The Nano Flower Part 43

'You think that's him, boy?' Philip Evans asked. 'The alien?'

'Alien?' Charlotte gasped. Fabian lurched upright in his chair, staring at Philip Evans's image.

n.o.body said anything, they were all looking at Greg, waiting for him to speak, like he was some sort of guru or something, she thought. He blinked slowly, and focused on her. She s.h.i.+fted uncomfortably, feeling Fabian's hand in her own, the damp smooth skin tightening its grip silently. Greg didn't just look at you, she decided, he judged you. A psychic. The realization didn't make her any more comfortable. There were stories- 'You said you broke off your holiday to deliver the flower?'

Greg asked.

'Yes.' Her throat was contracting.

'How much of it did you miss?'

'Four days, All's package was for a fortnight. But! changed my ticket for an earlier flight. The agent said there was no problem. I landed at Capetown then caught a connecting ifight.'

'Ah.' A smile spread across his face. 'I think we'd better fill you in on a few points.'

sat dumb while everyone had their say. First Charlotte telling how some Celestial Apostle handed her the alien flower. And just what the flick was a Celestial Apostle anyway? Then Greg on his Russian general mate, and how the Dolgoprudnensky were probably plugged in somewhere down the line. At least she knew about the Dolgoprudnensky, tough b.a.s.t.a.r.ds. Julia started rapping about her stars.h.i.+p supertechnology, and the heat she was getting from kombinates and microbes, and Royan being his usual monomaniac self. Royan always had to take apart anything new; split it open, figure it out, and put it back together so that it worked smoother. If Julia didn't know that about him then they weren't as close as she thought.

All heavy duty s.h.i.+t...

Charlotte and Fabian were sitting up straight like a couple of kids at school who'd been lumbered with the toughest master for a lesson, hanging on to every word. Charlotte's gorgeous face was crinkling from the effort of following details. Suzi glanced casually at the girl's profile. Not bad at all. Which reminded Suzi of Andria, who she hadn't phoned since the airs.h.i.+p.

The rap went on relentlessly around her. It was something she hated, and she couldn't let them know. Silence implied wisdom, some bulis.h.i.+t like that. Let them think she was lost in deep thoughts, fully plugged in. This was Greg's scene, not hers. She could plan ahead, sort a deal down to the last detail. Good at it, too. But she could never pin the past down the way Greg could. He listened to what people said they believed had happened, thought about it, then explained what had really been going on. And it all made sense, like he was fitting a big jigsaw of events together in his mind, a map through what had been. Him and his warlock intuition.

She grinned at him.

He gave her a knowing look, then broke away. 'You see,

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

.Charlotte,' he said, 'you didn't know it, but you've actually been working for the Dolgoprudnensky since you left the orphanage. According to General Kamoskin, Baronski was plugged into them at a high level. That's why he always sent you and the other girls looking for financial gossip. He made some money out of it, certainly; but all the really smart data was squirted back to this Pavel Kirilov character. He's in a position to make a lot more use of it than Baronski ever could.'

The girl looked crestfallen. Suzi could see Fabian's hand locked in hers under the table, his thumb stroking gently.

'And you think it was the Dolgoprudnensky who asked Jason Whitehurst to lift her from Monaco?' Victor asked.

'Yeah.'

'Father did business with them,' Fabian said unexpectedly. it was sneaky stuff. Made us a heck of a lot of money, though.'

'Are you sure?' Julia asked.

The boy grimaced. 'Absolutely. Father explained it to me.' lie smiled at Charlotte, ifipping a lock of hair from his eyes. ~I said he told me everything.'

'Yes, you did,' Charlotte said. 'So how did it work?'

'It was the Dolgoprudnensky who made sure we were granted all our import-export licences with the Eastern Federation states. Licences are really tricky to get most of the time, unless you know the right people; those Eastern European states are still lumbered with huge civil service bureaucracies. All we had to do in return for the licences was use ihips which the Dolgoprudnensky owned to carry our cargoes in and out of Odessa. It's simple really, most of our trade with Russia involves exchanging their timber for household gear and industrial cybernetics. So say if a Russian company :omes to us and asks us for a particular piece of foreign hardware, we look round the global timber market and come back with a weight of wood which is equal to the cost of that hardware. Next, the Russian government's Timber Export Directorate authorizes the release of that weight from their ~tocks. They have millions of tonnes of dead deciduous trees 'eft over from the Warming, it's a big national resource for 360.

them. The timber is s.h.i.+pped out of Odessa at ten per cent above the normal commercial carriage rate, and in return the company gets its hardware. n.o.body queries the amount of wood being sold abroad which pays for that extra ten per cent in the s.h.i.+pping costs, because the Dolgoprudnensky have consolidated their control of the Timber Export Directorate. From the Director herself right down to the office cleaners, the entire staff is made up of Dolgoprudnensky members; it's like a closed shop, the personnel department will only employ their nominees. And the only merchants who are admitted to the Directorate's approved list to barter timber are the ones in on the deal. Like Father.'

'And timber is bulky,' Julia said. 'You need a lot of s.h.i.+ps to transport it.'

'That's right. Only father didn't just supply single pieces of hardware to Russia, he s.h.i.+pped in entire factories.'

Charlotte reached out and smoothed the remaining strands of hair from Fabian's forehead. They both smiled at each other.

'OK,' said Greg. 'That confirms it. Jason Whitehurst was working for the Dolgoprudnensky, at least to start with. When he began to realize how valuable Charlotte was he decided he didn't need them any more. It explains why Nia Korovilla was on board, to keep a close watch on the Dolgoprudnensky's most valuable timber deal parmer. And they were also the ones who mounted the observation on Baronski's apartment after the Colonel Maidand failed to show at Odessa.'

'But how did they know I was carrying the flower for Julia?' Charlotte asked.

'They wouldn't have known it was the flower specifically, not at first,' Greg said; he pursed his lips, gazing at the ceiling. 'Let's see. How long had it been since your last genuine by-yourself holiday?'

'I'm not sure, a couple of years at least, maybe longer.'

'OK, and where were you when you asked Baronski to get you in to the Newflelds ball?'

'I was still up at New London. If he couldn't get me a ticket there wouldn't have been much point in coming back to Earth early.'

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'And you specifically told him it was Julia you wanted to see?'

'Yes.'

'Good. That would make Baronski very suspicious. You break off a pre-paid holiday of a lifetime, all because you want to physically meet the woman who owns one of the largest companies in the world. There must have been a compelling reason, yet you didn't tell him, which is not only out of character, it goes against your whole arrangement with him. If I was Baronski, someone who lived off the kind of byte sc.r.a.ps dropped by people like Julia, I'd want to know exactly what you were up to.

'I'd say it went like this. After he found you the Newfields ticket he called the Dolgoprudnensky and told them something dodgy was going down. You either knew something about Julia, or you were carrying something to her. They would have been on to you straight away, probably before you left New London. Your luggage would be searched, which I'm guessing is when they took a sample of the flower. It was obviously something that had been given to you recently, something you'd brought down from New London. An empathic psychic would home on tO that flower straight off. Tell you, it gives off some pretty weird vibes. And any pro tekmerc team would use a psychic on an observation mission. Suzi will tell you.'

She gave Charlotte a rough nod. 'Too f.u.c.king true. When we roll a courier, anything and everything they have with them is suspect until proved otherwise. Clothing, hair, luggage. We even pick up sweet wrappers out of the bin, half-eaten hamburgers, you name it, anything discarded. Using an empath is routine, it's the least you need. Me, I prefer a precog if I can get me one. They tend to be more reliable.' She held Greg's eye, taunting.

'The man at the airport!' Charlotte said in a fearful gasp.

'What man?' Suzi asked keenly.

'I saw him twice, maybe three times. He was waiting at Capetown when I landed, then he was at the Monaco airport, too. And I thought I caught a glimpse of him at the Newflelds ball, but I couldn't be certain. He was dressed as a waiter.'

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'Interesting,' Greg said.

'No such thing as coincidence,' Victor murmured.

'No messing.' Greg turned back to Charlotte. 'When did Baronski tell you to meet Jason Whitehurst?'

'He called me right after my flight landed at Capetown. I was still in the s.p.a.ceport.'

'A day after he organized the ticket. Plenty of time for the Dolgoprudnensky agents to discover the flower. After that, after they had a.n.a.lysed it and discovered it was alien, they would have been very interested in exactly where in New London you obtained it, and from whom. They must have allowed you to go to the Newflelds ball so they could confirm it was Julia you were delivering the flower to. Then Jason Whitehurst was supposed to take you straight to them for interrogation.' He shook his head in amused admiration. 'They must have been frantic when you dropped out of sight. I imagine they've had their agents searching New London for the last four days.'

'So if the Dolgoprudnensky haven't contacted the alien, why did Mutizen make their offer to me?' Julia asked.

'It wasn't a genuine offer,' Greg said. 'As far as we know, Event Horizon is the only company to be offered generator data by Mutizen. Everyone else has been approached by Clifford Jepson, including Mikoyan who loyally informed the Russian Defence Ministry. Consider the timing. Three or four days ago the Dolgoprudnensky learned about atomic structuring, either from contacts in Mikoyan or the Russian Defence Ministry. A technology so startlingly original it's frightened the c.r.a.p out of every company and government that's heard about it. Then, at more or less the same time, they find out there could be an alien in the solar system. Just like you did, Julia; and just like you they drew the same conclusion. The two have to be connected. Since then, they have been doing exactly the same as everyone else, trying to find the source of atomic structuring, the owner of the generator data. Their advantage was that they were the first to know about both atomic structuring and Royan's alien together. They thought all they had to do was interrogate Charlotte and they would get to the alien first. But then Jason THE NANO PLOWER.

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Whitehurst played his joker and isolated her. The Dolgoprudnensky started to panic. There's a definite deadline involved, because tomorrow Clifford Jepson is going to finalize his partners.h.i.+p. If they want in, they're going to have to find the alien before then. They're trying to get you and Clifford Jepson to do their work for them.

'Mutizen was ordered to offer you the joint development deal and production partners.h.i.+p. It's a complete phoney, but it made sure you knew about atomic structuring after you'd been given the flower. That way you would be bound to mount a major operation to chase after Royan, an operation that was naturally put together in a hurry. In other words, a sloppy one, one which would be easy for them to follow. And Mutizen's offer would also spur Clifford Jepson along, maybe even force him to visit the alien to ask how come Mutizen were also offering generator data. Certainly they slipped him the know about Charlotte and maybe Royan as well; that's why Leol Reiger appeared on the scene. The Dolgoprudnensky couldn't lose; they have their own agents searching New London, then they had Event Horizon and Clifford Jepson plugged in as well, three trails to follow. Va.s.sili was right, that Kirby is one smart b.a.s.t.a.r.d.'

'I've been used?' Julia asked quietly.

Suzi tried to tell herself she wasn't bothered by the icecool tone. But Julia had a way of speaking direct into the brain. And hearing her angry like this was daunting. All that power, safely bottled away by Julia's stuffy conventions and convictions, but what that woman could do if she ever lashed ot~t...

'Yes, you,' Greg said lightly. 'And me, and Suzi, Victor, Clifford. The Dolgoprudnensky loaded our programs, and we jerked about like cyborgs. The only one who didn't was Jason Whitehurst.'

Julia's face was perfectly cQmposed, staring out of the window, swallowed by thought.

'The synopsis Greg suggests does seem to plug in to the profile we've been a.s.sembling on Mutizen,' one of Julia's screen images said. 'We were unable to find any reference to atomic structuring technology prior to two days ago. There 364.

have been no funds allocated to physics research teams, they don't employ any scientists capable of doing that kind of work. Your original a.s.sessment that they had obtained the data from someone else is the most logical solution.'

'Humm,' Julia turned to Greg. 'Is he still alive?'

'You know I can't answer that, but-' Greg's face went all slack. 'I don't get any bad vibes about carrying on the search. Maybe it'll be worthwhile. Tell you, I'm going to keep going.' He fixed Suzi with a bleary gaze. 'How about you?'

'New London next stop,' she said levelly. Then Leol Reiger.

'I didn't say I was going to stop.' Julia spiked Greg with a vexed glare.

'Good,' he said. 'New London is a big place, and the Dolgoprudnensky agents wouldn't even know where to begin.'

'And you do?' Julia asked.

'No. But Charlotte does. How about it? Will you come with us, Charlotte? Identify the priest for us?'

Charlotte gave a cautious nod. 'Yes. ~ you think I can help.'

'Thank you, Charlotte.' Julia showed her a warm smile. The girl's tension seemed to flake away.

'Are you sure New London is the source?' Victor asked. He struck Suzi as the only one round the table who wasn't entirely convinced abut Royan and the alien. Which was strange, he'd seen Greg's psi at work before.

'Only lead we've got,' Greg said. 'Unless the SET! team has found anything at Jupiter?'

'Sorry, not a thing,' Rick said. 'I've been updating this morning. There have been no detectable electromagnetic signals. Something might turn up on the visual search, but it's early days yet.'

Victor gave a dispa.s.sionate grunt. Definitely some tension there, Suzi thought.

'I want my hardliners with me,' Suzi told Julia. 'We came out of yesterday looking like s.h.i.+t. If we'd had some decent fire-power it would've been another f.u.c.king story. And if the 365.

Dolgoprudnensky have got some people up in New London, you can be sure they're carrying.'

'New London is a dormitory town and tourist resort,' Julia said. 'I'm not having you take a private army up there.'

'Take the crash team with you,' Victor said smoothly. 'You know they're good, yes? And Julia's right. We really can't permit armed tekmercs in New London, no matter how loyal to you or well disciplined they are. Highest bid, Suzi.'

She grinned. 'Sold. It sounds fluid enough.' The crash team would be OK; she'd been talking to them, putting on the old-time pro routine, surprising what'd kicked free.

'I hope you'll allow me to accompany Greg and the security team up to New London,' Rick Parnell said.

Suzi hadn't paid him much attention, a hunk in a bad suit. University man, who looked for aliens in the stars, his talk would be in the stratosphere. He'd been very keen to sit next to Julia.

'I want the Jupiter search supervised properly,' Julia said.

'It will be,' Rick insisted. 'But I'm not an astronomer. I couldn't contribute to that. You always say put the experts in charge. And I'd be best employed in contacting the alien. It's going to have a very strange psychology. I'm not saying I'll understand its motivational behaviour patterns, but, well, the SET! department has initiated some studies into-'

'All right,' Julia cut in. 'If Greg doesn't object to you tagging along.'

'No.'

Rick let out a quiet sigh of relief.'Victor, you chase up Royan's next memory package,' Julia said. 'It ought ~o be at the North Sea Farm company.'

'We've already accessed every memory core at the Farm,' said one of the screen Julias. 'They're clean.'

'All the more reason for Victor to go in person,' Julia said. He can find what you're missing.' She looked round the table. 'Right, well if that's it, we'll start. Greg, your s.p.a.cePtane will be here in an hour.'

'Are you coming to New London with us?' Suzi asked.

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structuring situation with the kombinates and Clifford. But as soon as you locate the Celestial priest, I'll follow you up.'

'Right.' Suzi stood up. There wasn't even the slightest tweak of pain from her knee. The clinic's bioware bracing was the best she'd ever seen.

What about the Dolgoprudnensky?' Fabian asked.

'Fabian-' Charlotte began warningly.

'No,' the boy said stubbornly. 'I won't be quiet. The Dol-. goprudnensky started all this, they got you all fighting each other. And that's why my father is dead.' He turned to face Julia Evans, eyes accusing. 'Why aren't you going to do anything about them?'

'I am going to do something about them, but this situation requires my full attention right now. They'll still be there in a week, after this is all over. And you'll be a big part of their demise, Fabian. We can pa.s.s on everything you know about their timber operation to the Russian Justice Ministry.' She gave him a modest smile. 'Good enough?'

He hunched his shoulders, looking belligerent. 'Yes. All right.'

'Thank you, Fabian. I know it's hard for you right now.'