiment," Kosta said. "It takes data from a group of radiation sensors mounted on and just beneath the outer hull, does a fast a.n.a.lysis, and sends the results to a secondary module mounted in the Gazelle's main computer room."
Forsythe nodded, eyes flicking across the six cables. Four of them were readily explainable: three standard data-transfer mesh ribbons and one low-voltage electronics power line. But the other two cables... "What exactly is this particular experiment supposed to accomplish?" he asked.
"I'm hoping it'll help me get a handle on these unexplained radiation surges," Kosta told him. "I'm still not comfortable with the self-focusing theory that's been suggested."
"Yes, I got that impression from your paper." Forsythe nodded at the box. "Tell me about it. In detail."
Kosta took him at his word, launching into a convoluted discussion of spectrum sampling, core-spiral generation, and real-time pattern a.n.a.lysis. Forsythe was able to follow only about half of it; but that half was enough to show that the explanation wasn't simply built out of moonbeams and silk handkerchiefs. Whoever Kosta was-whatever this scheme was he was running here-he'd clearly done his homework.
"Interesting," Forsythe said when he'd finished. "And that's all this experiment's supposed to do?"
"Isn't that enough for one experiment?"
"I'm certain it is," Forsythe said, giving him a hard look. "I was curious about those two power lines coming out of your logic module." He gestured to the two cables that had caught his attention. "You're not going to tell me those are just more sensor lines, are you?"
The corner of Kosta's lip twitched. "No, they're part of something entirely different. A small test I'm piggybacking on top of the main sampling experiment."
"What kind of test?"
Kosta hesitated. "I'm sorry, High Senator, but I really can't talk about that. It keys off a discovery by
another Inst.i.tute member, something I promised to keep secret."
"Even from top government officials?" Forsythe demanded, adding a subtle note of threat to his tone.
"I'm sorry," Kosta repeated. "You can talk to Dr. Frashni directly-perhaps he'll be willing to tell
you. But I can't."
"I see," Forsythe said, studying the younger man's face. Odd; he'd have thought a good con artist would try to avoid ducking questions he could just as easily invent answers to.
Unless he really was doing something for this Dr. Frashni. He made a mental note for Pirbazari to check it out.
Over the hum of machinery came the sound of approaching footsteps, and he turned to see Hanan Daviee come up behind Ronyon. "I'm sorry, High Senator," the fat man apologized, "but I wanted to let you know that the tow car is here."
"Thank you," Forsythe said, glancing at his watch. It had indeed been just about twenty minutes since he and Ronyon had come aboard. If there was one thing the Gabriel Corporation was famous for, it was punctual scheduling. "I'll get out of your way now. Good luck with your hunt."
"Thank you, High Senator," the other said. "If you'll come this way, I'll show you to the exit. Oh, and by the way, the reporters are starting to arrive."
Forsythe stopped in mid-stride. "Reporters? What are reporters doing here?"
Hanan blinked. "Why... I a.s.sumed you called them.""No, I most certainly did not," Forsythe snarled, digging out his phone and punching in a number. This whole trip was supposed to be secret, d.a.m.n it. If this leak was Pirbazari's fault- Pirbazari answered on the second ring. "Yes?""It's Forsythe," Forsythe identified himself. "Why are there reporters gathering around the Gazelle?"There was a second of stunned silence. "Reporters?""Yes, reporters. I thought I made it clear that my presence here was not to be mentioned to anyone.""We haven't told anyone you were here, High Senator," Pirbazari insisted. "My only guess is that the Inst.i.tute receptionist jumped to that conclusion on her own."
Who had alerted her superiors, who had alerted the media, who were now gathering like scavengers
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