The Nano Flower Part 21

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Malcolm Ramkartra was looking at him with a studied expression, respectful, and more than a little disconcerted.

'Oh yeah,' Greg said. 'But it costs.'

Each of the observers had become a whirlpool of excitement. One of them began to follow Leol Reiger.

'Who was that?' he asked Suzi.

'Leol f.u.c.king Reiger, real bundle of fun. Likes to think he's a premier-grade tekmerc, but he's just a jumped up hardliner with an att.i.tude problem.'



'I thought the two of you were trying to out-cool each other to death.'

Suzi's face hardened. 'Listen, he might be a prize p.r.i.c.k, but if he's in on this deal there's serious trouble brewing.'

'Yeah, he's not working with the observers for a start.'

'Oh, b.o.l.l.o.c.ks. A third group involved.' She sucked in air, letting it whistle through her teeth. 'Greg, I don't like this.'

'Tell you, me neither.'

Leo! Reiger and Chad sank out of his perception range. They had taken one of the gla.s.s cage lifts down the side of the well.

'What now?' Suzi asked.

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'I still want to talk to one of those observers. But first I think we'd better make use of the small lead we've got.'

'Are you going to warn Baronski?' Malcolm Ramkartra asked.

Greg thought for a moment. Leol Reiger's mind bad been screaming for vengeance as he disappeared. 'No. Reiger has gone to regroup, that's all. We've got a small breathing s.p.a.ce. Baronski isn't our concern, if we try and safeguard him, Reiger will come after us, and I don't know what he's loaded with.' He gave Suzi an enquiring glance.

'G.o.d knows,' she said. 'But he won't be travelling lightweight. He'll have hardline backup, and he'll have made sure it's enough to get him into Baronski's apartment.'

'So scratch Baronski, maybe the observers will protect him when they see Reiger coming back. Then, maybe not. Our advantage is we know about Whitehurst, let's exploit that.' Greg pulled his cybofax from his top pocket, and give it Julia's number. He squinted at the screen when she came on; she was sitting in the back seat of her Rolls. The real Julia. 'How were the speeches?'

'Boring, I'll trade places with you next time.'

'Deal. Listen, are you up to date?'

'Yes, her name's Charlotte Fielder, and you're going to see Baronski.'

'Seen him. Trouble is, there's one very p.i.s.sed off tekmerc here called Leo! Reiger who wants to see him as well.'

'Do you need a.s.sistance?'

'No, he's gone now. But Baronski is being watched, and not by Reiger. That means at least two other groups are on the same trail we are.'

'Dear Lord. Who, Greg?'

'I don't know. I was hoping you could tell us.'

Julia sucked her lower lip in concern. 'No, sorry. I'll get my team on it.'

'You do that. But at least we've got a lead on Fielder from Baronski. He told us that she's gone off with someone called Jason Whitehurst, a trader. Do you know him?'

'Jason? Yes, I know him, I even do business with him. He places some of my gear in Africa and the Far East; he runs 188.

some complex exchange deals, but he's reliable. I've met him at a few functions. . Quite a nice old boy. You'd get on well with him, Greg, he's ex-miitary.'

'No messing? Well, that boy who left the El Harhari with Charlotte Fielder was Jason Whitehurst's son, Fabian; so she's definitely with Whitehurst. The thing is, Baronski can't contact her. Apparently Whitehurst lives in an airs.h.i.+p, and he's not answering call~. I need its co-ordinates.'

'Jason's son?' Julia asked.

Greg picked up on the puzzlement in her voice. 'Yeah.'

'I don't think so, Greg, Jason's gay.'

'Christ,' Suzi muttered. 'You said it, Greg, that old fart Baronski cheated you. How about we go back and find out who the kid really is?'

The neurohormone hangover was beginning to bite. He tried to concentrate. 'Irrelevant; Charlotte left with that boy, and Baronski believed he was Jason Whitehurst's son. So whatever this Fabian character really is, he and Jason are operating together. And Jason is definitely plugged in somewhere down the line; why else did he pull his vanis.h.i.+ng act? Julia, a.s.semble a full profile on Jason Whitehurst for us, and find out where the b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l that airs.h.i.+p is.'

'OK, it's already underway.'

'Fine, call me back when you have something.' He tucked the cybofax back into his top pocket. 'Right, let's go and lift one of those observers.'

'I wonder who's paying Leo!?' Suzi asked as they walked towards the well.

'One at a time, Suzi, pLease.'

aunted?' Fabian's eyes widened in delight. 'How can an asteroid be haunted?'

'I've no idea; it was only a rumour,' Charlotte replied idly. She hugged one of the den's cus.h.i.+ons. It was fun doing it on the cus.h.i.+ons, there were lots of combinations they could be used in, imagination and gravity the only limits. None of her usual patrons could have coped with her inventiveness; even with their expensive clinic treatments joints creaked, muscles soon tired. But Fabian was more than capable, and becoming increasingly proficient under her tutelage. 'How does anywhere get to be haunted?'

It was gloomy in the den, Fabian had turned the biolums off, leaving just the light from the fish tanks and the flat-screens to illuminate them. A black and white videoke scene they had recorded earlier was playing on the biggest flatscreen, showing Charlotte going through one of Charlie Chaplin's slapstick routines. Fabian had stolen a dinner jacket and trousers from his father's wardrobe for her to wear. They were baggy enough to complete the 'little tramp' image, but even after five goes she couldn't get the movements quite right. The holographic exoskeleton which ch.o.r.eographed her limb movements was inordinately difficult to follow. She was beginning to respect just how gymnastic Chaplin must have been.

'If something really terrible happens to a chap, like a murder or something, then his spirit is so heavy with grief 1 that it lingers,' Fabian said. 'That's what I heard, anyway.'

'Hmm, don't think there have been any murders in New London yet. They used to say that shooting stars were the souls of emperors ascending to heaven; perhaps they all migrated into the asteroid.'

Fabian giggled. 'Napoleon, Caesar, and Queen Victoria all spooking up the habitation cavern together, they'd have a right old time.'

CHAPTER THIRTEEN.

Charlotte counted that observation as quite a victory. The Fabian who'd leered at her during the Newflelds ball would have launched into a lecture about how shooting stars were actually meteorites breaking apart in the atmosphere as they were coming down. So, stupid, how could they be spirits going up?

She wanted Fabian on her side, not that she had any choice when it came to allies. However, she did have some considerable advantages. He was a fifteen-year-old s.e.x maniac, and completely in love with her. On top of that, he was fascinated with s.p.a.ce. And she could satisfy each desire. Got him by the heart, b.a.l.l.s, and mind. Poor old Fabian.

'Queen Victoria?' Charlotte enquired.

'Absolutely, she was empress over the biggest empire there ever was.'

'Oh, yes. I think we'd better sc.r.a.p that idea, then. She would be pretty distinctive even as a ghost. The Celestials couldn't mistake her.'

'Celestials?' Fabian rolled over onto his belly, resting his chin on his hands. He flipped his hair aside. 'Who's that? Go on, tell me. You know you will.'

'All right. But you're not to tell anyone else. No showing off to your party friends that you know something they don't.'

'Promise. Really, Charlotte, I do.'

'All right. The Celestial Apostles are a group of about two hundred people who live up in New London without official clearance.'

'You mean like tekmercs?'

'No, not at all like tekmercs. Their name is a bit of a cover-all for all the illegals up there these days. But the original Celestial Apostles were founded as a religious community. From what I could understand they're waiting for something like the Second Coming.'

'Why can't they wait for it on Earth?'

'Revelation, chapter four, verse one: there is a door which opens into Heaven - presumably New London.'

'Oh, crikey!' Fabian whined in disgust. 'All the religious nuts always quote Revelation to back up their visions. It's THE HANG FLOWER.

pure junk, just like Nostradamus. You can read anything you want into it if you're stupid enough.'

'I know. Convenient, isn't it?' She flashed him a bright smile. 'Anyway, chapter four goes on to say: "Come up hither, and I will show thee things which must be hereafter." Which is why the Celestials chose to stay in New London, because that's where they'll see whatever it is that's coming. It does have a kind of internal logic.'

'I suppose so.'

'What started off as a fringe religious movement attracted more people when they realized it was possible to stay up there without Event Horizon's permission; the idealists who really believe in s.p.a.ce, the old High Frontier dream. Construction workers mainly, ones whose contract with Event Horizon ran out after the main section of the colony was finished. A whole host of oddb.a.l.l.s threw in with them, from research professors right down to maintenance engineers who'd been fired for negligence. All of them determined not to be flung out of what they see as the human race's greatest hope. So the Celestial Apostles preach two kinds of salvation now. Both wings of the movement expect New London to be a fulcrum in human events. I think they may be right, too, the technological Celestials. There are another four asteroid-capture missions in progress; it's the way the future's going. One day there could be hundreds of inhabited asteroids in orbit around Earth, and think how that kind of industrial capacity would boost the global economy.'

'But how could these Celestials stay up there if their contracts ran out? I thought only active workers were allowed to live in New London.'

'How would you find them, Fabian? There are fifteen thousand people living and working in New London, plus another four or five thousand tourists at any one time. How can you spot two hundred illegals in that crowd? Especially as there's only about seventy police officers, with maybe twice that many Event Horizon security staff. It would be a fulltime job for the lot of them. And the Celestials hide good, Fabian. New London's habitat chamber, Hyde Cavern, has a surface area of twenty-three square kilometres, then there's 192.

the tunnels, hundreds of kilometres of them, and natural caves, fissures in the rock that Event Horizon has never mapped out.'

Fabian's expression was remote, junky eyes gazing at her. 'They live in caves?'

'Yes, most of them, or the unused apartments.'

'How come you know all this?' he asked suspiciously.

'I met a couple of them. They try and get round as many tourists as possible, asking us to join. They were very serious, almost evangelical. Everyone's welcome, they said. Not my cup of tea.'

'Crikey, you mean they're recruiting more people to join them?'

'Yes.'

'But you said there was over two hundred Celestials already. They'd never be able to buy food for that many, not in a closed environment. Besides, the banks would burn their cards. What do they eat?'

Charlotte laughed. 'Whatever they want. The only plant you can't eat in Hyde Cavern is the gra.s.s, the rest is all fruit and vegetable, every type you can name. A vegetarian's paradise. It looks spectacular, too. Most of the plants were gene-tailored, and the New London Civil Council insisted they were given decent flowers.' She drew a deep breath, remembering. 'And the scents! Fabian, there's nowhere on Earth that smells so fresh.'

He deflated in frustration. 'b.l.o.o.d.y h.e.l.l, I want to go there.'

She leant over and kissed the nape of his neck. 'I'm sorry, Fabian. I didn't mean to make you jealous.'

'I'm not. It's just.. . I wish Father would trust me more.'

'He's a busy man right now.' She moved her lips on to his spine, tasting warm saltiness. His downy hair brus.h.i.+ng against her cheek. 'And New London is going to be there for a long, long time.'

'Oh, Father's always busy.'

'He told me he'd got some very important contracts to tie up this week.'

'Crikey, you're not kidding. I'm not even allowed to use my terminal's datalink to the communication platforms. How am I supposed to get hold of the latest yR games, and the new videoke releases?'

Charlotte stopped her featherlight kisses halfway down Fabian's back. She had been depending on him to provide her with a communication circuit to Baronski. Jason Whitehurst seemed to have thought of that too. G.o.d d.a.m.n the man! 'Isn't that unusual?'

'I'll say so. There isn't a single satellite uplink free. I don't know what he can do with all the data that's being squirted on board. All of our cargo agents are plugged into the company management processor cores. He must be selling off an entire country.'

'Hey, can you see what they're downloading with all this gear of yours?' She made it come out casually, an impulse.

Fabian twisted his head to look back over his shoulder at her. 'Well, yes, I suppose I could. Technically, I mean. My gear could handle it.' He looked straight ahead again. 'I never have though.'

She started kissing his spine again. 'It might be fun.'

'Father tells me everything about the business.'

'Everything?'

'Think so.' There were shades of defensiveness and doubt jumbled together in his voice.

Charlotte reached his b.u.t.tocks. 'Thrn over, Fabian.'

Charlotte pulled on a broad white cotton halter top, and a pair of running shorts. They were tight, making her look as if she was about to burst out of them. Partly clothed always excited men more than being naked.

Fabian watched her getting dressed, wearing the serious face of someone at prayer. 'You're so beautiful.'

She knelt down and put her hand under her chin. 'You keep saying that.'

'Because you are.'

'And you're very chivalrous.'

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