This Day All Gods Die Part 56

She hardly reacted when one of her techs s.h.i.+fted toward her, touched her arm.

"Director," the woman whispered, "I'm getting a call from Lane Harbinger."

Koina stared straight ahead while her brain limped to comprehend. Lane-? She didn't recognize the name. Or did she? It left a tingle she couldn't identify somewhere in her tired synapses. One of Center's officers, probably, calling to ask her some painful question, or to give her more bad news.

"Dr. Lane Harbinger," the tech prompted, covering her urgency. "She works for DA."

DA-?

As if by magic, Koina remembered the precise tone of Has.h.i.+'s voice when he'd asked her, Are you acquainted with Lane Harbinger? Are you acquainted with Lane Harbinger? They'd been aboard her shuttle from UMCPHQ, on their way to hear Sixten's Bill of Severance fail. For his own obscure reasons, Has.h.i.+ had remarked, They'd been aboard her shuttle from UMCPHQ, on their way to hear Sixten's Bill of Severance fail. For his own obscure reasons, Has.h.i.+ had remarked, You have much in common You have much in common.

"She wants to address the Council," the tech explained tensely.

Without transition, an eerie sense of dislocation took over Koina. She no longer seemed to have any control over her own behavior. In fact, she might have sworn that she took no part in it. As far as she knew, she was asking her tech-or herself-What for? Doesn't she know how important this is? I'm surprised Center gave her a channel.

According to Has.h.i.+, Lane had uncovered some tiny but significant bit of information about G.o.dsen Frik's murder. Apparently she'd been able to determine that the SOD-CMOS chip of the kaze's presumably faked id tag contained current GCES Security source-code-a detail which Has.h.i.+ had considered almost preternaturally fascinating. Koina couldn't remember why.

But all that was beside the point. Traces of evidence left behind by G.o.dsen's killer had no relevance here. No sc.r.a.p of source-code, however suggestive, could avert Warden's down-fall.

So what in G.o.d's name did Lane want? want?

Nevertheless Koina asked none of those questions. Her thoughts had no connection to what she did. Her body had reasons of its own. As if it belonged to someone else, it leaped upright instantly; flailed its arms for Abrim's attention.

While her brain struggled with its confusion, her mouth called out, "President Len!"

To her dismay, she didn't have the slightest idea what she meant to say.

"Director Hannis.h.!.+" Cleatus blared at her like a decompression klaxon. "Sit down!"

He was right, of course. She was out of order; had no business speaking; she'd already failed. Stricken with shame, she sank back to her seat- -while her body remained on its feet. Her limbs balanced themselves like a fighter's, as if she intended to strike anyone who interfered with her. "President Len!" she called again. "You have to hear this!"

Cleatus swore viciously at her back. Several of the Members tried to shout her down. Sixten raised his head to give her a bleary, baffled stare. She ignored everyone except Abrim; everything except the expression on his face.

Christ, what was she doing? doing? In another minute she would be ejected from the room. Abrim wouldn't have any choice. He'd threatened to have Cleatus removed: for the sake of consistency, if not for some better reason, he would feel compelled to carry out his threat on her. In another minute she would be ejected from the room. Abrim wouldn't have any choice. He'd threatened to have Cleatus removed: for the sake of consistency, if not for some better reason, he would feel compelled to carry out his threat on her.

At first, however, he was too surprised to censure her interruption. "Hear what?" he asked with a perplexed frown.

Koina didn't know that. She didn't know anything.

She must have known. Otherwise how could she have answered?

"Mr. President," she announced, "Dr. Lane Harbinger is on my downlink from UMCPHQ." Her voice held firm despite her bewilderment. "She works in Data Acquisition. She wants to address the Council."

Abrim groaned a protest. "Director Hannish, you can't do do this." Angry, exhausted regret filled his face. "We're in the middle of a this." Angry, exhausted regret filled his face. "We're in the middle of a vote vote, for G.o.d's sake!" His mouth twisted as if he wanted to spit out something that tasted nasty. "We've already allowed you to say everything we can stand to hear. Now you have to let us finish. While there's still time."

Time: that was the problem. Koina needed to understand herself, but she couldn't; she'd run out of time- Then she did.

Time. Of course. The linchpin of Cleatus' persuasion: the goad he'd used to drive his proposal forward. For his master's reasons, if not his own, he was frantic to beat the deadline of the command module's dock with Calm Horizons Calm Horizons.

At that moment her dislocation pa.s.sed.

Aboard her shuttle wasn't the only time she'd heard Has.h.i.+ talk about Lane. He'd also mentioned the researcher during that last meeting with Warden Dios, when he, Koina, and Chief Mandich had met in one of the UMCP director's private offices.

Lane was involved in the investigation of Nathan Alt.

With a rush Koina caught the inference she'd missed earlier; grasped the argument she should have presented.

"I'm sorry, Mr. President," she stated firmly. "It's not not an important vote. In fact, it's meaningless." an important vote. In fact, it's meaningless."

The President's jaw dropped. Maxim bl.u.s.tered a contradiction. Several of the Members who'd already voted yelled at her.

While Cleatus summoned a blast of denial, Koina explained, "The whole thrust of Mr. Fane's proposal is that Warden Dios is under suspicion of treason, and we can't afford to let an accused traitor make deals with the Amnion for us-deals that could affect humankind's entire future." With the intensity of a shout, she proclaimed, "But Warden Dios isn't making any deals. "But Warden Dios isn't making any deals. Morn Hyland has done that. She told us so herself. And she's going to keep right on doing it, no matter Morn Hyland has done that. She told us so herself. And she's going to keep right on doing it, no matter who who the UMCP director is, or who issues the orders. the UMCP director is, or who issues the orders.

"You heard heard her," Koina insisted. "She doesn't recognize any authority except her own. her," Koina insisted. "She doesn't recognize any authority except her own.

"As Mr. Fane pointed out, she obviously hasn't revealed the whole truth about her dealings with Calm Horizons. Calm Horizons. If she won't even tell us what her intentions are, she certainly won't change them simply because we've replaced Warden Dios. If she won't even tell us what her intentions are, she certainly won't change them simply because we've replaced Warden Dios.

"The First Executive a.s.sistant's proposal doesn't need to be voted into law right now. It's just not that crucial. It won't make any immediate difference."

At once Cleatus bounded to his feet, bristling in outrage. His PCR seemed to fill his head with pain. Or fear.

"That's preposterous!" preposterous!" he yelped. "Mr. President, this is obviously a desperate-" he yelped. "Mr. President, this is obviously a desperate-"

Koina raised her voice to carry over him. Clarion and sure, she trumpeted, "UMCPHQ Center would not have a.s.signed Lane Harbinger a channel-and Acting Director Donner certainly wouldn't have authorized it-if what she wants to say weren't vitally important. This Council needs to hear her!

"We've been debating extreme accusations for hours. If you asked me to guess," she finished, "I would say that Dr. Harbinger wants to give evidence."

President Len bowed his head as if he couldn't carry the weight of his dismay.

Before Abrim could reply, Cleatus started again. Like a burst of impact fire, he barked, "This is obviously a desperate and irresponsible irresponsible attempt to interfere with the will of the Council. It's a attempt to interfere with the will of the Council. It's a ploy ploy, Mr. President. While we've been dragging out this interminable interminable vote, Director Hannish has been in contact with UMCPHQ. No doubt she's asked them to arrange some kind of disruption. To save Dios' hide, of course. vote, Director Hannish has been in contact with UMCPHQ. No doubt she's asked them to arrange some kind of disruption. To save Dios' hide, of course.

"Lane Harbinger, for G.o.d's sake," he sneered with scalding indignation. "One of Director Lebwohl's stooges. Clearly this is the best they could cobble together on short notice.

"Listen to her, if you think it's worth the effort." He flapped his arms as if he were done. "Go ahead. I'm curious myself." Then he yelled with such vehemence that he seemed to knock plaster off the walls, to her, if you think it's worth the effort." He flapped his arms as if he were done. "Go ahead. I'm curious myself." Then he yelled with such vehemence that he seemed to knock plaster off the walls, "But finish the G.o.dd.a.m.n vote first!" "But finish the G.o.dd.a.m.n vote first!"

The struggle on Abrim's features was painful to watch. He'd already exerted more force during this session than in all the years of his tenure put together. By nature-and perhaps by conviction-he favored conciliation, compromise. That was how he held on to his office. A more commanding president would have been voted out long ago, forced to step aside by the Dragon's vast const.i.tuency.

But today he'd faced down Cleatus Fane; bent Maxim Igensard to his authority-The effort had left him in a state approaching nervous prostration.

He held the sides of the podium so tightly that Koina could see his elbows quivering. His mace lay in front of him, forgotten. Sweat on his upper lip caught the light like beads of misery.

"Members-" he began; then faltered and fell silent.

She watched in horrified suspense as he strained to recover. If he collapsed, who would take over? As a body the GCES determined precedence by rotation rather than seniority. Whose turn turn was it? She couldn't remember. was it? She couldn't remember.

Abruptly one of her techs stood. The woman was pale and wide-eyed, frightened by her own temerity. Nevertheless she was determined to speak.

"Mr. President," she reported meekly, "Dr. Harbinger insists that what she has to say is of the utmost importance. She swears that if you don't hear her you'll never forgive yourself."

Then she sat down; composed herself like a woman who wished she had someplace to hide.

Koina nodded in silent approval. Apparently she wasn't the only one who wanted UMCPPR to do its job right.

President Len tried again. "Members-" His voice was a hoa.r.s.e whisper, raw with strain. "I will allow this interruption. Weil continue voting after we've heard Dr. Harbinger."

"By G.o.d!" Cleatus roared; then cut himself off; staggered; clapped a hand to his ear as if his PCR had started screaming at him. For a moment he groped around him, unable to find his balance. Then he seemed to steady himself by sheer force of will. Turning his back, he withdrew to his seat. As he sank into his chair, sweat stood on his forehead, and his eyes seemed to roll in terror. Cleatus roared; then cut himself off; staggered; clapped a hand to his ear as if his PCR had started screaming at him. For a moment he groped around him, unable to find his balance. Then he seemed to steady himself by sheer force of will. Turning his back, he withdrew to his seat. As he sank into his chair, sweat stood on his forehead, and his eyes seemed to roll in terror.

Koina guessed that Holt Fasner also wanted to hear what Lane would say.

Quickly she told her techs, "Route Dr. Harbinger's channel to the room speakers. President Len's aide will patch you in. Tell her we'll be ready in a minute."

As Abrim's aide hurried to handle UMCPHQ's transmission, the President slumped against the podium. "This is your idea, Director Hannish," he croaked as if he'd damaged his larynx. "You talk to her."

Weakly he beckoned Koina to the dais.

She couldn't hesitate now; couldn't afford uncertainty or fear. Striding rapidly, she approached the dais; ascended to stand beside President Len.

While she waited for his aide to complete the connection from her downlink, she forced herself to face the Council again.

She'd found that difficult the last time, but this was much worse. She had no idea what Lane might say; couldn't imagine what kind of evidence Lane might have uncovered. And where was Has.h.i.+? Or Chief Mandich?

What if Cleatus was right? What if Lane had had no evidence? What if Has.h.i.+-or Min-had ordered her call in a last-ditch effort to delay Warden's inevitable ruin? no evidence? What if Has.h.i.+-or Min-had ordered her call in a last-ditch effort to delay Warden's inevitable ruin?

Koina didn't think she could bear to take part in another failure; not like this, with everyone in the room watching her, and Warden's damaged hopes on the line.

But failure and success were out of her hands. In the name of her commitments she could only do her job and accept what happened. Blaine Manse and Sixten sat on the edges of their chairs. Punjat Silat rubbed his chest as if he wondered how much longer his heart would go on beating. Tel Burnish squirmed with tension. None of them had anything else to hope for. When Abrim's aide signaled to her, she buried her fear behind her professional mask; cleared her throat and began at once.

"Dr. Harbinger, this is Director Hannish." Thank G.o.d her voice didn't quaver. "We're using a patchwork communications setup here. Can you hear me all right?"

"Director Hannish," a woman replied stiffly from the speakers. "I'm Lane Harbinger." Her transmission was cleaner than Morn's had been. Apart from a hint of echo and a faint crackle-the gain on her pickup may have been set too high-no distortion touched her voice. "You're coming through fine. Can the Council hear me?" me?"

"Yes, Dr. Harbinger," Koina a.s.sured her. "All the Members are here, as well as FEA Cleatus Fane and myself. You're perfectly clear."

"Good," Lane muttered. "I'm too tired to wrestle with technical difficulties." The rasp in her tone sounded like irritation, but it may have been fatigue. "I'm living on pure stim as it is. I almost fell asleep waiting for you to make up your minds to hear me."

Koina winced inwardly. "The issues before the Council are complex, Dr. Harbinger. The Members are moving as fast as they can."

She meant, Help Help me, Lane. Don't make this harder by alienating them. me, Lane. Don't make this harder by alienating them.

Lane sighed. "I suppose they are. I'll try to keep it simple." For a moment her voice seemed to fray out of the speakers. Then she went on more sharply, "Before you reach any conclusions, you should know that the UMC is guilty of treason."

Softly Cleatus growled, "Here we go again."

Several of his supporters nodded. Koina guessed that they were growing restive under the threat of the Dragon's ire.

Lane had said "the UMC," not "Holt Fasner." Was that significant, or was she just being cautious?

"'Treason' is a provocative word, Dr. Harbinger," Koina countered before anyone else could take up Cleatus' objection. "Perhaps you should start at the beginning."

Lane didn't hesitate. "I'm a research tech for UMCPDA," she stated at once. "I don't have anything to do with policy or politics. I deal in facts. Tangible reality. What other people do with those facts is their problem, not mine.

"I've been a.s.signed to study the physical evidence from that last kaze. The one that almost got you. Determine the facts."

Then, however, she faded to silence. The speakers emitted a rough wheeze of respiration, as if she'd dropped off to sleep.

My G.o.d, Koina thought in dismay, how long have you been working on this?

Carefully she prompted, "What physical evidence?"

Lane's voice returned with a thud, as if she'd dropped something heavy beside her pickup. "Well, the body, of course. But we also have his id tag and GCES Security credentials."

"How is that possible?" Koina asked. "The man blew himself up." She knew the answer: she was simply trying to help Lane.

"Director Lebwohl grabbed them. Before the kaze went off. I've been working with them since then."

Koina didn't risk so much as a glance at Cleatus. She wasn't sure she could bear it if she saw that Lane's statement didn't surprise him.

"I see. Please go on."

The researcher sighed again. "If you've read ED Security's preliminary reports, you know the id tag and credentials identified a GCES Security sergeant named Clay Imposs, but the man using them was really Nathan Alt."

Now the Council could hear every breath she took. Koina had the disturbing impression that Lane had put her head down with her mouth right on her pickup. Each hoa.r.s.e intake and exhalation seemed to fill the speakers with a claustrophobic urgency.

"Captain Nathan Alt was UMCPED until Director Donner court-martialed him for dereliction. Since then he's had a number of jobs. Most recently the UMC hired him as Security Liaison for Anodyne Systems." Unnecessarily she explained, "Anodyne is a subsidiary of the UMC. They manufacture the SOD-CMOS chips we use in datacores-and id tags."

Cleatus raised his voice to announce, "I revealed all this to Warden Dios yesterday."

Lane took a sharp breath. "Is that Cleatus Fane?"

"It is, Dr. Harbinger," Koina answered.

"Good. I like it." Lane's tone seemed to gather strength, as if she'd found a new source of energy-or been given another dose of stim.

"Mr. Fane," she rasped. "According to our log of that conversation, you told Director Dios Nathan Alt was fired six weeks ago. Because he had dealings with the native Earthers.

"Is that right?"

"It is," the FEA said firmly.

Koina thought she heard a bitter grin in the research's voice as Lane retorted, "Well, you're lying."

Half a dozen Members gasped. President Len covered his eyes with one hand to conceal his reaction. Unselfconsciously Sixten clenched his old fists in front of his chest like a kid wis.h.i.+ng with all his might for a miracle.

Cleatus started to launch a furious rejoinder, then clamped his mouth shut on it. Apparently his master had called him to heel again. Instead of defending himself, he wrapped his arms across his belly and let Lane say what she wanted.

The rest of the room was paralyzed by the crowded strain was full of hypnagogic drugs. For another, the bomb had a chemical trigger. The catalyst was contained in a false tooth. Of course, the man himself can't testify. He's too dead." The raw edge of her respiration suggested another grin. "But the circ.u.mstantial evidence is clear. Alt entered the Council chamber in a state of deep hypnosis. On a preconditioned signal, he bit down to break his false tooth. The catalyst entered his system. A minute or two later he exploded.

"It's also clear that he must have been given the signal by someone in the room. Someone he could see. Or hear. He was in no condition to make decisions himself. So you had a traitor with you during the last session. Since no one's been allowed to leave the island, he's probably still there."