“She’s-not speaking to me.”
“Are you sure? Perhaps she thinks you’re not speaking to her. Especially since there are others who might have an interest in keeping you two apart.”
“Lieutenant Ferradi-” Barin said, through clenched teeth.
His grandmother looked at him as if he were a toddler; he knew that look. “Among others. Barin, you’re old enough to know how our family name attracts envy as well as admiration. Lieutenant Suiza’s rapid rise to fame and promotion has had a similar effect. It has come to my attention that there are people who feel it in their interests to have you and Lieutenant Suiza at cross purposes. If you did not care for her, it would be one thing, but since you do, it seems to me that it is a matter of family honor not to let them succeed. Subject, of course, to your own feelings.”
“Ah . . . yes, sir-Grandmother.”
She gave him a frank grin. “Sir Grandmother must be an unusual title, but I’ll take it. Seriously, Barin-do you love this woman?”
“I thought I did, but-”
“Well, think again. Think, but also feel. It is not for me to play Cupid; if you two are meant for each other, you shouldn’t need a Cupid. But take nothing for granted. Clear?”
“Yes . . . Grandmother.”
“Good. If there’s fallout, I’ll deal with it. I trust your judgement, Barin-just be sure you have enough data to base it on.” She paused, but he said nothing. What was there to say? With a crisp nod, she reverted from grandmother to admiral. “Now-how’s that investigation of Lieutenant Ferradi coming?”
“I don’t know,” Barin said. “Both my captain and my exec told me to keep my nose somewhere else, so I have.”
“Amazing,” his grandmother murmured, in a tone that made his ears heat up. “Well, we’re closing in on our active dates-it would be a help to me to know what’s going on. I’d like you to go mention that to Heris, and let her murmur it to your captain’s ear-or whatever it takes. Klaus still wants my job, and since he hasn’t commanded anything but a desk for the past nineteen years, I’m unwilling to let him make a hash of it. Your ostensible message to Heris is that we’re having a family celebration since the Fleet Birthday festivities will be very restrained this year. This is what you can-and should-tell anyone. But carry this-” she handed over a data strip. “For her hand only, and use the family handshake.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Dismissed.”
* * *
“She’s a natural-born weasel,” Koutsoudas said, pointing out the graphic he had made of Lieutenant Ferradi’s illicit activities in the legal database. “If we hadn’t had that primed datawand, she might’ve got away with it, even with me on scan.”
“Well, what has she done?” asked Captain Escovar.
“She used Pell’s access codes into the first level, and then someone else’s-would you believe Admiral Hornan’s?”
“How’d she get those?”
“I have no idea, sir.” Koutsoudas was watching the vid screen now, on which Lieutenant Ferradi’s neat blonde head was bent studiously over a console. “Possibly from Pell . . . and while it’s none of my business, you should probably know there’s rumors that Pell’s been called in for an off-cycle physical.”
“So he has,” Escovar said.
“And three other master chiefs here as well . . . it’s making some of us nervous, tell you the truth.”
“In what way?”
“Beyond my area of expertise, sir.” Koutsoudas had the expression of a man not in the mood to trust anyone.
“Mm. Concerns have been expressed at higher levels than mine, as well.”
“Just as well, sir. Ah-there she goes.” Onscreen, Ferradi inserted her datawand into a port in the console. “Bet she inputs a file this time-look at her left hand. Yeah-there it is.” On Koutsoudas’ graphic, an orange line snaked along a tangle of other lines, and made its way into a blue box, where it flashed steadily. “Altering data, sir: that’s one hundred percent clear.”
“Do we know what the data were prior to alteration?”
“I don’t, no sir. But I do know there was a secure backup made last night, blind copy to a storage unit she’ll never find. And the trace on her wand will prove she altered something, and where in the file it is.”
* * *
“These are very serious charges, Commander Escovar,” Admiral Hornan said. “I’ve found Lieutenant Ferradi to be a most efficient officer . . .” His glance at Barin mixed suspicion and resentment in equal portions. Barin reminded himself that this man was his grandmother’s rival.
“The admiral is right-these are serious charges. That is why I brought them to you rather than calling Lieutenant Ferradi in myself. Under the circumstances-political as well as military-it seemed preferable to have you in on this from the beginning-”
“Not the beginning, if you’ve already done the investigation-”
“Only enough to be sure the original allegation was founded on fact, admiral. There’s more to do-”
“Well, let’s just hear her side of it-” Hornan touched his comunit. “Lieutenant Ferradi, would you come in, please?”
“Right away, Admiral.” The slightest pause, then, “Should I bring the latest information from that database search the admiral asked about?”
“Uh-not right now, Lieutenant.” A flush crept up Hornan’s neck. Barin dared a sidelong glance at Escovar and saw that he had not missed it. So . . . just how deep into this was Hornan?
In only a few moments, Casea Ferradi came into the admiral’s office, wide-eyed and smiling, a smile that widened into a quick grin meant to be complicit when she saw Barin, and sobered when no one smiled back.
“Admiral?”
“Casea-Lieutenant-these officers have made some serious charges against you. I want to know what you have to say.”
“Against me?” For just an instant, in profile, Barin saw a flicker that might have been panic, but her calm returned. “Why-what am I supposed to have done?” She looked at Barin. “Did I bother poor Ensign Serrano? I didn’t mean to . . .”
Hornan cleared his throat. “No . . . Lieutenant, I must ask: have you accessed any Fleet records which you are not cleared to access?”
“Of course not,” Ferradi said. “Not without specific orders to do so.”
“Which would give you authorization, yes. Are you sure of that?”
“Yes, Admiral,” Ferradi said. Barin watched the pulse in her neck beat a little faster.
“Have you altered any data in any records whatsoever?”
“You mean like-watch records or something? No, sir.”
“Or in a database? Have you ever intruded into a database and altered records?”
“Not without specific orders to do so, no, Admiral.” But that telltale pulse was faster now.
“Then if I told you that you were alleged to have intruded into the records of the investigations surrounding the mutiny on Despite, and alleged to have changed certain files containing interview data on Lieutenant Esmay Suiza, you would deny it.”
“I would, Admiral.” Ferradi flushed suddenly. “I deny it absolutely, and moreover I would consider the source.” She rounded on Barin. “Ensign Serrano, Admiral, has a grudge against me . . . he thought his family position gave him a right to . . . to take liberties beyond his rank. I had to be quite firm with him and he knows I could have reported him for harrassment. He probably made up this nonsense just to get back at me-”
Barin felt the blood rushing to his head, but a stern look from Escovar kept him silent. Admiral Hornan gave a short nod in Barin’s direction, and cocked his head at Escovar.
“Well, Commander? I find the foolish behavior of a hot-blooded young man of a high-status family more likely than illegal acts by someone like Lieutenant Ferradi . . .”
“Admiral, with all due respect, that won’t do. Lieutenant Ferradi was pursuing Ensign Serrano, not the other way around. I knew it, and so did everyone else on the ship. You will fi
nd references to Lieutenant Ferradi’s behavior in her previous fitness reports; her present position in the last promotion cohort of her class reflects that behavior.”
“That’s not true!” Ferradi said. Her high color was patchy now, flushing and fading on those perfect cheekbones.
“And while her sexual proclivities would not, in themselves, be cause for disciplinary action as long as she did not interfere with anyone’s fitness for duty, her intrusion into secured databases, her altering of the data, and her lies about other officers-including Ensign Serrano-would be.”
“And you think you have proof of this?” Hornan asked. Barin watched Ferradi pale, as the change in his tone and expression got through to her. He could almost feel sympathy, because in that moment Hornan was changing sides, preparing to divest himself of an embarrassment.
“Yes. We have the records of such intrusion, from a datawand initialized for Lieutenant Ferradi, along with vid records of her using it that are contemporaneous with the intrusion and alteration.”
“I didn’t . . .” Ferradi breathed. But the admiral did not look at her now.
“How detailed are these records?”
“Extremely, Admiral. They include all the authorization codes she used to complete her intrusion, and to fake-I presume-the orders for the alterations.”
Now the admiral did look at Ferradi, and Barin hoped very much no such look would ever be turned on him. “I would have to see such proof,” he said slowly, with almost no expression. “But if you have it-”
“We do, Admiral.”
“Then Lieutenant Ferradi is, as you say, facing serious charges. Lieutenant, your datawand, if you please.”
Ferradi pulled it out slowly, and laid it on the admiral’s desk.
“And that report you were working on is-where, Lieutenant?”
“On my desk, Admiral. But the admiral knows who-”
“You will consider yourself confined to quarters, Lieutenant. You will speak to no one except the investigating officer, when such has been appointed.”
“But Admiral-it’s a plot-it’s-”
“Dismissed, Lieutenant.”
Barin shivered as she turned and passed him. He had disliked her; he had come to despise her; for what she had almost done to Esmay, he could have hated her. But he would have wished on no one the devastation he saw deep in those violet eyes.
When the door had closed, Escovar said, “Admiral-she used your access codes. I’m afraid there’s no way to keep that out of the records.”
“Well-she would, wouldn’t she, if she wanted to alter data? She’d have to have someone with enough authority.”
“Did you give her those codes?”
Hornan pulled himself up. “Commander, I may have been an idiot, but you are not the person who will handle the investigation of this matter. It goes to internal security, as you very well know. And I will answer their questions, to the best of my ability, but not yours.” He paused, then went on. “I suppose you’re going to tell me I now have to revise my opinion of Lieutenant Suiza?”
“No, Admiral, I’m not. What the admiral thinks of Lieutenant Suiza is the admiral’s business; she’s not my officer. But if the data are tainted-”
“Oh yes, oh yes.” Hornan waved a hand. “First things first. We have to inform internal security, and then Grand Admiral Savanche. He’s going to be so pleased about this! Just what he needs, something else to worry about-” He hit the comunit control so hard it double-buzzed. “Get me internal security-”
“Admiral Serrano’s going to have a clear run with the task force,” Escovar commented on the way back to Gyrfalcon.
“Why, sir?”
“Because Hornan’s not going to risk what you might say if he tries for it. Don’t play stupid, Ensign-you know as well as I do that he must have been involved at some level. For one thing Ferradi isn’t smart enough to get his codes without his help. And Pell couldn’t help her-he couldn’t remember his own codes, let alone the admiral’s. Now if that civilian-Lady Marta whatshername-can put a collar on Lord Thornbuckle, we might finally get this rescue attempt off the ground.”
“Sir.”
“It’s been a mess,” Escovar went on, lengthening his stride. “It wouldn’t have been easy anyway, but Thornbuckle’s been more hindrance than help, and Hornan has kept putting obstacles in the way-and I would never have suspected that nailing Ferradi would get rid of the other problems, too.”
Such as what to do about Esmay Suiza. Barin waited for his captain’s dismissal, then made his way to the first public com booth he could find, and looked up Esmay’s comcode. She had one now, he was glad to see.
Her voice answered, crisp and professional.
“Lieutenant-it’s Ensign Serrano. I-” How was he going to say this? “I’d like-I need-to talk to you.”
A long pause, during which he felt himself turning hot, then cold, then hot again.
“In the office, or-I mean-” Her voice had softened, and sounded almost as tentative as his.
“Anywhere. There’s something you need to know, and besides-” Besides, I love you madly was not something he could say over a public line.
“How about the base library. Ten minutes? Fifteen?”
“Fifteen; I’m just outside Gyrfalcon.”
He made it in ten, nonetheless, not realizing until he almost overran a pair of commanders strolling ahead of him just how fast he was going. Patience. Calmness. He paused in the library entrance, and didn’t see her coming in either direction. Ducked inside, and-there she was.
“Lieutenant . . .”
“Ensign.” But her eyes glowed; her whole being glowed. And there were people who had thought he might be attracted to Casea Ferradi!
“I’m so sorry-” he said, and found that his words had tangled with hers. The same words. Silently, he looked at her, and she looked back.
* * *
Waltraude Meyerson had been watching the young female officer’s lame attempt to pretend an interest in the online catalog. She was waiting for someone; it was not the first time Waltraude had seen a student hanging around waiting for another; she could not mistake it. Sure enough, a few minutes later a young male officer arrived. They spoke; they paused; they blushed and stammered. It was all very normal, but also very distracting when she was trying to correlate Professor Lemon’s data with her own for the impeccably organized report she would present in a few hours.
The librarian was, of course, nowhere to be seen; he never was at this time of day. That didn’t bother Waltraude ordinarily, since she didn’t need his help to navigate her own and Professor Lemon’s databases, but he was responsible for keeping order. Without his direction, and left to their own devices, these two would murmur sweet nothings for hours . . . she knew their type. Waltraude rose to her full height and cleared her throat. The two looked at her with the guilty expression typical of young love.
“This is a library, not a trysting place,” Waltraude said firmly. “Kindly go pursue your passion elsewhere.” Shock blanked their expressions for a moment, then they turned and left quickly. Better. Perhaps now she could find a way to convince these military people that the key to extracting people from a hostile society would come from better thinking, not more guns.
* * *
“I love you madly,” Barin said, the moment they got out the door.
“Me, too,” said Esmay, and blinked back tears. Then she giggled. “Wasn’t she awful?”
“Yes-oh, Esmay, let’s not ever ever fight again.”
“My cousin Luci says people in love can fight and get over it.”
“And her background is-?”
“More experience than I’ve got. She said I was an idiot.”
“Maybe,” Barin said, daring to close in, after a quick look up and down the corridor, and smell her hair. “But you’re my idiot.” He looked her up and down. “Dear idiot. Lieutenant, sir.” He felt like dancing down the corridor, or walking on his hands, or somethi
ng equally ridiculous. “Oh, and by the way-Lieutenant Ferradi is confined to quarters and will be facing charges.”
“What!?”
“I can’t tell you all of it-I mean, I’d better not, at least not out here, but that’s why I had to avoid you after you got back-I was supposed to pretend to go along with her.”
“I think she lied about me,” Esmay said.
“She did more than that-she was trying to insert incriminating stuff in your old personnel and legal files. But we really shouldn’t discuss that right now.”
“Fine. Let’s discuss-”
“Us,” Barin said. “Maybe with something to eat?”
* * *
“So-now that your agent has confirmed that she’s there, and knows where she is-we get to the specifics.” The speaker, a commander with the shoulder flashes of headquarters staff, put up a chart. “It’s not unheard of for men to sneak over the back wall of the nursery compound for a quick poke at some woman they particularly want. He can grab her, bundle her into his groundcar, and be out of the city in twenty minutes.”
It sounded like a ridiculous plan to Marta, but she had given up trying to convince them that they had to cooperate with Brun, not treat her like lost luggage. She glanced across the room at Professor Meyerson, who had come with her usual stack of books, papers, and data cubes. Meyerson had footnotes and bibliography to back up her views-which were similar to Marta’s-but that hadn’t worked either.
“What if she resists?” asked a female commander across the room. “How will she know this man is our agent?”
“He can tell her,” the first commander said.
And she’s supposed to believe that, Marta thought, after almost two years of captivity? It might work, or Brun-being Brun-might clobber the fellow and take the car herself. And then where would they be? She would have no idea where to go, and they would have no idea what had happened.
“He tells us that for enough money he can get her passage offworld in a small atmospheric shuttle. He will take her out of the city, provide a disguise, and then send her to this other person. Our present plan is to insert an SAR-which can approach quite close in microjumps-to pick her up, with the rest of the task force standing by at a distance in case of trouble.”