This Day All Gods Die Part 36

Her mouth fell open. With a visible effort she closed it. Her breath came in ragged gasps. As if she'd just become aware of what she was doing, she let him go and stepped back.

"Well, s.h.i.+t, Has.h.i.+," she panted. "Of course course I traced it. I'm still not stupid. But it doesn't prove anything, either." Gradually her respiration slowed. "It was part of a routine s.h.i.+pment delivered to UMC Home Security three weeks ago. I traced it. I'm still not stupid. But it doesn't prove anything, either." Gradually her respiration slowed. "It was part of a routine s.h.i.+pment delivered to UMC Home Security three weeks ago.

"I suppose you could say that's incriminating. I mean, how did an HS SOD-CMOS chip end up in a GCES Security id tag? But it isn't evidence. evidence. It just indicates UMCHO isn't exactly secure, that's all. Which is something else we already knew." It just indicates UMCHO isn't exactly secure, that's all. Which is something else we already knew."

"Lane, Lane." He waved his arms generously, distributing rea.s.surance in all directions. "As I say, proof is ambiguous. If you could have asked yourself the right questions, you would have seen that you've already found a strand of evidence."

And enough strands made a rope.

At the same time, however, he berated himself in silence for not having foreseen this. A routine s.h.i.+pment to Home Security. He could have saved time if he'd guessed that the trail would be so direct; could have taken advantage of his brief tenure as Acting Director- Perhaps he was no match for Warden Dios after all.

Yet the pressure of the situation left no s.p.a.ce for self-recrimination. Without pausing, he remarked, "Three weeks ago, forsooth. And yet the ill.u.s.trious Cleatus Fane a.s.serts that Nathan Alt was fired twice that long ago."

"Fired?" Lane asked quickly.

"From his position as UMC Security Liaison for Anodyne Systems," Has.h.i.+ explained.

While she absorbed this information, he went on, "The fault for your misapprehension is mine. You were inadequately briefed. I have been distracted with other duties." Other people's emotions. "Despite my failings, however, you have commenced the work we must do." The work which had to be done before Koina ran out of time. "You have begun to trace that chip. Now we will go further. Perhaps we will find strands enough to weave a noose."

As he spoke, Lane appeared to regain her mental poise, her focus, by measurable increments. "How're we going to do that?" she asked sharply. Only the trembling of her hands as she extracted and lit another nic betrayed the strain she felt.

In response Has.h.i.+ allowed himself to resume his accustomed avuncular manner.

"My dear Lane, it has perhaps not come to your attention that I have placed 'screaming red' security locks of the very loudest sort on all Anodyne Systems' logs and records. In addition, I have covered much of UMCHO with similar seals.

"Here." Hurrying now, he moved to her terminal, opened a DA authorization query screen, and tapped a flurry of keys. Then he pointed a thin finger at the readout. "I have entered the codes which will grant you access to Home Security records."

"That won't help," she objected. Her hard eyes studied him as if she wasn't sure she could trust him. "They've had plenty of time to edit anything. Or cover it up."

He shook his head. "Doubtless that's true. Nevertheless I suspect they have not done so. From their perspective, it was inevitable that Captain Alt's false id would be destroyed in the blast. Therefore no one would ever inquire into its provenance." He shrugged. "More recently, of course, both the great worm and his prime sp.a.w.n have been too heavily occupied to undertake the challenge of tampering with Red Priority locks.

"I believe you will be able to determine the use Home Security recorded for that chip."

For a moment Lane scrutinized him warily. Something in her apparently wanted to hold back. She was too tired: too much had been asked of her. Or she'd seen through his pretense of concern-and didn't like what she saw. Yet her gaze seemed to slide of its own accord away from him to the terminal. The lure of the investigation tugged at her. Almost against her will, she moved toward the keypad.

He stepped aside to make room. Sucking hard at her nic, she stared at the screen. Tentatively she reached out through a swirl of smoke and began entering commands.

Impelled by a pang which might have been relief or fear, Has.h.i.+ turned to his part of the task. Trusting Lane to concentrate in spite of him, he thumbed the intercom toggle.

"Center," he announced peremptorily, "this is Director Lebwohl. On my personal authority, with the utmost priority, I must speak with Chief of Security Mandich at once. Instantly would not be too soon. Then I require a tight-beam transmission channel to Acting Director Min Donner aboard Punisher Punisher.

"I will speak with Acting Director Donner as soon as I'm done with Chief Mandich."

The voice from Center hesitated for a second, then answered, "Right away, Director."

Right away, Has.h.i.+ snorted to himself. Right away would hardly be soon enough. By degrees Lane's hands gained speed on the keypad. As she typed, the tremors of her distress receded. Still the job he'd given her was complex. How much time did Koina have left? How long would Special Counsel Igensard indulge the Council in diatribes and perorations? What scale of obfuscation would the Dragon's First Executive a.s.sistant put forward? I'm running out of time here. I'm running out of time here. What did that What did that mean? mean?

While urgency coiled around his heart, he asked himself whether he should have been more explicit with Min; perhaps even with Morn Hyland. He'd given out enough hints to stupefy a half-wit. On the other hand, he had no mandate to direct events. Warden had told him, Just don't do anything I wouldn't do Just don't do anything I wouldn't do-hardly a definitive a.s.signment. This was Warden's game, not his. He believed he understood it. Nevertheless he might cause it to fail if he neglected to concentrate on fulfilling his own role.

And he'd already made too many mistakes- He was forced to wait another fifteen seconds before Chief Mandich responded.

"Leave me alone, Director Lebwohl," the harried man rasped without preamble. "This job is already impossible. I can't do it with all these interruptions."

Has.h.i.+ swore to himself. A pox on such emotional people! Was there no one individual anywhere around him who could summon bare intelligence without being coerced? However, he rejected the luxury of sneering at Mandich.

"Chief Mandich, your point is precisely the one I was about to make." He leaned over the pickup as if he were abasing himself. "Your duties are impossible. You simply do not have the time to search out and acquire the sort of evidence you have been asked to procure. That's why I'm interrupting you. I require your help here."

He told the Chief of Security where he was.

Unfortunately Mandich seemed oblivious to Has.h.i.+'s restraint. "Don't insult me, Lebwohl," he snapped. His shame shook in his voice. "This is bad enough as it is. You know know I can't help you. You know I know it. I'm out of my f.u.c.king I can't help you. You know I know it. I'm out of my f.u.c.king depth depth with this. with this.

"If I can't do my job, at least let me fail in peace."

Lane flashed a speculative look at Has.h.i.+, but didn't pause in her search.

Has.h.i.+ resisted an impulse to knot his fists in his hair. "Chief Mandich," he p.r.o.nounced with all the force he could command, "I would not waste the effort of insulting you in such an emergency. I require your a.s.sistance. a.s.sistance. I I demand demand it. it.

"In another minute I will speak to Acting Director Donner. If you refuse me, she will order you to comply. But that will take time. time. Director Hannish has very little left. Director Hannish has very little left.

"Give me that time," he ordered. "Postpone feeling sorry for yourself." Just this once. "Come here."

He didn't allow the man time to answer. Fuming, he hit the intercom toggle; then hit it again.

"Center, I'm ready to speak to Acting Director Donner."

The speaker emitted m.u.f.fled sounds which suggested consternation. Indecipherable shouts came from the distance.

Almost too swiftly to be read, Lane's screen scrolled as she hunted for data.

"I'm trying, Director," Center's voice replied abruptly. "But we're going crazy here. We don't have any spare tight-beam capacity. And Punisher Punisher has even less." has even less."

"Whelp!" Has.h.i.+ wanted to roar, but he produced only a beehive snarl of frustration. "Did I neglect to mention that the entire future of humankind depends on this? I must speak to Acting Director Donner." I must speak to Acting Director Donner."

"I'm sorry, Director," Center said in chagrin. "I am trying."

The intercom reported more shouts. Has.h.i.+ was sure he heard someone yell, "Just do it!"

At last arrhythmic staccato clicks filled the speaker like static as Center rerouted the lab's intercom channel.

"Has.h.i.+." Min's voice seemed to appear as if it had resumed tard in the room. "Make it quick. This is getting more complicated by the minute."

Despite his concentration, his heart lurched like a wounded thing. Obliquely he wondered whether his health was good enough to sustain the stress. Nevertheless he did his best to be brief.

"As Acting Director, Min, you're in command of UMCPHQ. You have authority for Administration. I require the Administration codes which enable terminals here to access the dedicated design computers at Anodyne Systems."

"Good G.o.d, Has.h.i.+!" she shot back. "Why in h.e.l.l do you want to do that?" that?"

Under other circ.u.mstances he might have enjoyed her surprise. Or he might have tried to justify himself. But Lane's distress had taken a toll on him: Chief Mandich's frank outrage had left him raw. The sudden poignancy of his desire to be trusted took him aback.

"You don't have time to hear an explanation, Min," he answered softly. "I don't have time to offer one." He sighed at her doubt. "I'm attempting to carry out Warden's orders."

At least she hadn't asked, Why didn't you take care of it while you were Acting Director? She'd spared him the indignity of having to say, Because I didn't think of it.

"All right," she returned decisively. "Give me a minute. I'll have to route my authorization through Center to Administration so you can open that file. The system isn't set up for this, but I can invoke disaster priorities."

The speaker went dead as Punisher Punisher stopped transmitting. stopped transmitting.

Has.h.i.+ bowed his head. That may have been as close as Min Donner could come to giving him what he truly wanted. For a brief moment he allowed himself to be grateful.

When he looked up, he found Chief Mandich standing across the room from him, just inside the door.

Mandich's fists were c.o.c.ked on his hips; his jaw jutted like the head of a cudgel. "This better be good, Lebwohl," he snarled. "The last time a man treated me the way you do, they had to put a plate on his skull afterward to keep his brains in."

Has.h.i.+ couldn't hold back. He loathed being held responsible for other people's faults and furies. "Sadly," he retorted, "they neglected a plate for you. you. Without being noticed, your brain must have fallen out on Suka Bator." Without being noticed, your brain must have fallen out on Suka Bator."

Lane hid a grin behind a fringe of unclean hair.

Has.h.i.+ ignored her. Before Mandich could muster a reply, he demanded in a tone of utter exasperation, "Are you not able to grasp the fact that you are essential? Lane and I cannot discover the evidence we seek without your help.

"A terminal, Chief Mandich," he ordered. "There." "There." His arm rigid and trembling, he pointed at the console he wanted Mandich to use. "I will work here." Two quick strides planted him in front of a terminal near Lane's. His arm rigid and trembling, he pointed at the console he wanted Mandich to use. "I will work here." Two quick strides planted him in front of a terminal near Lane's.

The Chief didn't move. Apparently Has.h.i.+ had caught his attention: the belligerence in his eyes had turned to uncertainty. Nevertheless he stood where he was.

"Tell me what we're doing," he insisted harshly.

What we're doing. He'd said "we." That was all the opening Has.h.i.+ needed.

With a few quick keystrokes he logged on to his terminal and began hunting for the file which Min had promised to open for him. As he typed, read the screen, typed again, he asked in a calmer voice, "Lane, what have you learned?"

"One"-she fired instructions at her keypad-"more"-bit her lip, tried another approach-"minute," Then she shouted in triumph, "Ha! Got Got it." it."

Abruptly she looked up from her terminal. The vindication in her voice was so intense that it sounded savage.

"Chief Mandich, n.o.body tampered with Clay Imposs' id tag. They didn't superimpose Alt on it. They made a new one, one for Alt himself, one that gave him all of Imposs' clearances."

The Chief frowned, plainly baffled.

"I traced the SOD-CMOS chip," she went on. "From his id tag. I just finished.

"It was delivered to UMC Home Office three weeks ago in a routine s.h.i.+pment for Home Security. Ten days later"-she indicated her screen accusatively-"that chip was a.s.signed to the office of the UMC Security Liaison for Anodyne Systems. To be used for testing code designs."

Has.h.i.+ wanted to applaud; cheer aloud; shout at the ceiling. Hidden by the lab table which held his terminal, his feet danced a brief jig. If Mandich hadn't been there, he might have invoked a blessing on Lane's weary, brilliant head.

The Chief of Security stared his incomprehension across the tables.

"'Ten days later,'" Has.h.i.+ echoed eagerly. "Eleven days ago. Yet great Cleatus Fane in full spate informs us that Nathan Alt was fired as Security Liaison several weeks previously.

"How do you imagine he came to possess a chip which can be traced to eleven days ago? If he indeed conspired with the native Earthers, as our good FEA claims, how did he do so with source code which is both current and correct?"

"But-" Chief Mandich protested inchoately. He tried to close his mouth; couldn't.

"But it is not proof," Has.h.i.+ said for him. "There you are correct. For that reason, Lane and I must depend on your help."

The Chief still didn't understand: that was clear. Nevertheless his truculence had vanished. He lifted his hands uncertainly, then took a step or two toward the terminal Has.h.i.+ had indicated.

"What do you want me to do?"

As if on cue, the file Has.h.i.+ sought opened on his screen. Min Donner may have been self-righteous and unyielding: she may even have been obtuse. At that moment, however, he loved her. She'd kept her word.

He addressed Chief Mandich more kindly now. Min had restored his benevolence.

"You described the precautions which defend the security of our code designs for the chips produced by Anodyne Systems. First, Administration codes authorize a link between our terminals and Anodyne Systems' computers. After that, DA codes are required to negotiate the necessary datalink protocols. Then ED Security codes must be supplied to grant the terminal operator access.

"We are three." He waved his arms expansively. "I will take the part of Administration. Lane represents DA. You are ED Security in person."

As if he were entirely sure-and had all the time he could need-he concluded, "Together we will break into the Anodyne Systems computers and extract the information we need."

Lane brandished both fists in a mute cheer.

Chief Mandich didn't respond. Clenched in silence, he reached his terminal.

When he was ready he met Has.h.i.+'s gaze over the top of his screen. His eyes were as feral as the fire in Has.h.i.+'s blood.

MORN.

She'd said, "I think we should try to rescue him."

Now she sat isolated at the command station. Captain Ubikwe and Min Donner, Davies, Angus, and Vector surrounded her; but she might as well have been alone. Mikka and Ciro were nearby, as well as Punisher's Punisher's duty officers: they were of no help. With those few words she'd translated herself across a dimensional gap of comprehension, leaving everyone she needed light-years behind. duty officers: they were of no help. With those few words she'd translated herself across a dimensional gap of comprehension, leaving everyone she needed light-years behind.

Davies' instant flare of eagerness separated him from her as much as Vector's bafflement, or Dolph Ubikwe's heavy consternation. The surgical probe of Min's scrutiny, like Angus' livid outrage, isolated her. None of them recognized the utter desperation of her need for a better answer.

For herself. For Warden Dios. For humankind.

Davies agreed with her at once, but for the wrong reasons. She knew him too well; saw the truth flaming in his eyes. Her past had trapped him: he thought and felt and acted like a cop. His metabolism drove him to extremes. And the prospect of falling into the hands of the Amnion appalled him. He burned to attempt a rescue so that he wouldn't have to confront the other issues raised by Warden Dios' presence aboard Calm Horizons Calm Horizons.

Vector had been taken aback. He'd believed he knew why she was here, what she would do. Now he wasn't sure.

The sources of Captain Ubikwe's distress were less clear. Morn hardly knew him; could only guess at what he felt. He may have been torn between a desire to s.n.a.t.c.h Warden away from the Amnion and a fear that she was about to doom his s.h.i.+p.

But she couldn't even guess at Director Dormer's reaction. Min's calculating penetration mystified her. From the first Morn hadn't understood why Min had allowed her to take command of the s.h.i.+p. Min knew about her gap-sickness; her weakness; her core of shame. Now she was confused by the impersonality of Min's stare. The ED director seemed to see possibilities in her which she herself hardly noticed.

Her role had become too large for her. Like Has.h.i.+ Lebwohl, with his reluctant revelations and oblique hints, Min apparently thought that Morn had come here to carry out some nameless and essential act of redemption.

So much emotion pouring at her from all sides scared her: she might not have been able to handle it in any case. But there was more. Angus' pa.s.sion dominated the others. She needed him more than she needed anyone else. Even Min as Acting Director of the UMCP was secondary. Davies himself was secondary- Angus struck the command board so hard that the metal rang. "I won't do it!" His shout was a stentorian clap of fury. His shout was a stentorian clap of fury.

Davies recoiled in surprise; then sprang back with his own anger. "Angus-!"