The Nano Flower Part 41

'Gregory,' Va.s.sili shoved out his arms theatrically. 'It's a retirement posting. They pushed me out to gra.s.s, the b.a.s.t.a.r.ds.'

'Don't tell me you'd prefer to be shuffling bytes in Moscow?'

Va.s.sii grunted. 'No. No you're right at that, Gregory. I have a responsibility here, some independence from our glorious knowledgeable Marshals. I'd never get the Defence Minister post anyway, I lack the politics. So here I am, tsar of sixty thousand square kilometres, even if three-fifths of it is still under the ice.'

The glacier was visible on the western horizon, a pristine white line disrupting the fusion of land and sky. It was beginrung to shoot out orange-pink reflections of the rising sun. The image had a dream clarity about it. Greg stared, fascinated.

'Does it keep you busy, Va.s.sii?' he asked.

'Bali, we're here to guarantee the zemstvo's boundaries until it's granted full independence by the UN. We've got the 341.

Indian zone to the north, and the French to the south. I don't think either of them is going to invade us, do you, Gregory?'

'No.'

'All we are is a glorified police force, saving the zemstvo from paying for their own. Not that the colonists could afford a police force, anyway. My troops spend their evenings stopping fights between drunks. That's all the farmers do, Gregory, plant their gene-tailored arable moss over this desolation during the day, and drink at night. They come out here with such high hopes, stars in their eyes. Then they see the true reality of Greenland. A desert of grubby s.h.i.+ngle, and rivers of sterile water colder than yeti's blood. This land they have bought will take a century to transform into the garden they were promised. They expected freedom, and they've found they've indentured their children. Of course they drink, but I forgive them for it. What else can I do?'

'Dreams are never cheap, Va.s.sili.'

'I know. But it saddens me to see so much heartache. They are so naive. Never trust a man with stars in his eyes, Gregory. Never.'

Greg was still facing the distant glacier. There was a cool wind gusting off it, ruffling his hair. The air was so clear.

He knew Event Horizon had funded a couple of settlements in the English zone. But Julia never mentioned them being a problem; Perhaps her smallholders had been equipped with drone planters. She did favour technological solutions to everything. But then colonizing Greenland was a very technical proposition. The idea behind the UN opening it up to settlers in the wake of the retreating ice was to turn it into a giant arable country. There was no ecology that would be destroyed by gene-tailored crops, no indigenous species to be usurped. Even the soil was devoid of bacteria. The farmers could use intensive cultivation techniques over every square metre with impunity.

He rubbed his arms. 'It's cold here. I'd forgotten what real mountain air could be like.'

'You English are wimps. It's too hot, it's too cold, it's too Wet. Never satisfied.'

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'Yeah, right,' Greg turned back to Va.s.sii. 'At least we're allowed to complain.'

Va.s.sili made a farting sound. 'Now we've found the glories of democracy, when do Russians ever do anything else?'

Greg glanced at the four young officers standing blank-faced behind Va.s.sii. 'I need to talk with you, Va.s.sii.'

'Bali, one phone call telling me you're coming. Then another from the Defence Ministry itself telling me to be vigilant this morning, there are to be no unaccountable accidents in my airs.p.a.ce. So I ask myself, all this for my old orange farmer friend?'

'I'm not farming right now. It's the middle of the b.l.o.o.d.y picking season, and I've been dragged away.'

'They never leave us alone, do they, Gregory?' Va.s.sii said soberly.

'This isn't the Army, the English government, Va.s.sili. I'm doing this for another friend of mine.'

Va.s.sii's bushy eyebrows rose. 'This must be a tremendous friends.h.i.+p you have.'

Greg jerked a thumb back at the Pegasus. 'Julia Evans, the owner of Event Horizon.'

'The Queen of Peterborough herself? What circles we two poor footsore soldiers move in these days, Gregory. Come then, come and tell me how a simple Russian general can be of help to the richest woman in the world.'

Va.s.sili's office was on the second floor of the airport building, taking up the entire western end, which gave him three gla.s.s walls looking out over Nova Kirov, the embryonic farms, and the glacier. There was a desk and high-back chairs, several bookcases, a long table for staff officer briefings. All the furniture was made from hard Siberian pine, with simple geometric carvings; it was old looking, cracked and worn, polished a thousand times. A battered samovar bubbled away on a table in the corner, its charcoal glowing rose-gold, filling the air with wisps of arid smoke. Polished artillery sh.e.l.ls were lined up on bookcases and the desk. One wall had a row of framed pictures, beribboned generals Greg didn't recognize, 343.

Yeltsin, Defence Minister Evgeniy Schitov. One frame held a metre length of helicopter blade; there was a chunk missing, as though some animal had taken a bite out of it. It was from a Mi-24 Hind K. Greg had been in it, liaising with Va.s.sii's troops, when it was. .h.i.t by AA fire from the Jihad Legion. Thankfully, the pilot's autorotation technique had been flawless.

Va.s.sii poured two cups of tea from his samovar as Greg sat at the long table. The tap squeaked each time he turned it. 'It's been in my family since before the Bolshevik Revolution,' he explained. 'I get the Air Force boys to fly my charcoal in. A general has some privileges.' He put the cup down in front of Greg. 'Have you cut yourself shaving, Gregory?'

Greg's hand went to the scar by his eye. The dermal seal membrane had peeled off during the night, but the new flesh was pink and tender. 'Did you hear about the Colonel Mairland crash?'

Va.s.sii sat opposite him, frowning. 'The airs.h.i.+p? Certainly, it was on the news channels last night. It caught fire somewhere over the Atlantic. Most of the crew got out. You were on board?'

'Yeah. Tell you, it didn't catch fire, by accident.'

'Gregory, my friend, you are too old and too slow to be thinking of combat. Leave it to the stalwarts like that fine young man accompanying you. Please.'

'Christ, don't you start.'

Va.s.sili chuckled, and blew on the top of his cup. 'So, what is it that Julia Evans wishes to know?'

'Is the Russian government mounting a covert deal against Event Horizon? And if so, she'd like to negot ate a peaceful Solution.'

Va.s.sili put his cup down without drinking any of the tea. 'Are you serious?'

'Yeah.' Greg didn't like the way Va.s.sili was looking at him, almost hurt. He hadn't liked asking, either. Maybe coming here hadn't been such a good idea.

'You seriously think my government would do such a thing?'

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'I don't think you would, Va.s.sii. But someone inside the republic is going b.a.l.l.s out against her. I need to know who.'

'Tell me, Gregory. Start at the beginning, and tell me all of it.'

Greg took a sip of tea, and started to talk.

Va.s.sili's rounded face was thoughtful when he finished. 'No, it is not the Russian government that is doing this,' he said. 'I would know. I have been informed of this atomic structuring science. This Clifford Jepson you talk of approached Mikoyan two days ago with his development sharing proposition. Naturally as good Russians, Mikoyan informed the Defence Ministry. You'll see that I'm telling the truth, Gregory.'

Greg pushed his empty cup over the table to Va.s.sili, meeting the general's eyes. 'I don't need to use my gland on you, Va.s.sii.'

'Bah, so morbid and serious you sound, Gregory. I have been of some help to you, have I not? Would you not do the same for me?'

'You have my address, and I'm on the phone. I can't offer you air defence cover, though.'- Va.s.sii slapped the table, laughing. 'So, we now need to know who is dragging my country's good name through the mud. Yes?'

'Yeah.' He thought for a moment. 'You said it was Mikoyan who informed your government. Didn't Mutizen approach the Russian Defence Ministry with its generator data?'

'No. I did not realize we owned a kombinate.'

'Only thirty-two per cent. But, yeah, it's as good as outright owners.h.i.+p.'

'If the government has a controlling stake, they would have made sure the generator data was used to their advantage. It would never be offered to Event Horizon.' Va.s.sili stood up and took the cups back to the samovar. 'I don't like this, Gregory. The briefing officer they sent over explained some of the possible defence applications of atomic structuring. There will be a terrible scramble to acquire it. All or nothing, Gregory. What country could afford to be without it? A s.h.i.+eld which can protect whole cities against nuclear weapons and electron compression warheads. The citizens of the world would demand nothing less from their leaders. And I would venture that offensive capabilities will soon follow. People are ;o very good at that kind of thing. And now you tell me there are unknown players on the field seeking a monopoly. No, this is not good, and not just for Julia Evans.'

Greg ran a hand across his forehead. Last night he had been too exhausted to give atomic structuring much thought. But Va.s.sii's comments were opening his mind up to possibilities, few of them good. 'You think it'll mean a new arms race?'

Va.s.sili refilled the cups and returned to the table. 'Arms race, economic upheaval.' He gave Greg a sad smile. 'And just when we were getting over the worse of the Warming.'

'Yeah. England's a good place to live in again, Va.s.sii. You wouldn't know it was the same country that suffered under the PSP.'

'Do you have the names of the Russian export companies Jason Whitehurst was trading with?'

'Sure.' Greg pulled his cybofax out, and called up the data. He handed it over to Va.s.sili. 'Mean anything to you?'

'Perhaps.' Va.s.sili walked over to his desk and activated his terminal. Greg saw him squirt the export companies' profiles into the key.

'I have a scrambled link with the military intelligence cores in Moscow,' Va.s.sii said. 'And through that I can access the Federal Cnme Directorate memory cores. This won't take a minute.' He sat behind the desk.

The s.h.i.+ny artillery sh.e.l.ls prevented Greg from seeing what data was in the cubes. He drank some tea.

Va.s.sili suddenly let out a contemptuous grunt.

'What?' Greg asked.

'I'm surprised at you, Gregory. Mindstar gave you intelligence data-correlation training, did they not?'

'Three months of lectures and exercises, yeah. Why?''Shame on you, then. Do you not recognize that you are in familiar territory with this so-called Russian dealer? HaveYou no sense of d4id vu?'

'Familiar, how?'

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'Private organizations that form a powerful national cartel, influencing government departments. Who do you know that duplicates that pattern, Gregory?'

's.h.i.+t. Julia. Do you mean we're up against the Russian equivalent of Julia Evans?'

Va.s.sii sighed, and switched off his terminal. 'No, Gregory. Russia envies Julia Evans and Event Horizon. How could we not? A woman who devotes her wealth and power to nurturing her own country. Who does not abuse her position. An honourable person. No, Gregory, we have no equivalent of Julia Evans. Instead, this is something Russians are ashamed of. The other side of democracy's coin.'

'What is it?'

Va.s.sili came back to the table, and sat heavily. 'Dolgoprudnensky,' he spat.

'Never heard of it. Whatever it is.'

'Bali, of that I am pleased. I would like you to have the good memories of Russia only. But they exist. They are our Mafia, our Yakuza, our Triads. Organized crime, Gregory. These fifteen export companies are all owned by known Dolgoprudnensky members. Every one of them. What was it you were always saying in Thrkey? There is no such thing as coincidence.'

'Right. And this Dolgoprudnensky is powerful enough to influence your government?'

'Influence is a strong word. They would not be able to buy our parliamentary cabinet members, not outright. But then, does Julia Evans actually hand over cash to make the New Conservatives do her bidding?'

'Point taken.'

'They are everywhere, Gregory, our bureaucracy is rotten with them. It is only natural, they are the Communist Party's successors. They grew up in the party's shadows in the eighties and nineties. There were eight or nine of them in Moscow alone in those days, the Podolsk, Chechen, Solntsevo, others, but the Dolgoprudnensky was the largest even then. It was inevitable they would absorb the rest. Now there is only Dolgoprudnensky, stretching right across the republic. There had been criminals in the Soviet Union before them, but 347.

never so well organized, nor so brazen. Afghanistan was the start, the youths who returned from it were a breed the authorities had never dealt with before. The Afganrsi. They bad no respect, no morals, no conscience. The war had burnt it out of them, they could see they were fighting for nothing, and worse, for a lie. Not all of them, of course, but enough, a hard core that turned to crime. Then the Communists fell, and the gangs began to fill the vacuum they left behind. The corruption, Gregory, the sheer misuse of power. Westerners still have little conception of how the Communists ransacked our country to maintain their personal status. Dolgoprudnensky doesn't have their stature, but it is just as insidious, with its rackets and syntho vats, and prost.i.tutes; its legitimate companies defrauding factories and farmers, and the bought officials sanctioning both. We fight them through the police and Justice Ministry, Gregory, fight and fight, until buildings burn and blood is spilt, but the best we can do is hold what ground we have.'

'I didn't know. I'm sorry.'

'No, it is I who am shamed. It is a terrible thing to tell someone this is the land I am sworn to defend, the kind of people I will die for.'

'We all have organized crime, Va.s.sii. The number of people involved is so small you can't even call them a minority.'

Va.s.sii handed Greg's cybofax back. 'But the trouble and misery they cause is vast. See what they've done to this old man, made him unable to look his friend in the face.'

'Can we help?' Greg asked. 'Hand over what we've got to the Russian Justice Ministry?'

'What have you got, Gregory? Fifteen companies traded with someone whose airs.h.i.+p you say was 'attacked by tekmercs. Kombinates are jockeying for advantage over a new technology. How can this help us?'

Greg toyed with his empty cup, feeling stupid. 'Yeah, right.' For Victor '1~'o it would've been enough, for a tekmerc It would've been enough. Circ.u.mstantial proof which condemned for all of time. How strange that illegality could accept what the law couldn't.

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'I tell you this, Gregory, if you ever meet any of the Dolgoprudnensky face to face, then you shoot. That is the best help you can give us. Shoot. Shoot them down like rabid animals.'

'Is there a name?' he asked. 'A leader? I like to have a name for what I'm up against. I can form a picture that way.'

'Kirilov. Pavel Kirby. The b.a.s.t.a.r.d, he lives like a merchant from the decadent imperial days, he flaunts his wealth and luxuries, he has many young girls to amuse him. But he is smart, cunning. Nothing ever holds against him in the courts, he laughs at the very best our prosecutors can do.'

Greg climbed to his feet. The sun was completely above the horizon now, casting long shadows. A thick blanket of mist had risen, glowing pink in the sunlight; it swirled gently above the cultivated land, filling Nova Kirov's broad streets. People and horses looked like they were wading through it.

'What will you do?' Va.s.sii asked.

'Find out where Charlotte Fielder got the flower from, then go and meet the alien.'

Va.s.sii gripped both of his hands. 'Gregory, if this alien turns out to be a threat, do not keep the knowledge to yourself. Do not become like the kombinates, and seek to gain advantage from it. It is the concern of all the peoples of this world.'

'if it's dangerous, I'll scream the house down, no messing. No matter what Julia Evans or Royan might say.'

'Good, for I confess, what you have told me about this alien has frightened me. This is very strange behaviour for a sentient creature. I am forced to say suspicious. Hiding like this, contacting weapons merchants before governments. Not good. You listen to me, my command network is plugged into the Chinese and Eastern Federation Co-Defence League's Strategic Defence platforms, and I am authorized to use them. I have the codes, and I am prepared to activate the systems, Gregory, on your word.'

'That's.. . quite a responsibility.'

'You are a soldier, Gregory, a true soldier. You will do what's right, I know you will.' Va.s.sii let go of his hands, and clapped him on the shoulder again, grinning. 'Besides, since when did you go into battle without covering fire, eh? A THE NANO FLOWER349.

soldier's most important maxim. Backup, Gregory. I will be your backup, once again.' He shook his head, grin turning to a mock scowl. 'Bah, listen to us. Two ageing warriors lost in the past. Portentous, are we not?'

'Very, but at least n.o.body else knows.'

Va.s.sili laughed.

'One last thing,' Greg said. 'Can you run another name through the Federal Crime Directorate memory core for me?'