Part 101 (1/2)

Amy, this is Ari, via Base One. This is all pre-recorded, so you can't talk back and forth, just listen and do this.

Something's happened. I can't know what in advance, but if you're getting this, something drastic will have happened, and I'm either in hospital, dead, or somewhere outside Reseune and in trouble.

First thing, protect yourself.

Second, the warning flasher we talked is out over the House system now, so everybody knows to take precautions.

Help them if you can. Base One is now available for you to use on Florian's and Catlin's level, and that means you can get information and perform operations without leaving a flag even for Denys or Giraud. The Help function is under Tutor if you need it.

I don't think they'll go at you. They know Base One uses lethal force. I don't advise your taking other people up onto the floor, but use your discretion in extreme need.

Don't use Base One to request information outside Reseune. I can, but for various reasons I haven't incorporated that routine under this access-mostly that it's hard not to give yourself away. I've encoded every single contingency I can think of and if I've activated this, I've probably fired you off a list of pertinent items via a code transmission in the net to Base One.

As follows: a.s.sa.s.sination attempt; from inside Reseune; Jordan Warrick; not involved; Jordan Warrick moved; to Reseune; trust Grant; but; Justin Warrick; whereabouts uncertain; in Novgorod; watch out for; Denys.

Grant drank his soft drink and stared bleakly at the computer flow, codes, mostly, which he could not read, which, very likely, Amy could not read, but the advanced system which had annexed their home unit very probably did read, and Base One answered Amy's questions.

”d.a.m.n,” Amy said.

Grant did not like that. He waited for illumination, and finally got up, but Quentin's instant, wary attention dissuaded him from taking a step in any direction.

”What's wrong?” he asked quietly. ”Sera?”

”Oh, d.a.m.n!” She spun her chair around. ”Security's just gone off-line. The whole net is down.”

”Denys is aware,” Grant said with a cold feeling; and then saw the black screen come to life again.

This is the House System emergency function. Someone has attempted interrupt. The Bureau has been notified and the interrupt doc.u.mented.

The System is now re-integrating. Source of the interrupt: Security main offices.

Control of the System has now pa.s.sed to Ariane Emory.

All Security personnel, stand by further orders through normal channels: Security main offices are downgraded to: Unreliable; House Administrative offices downgraded to: Unreliable; control re-routed to: RESEUNE ONE.

”G.o.d,” Grant breathed, and sat down.

”Well, Denys has done it,” Ari said, and leaned back in her seat, watching the system-flow transit the briefcase flat-screen, Florian and Catlin reading over her shoulder.

”That sounds like my predecessor's work,” Florian said. ”It might well be. And mine. -I'm surprised at Seely letting Denys try that.”

”Seely is likely following orders,” Catlin said. ”Seely would have advised against it.”

”Might not be there?”

”Might not,” Catlin said, ”but mostly, I think, they're preparing to defend the Administrative wing.”

”Makes sense,” Florian said. ”The system may have downgraded his Base, sera, but I'm sure he's already gone to manual on those locks.”

”Negotiation's what he's aiming for. He has absolutely nothing else to gain. Denys Denys wants to be immortal. wants to be immortal. Giraud Giraud is down there in that tank, and Denys can't keep his hand on everything.” is down there in that tank, and Denys can't keep his hand on everything.”

”Security won't like to be used against the House,” Catlin said. ”Abban I can understand. Seely I can. Some of the others-”

”Yakob?” Florian suggested.

”Could be odd tape. Could be odd tape on that whole senior wing. They've had twenty years to do it. I don't trust any of them.” be odd tape. Could be odd tape on that whole senior wing. They've had twenty years to do it. I don't trust any of them.”

”Don't count the Administrative systems as gone, sera,” Florian said. ”There could be a way-check and see if there's any order for Q system equipment credited to Administrative.”

”Security 10: acquisitions: Administrative: computer equipment: search. -Why? You think that could have been the tamper in Security?”

Florian leaned on her seat-back, nodded vigorously as she looked up over her shoulder. ”Acquisitions might not turn it up either,” he said. ”You can rig modules you could port in a suitcase, right down to the memory. Giraud could do it, easy. Right past Decon and everybody.”

”Security 10: widen search, last item: computer equipment: twenty-year range: search. -You're right. Denys isn't stupid-even about the House systems. It makes d.a.m.n good sense: divert Base Two to an alternate system, outflow without respecting any command-level inflow-like a one-way filter, to shut out the House system and still run it?”

”It's more complicated than that, but that's generally the idea. Your predecessor was full of tricks. He'd know there were protections-”

”He does does know. What about airport defenses? Can we get in there?” know. What about airport defenses? Can we get in there?”

”As long as we have affirmative control while we're going in, and it's talking to us,” Florian said, then shrugged. ”Unless that system can do something I can't figure. It's always possible. Jeffrey BJ's supposed to be in charge at the airport, and I don't know there's anything wrong with him; but I'd say the best thing to do is check the flight schedules, make sure nothing's inbound, and then use the override to reorient and then lock down: that way if Denys' Base is going to touch anything off it won't hit anything.”

”I can name you a handful,” Catlin said, ”who can make sure that power stays down.”

”You two take it.” two take it.”

He came around and sat down carefully in the chair next to her, and took the microphone. Catlin perched on the leather arm of his chair; and for a few moments it was all their peculiar jargon and names she did not know, but Catlin and Florian did.

Meanwhile she watched the dataflow. Search negative. She was only moderately interested. It made thorough sense, what Florian suggested; and Giraud could well have gotten the equipment in years ago. They had had all her childhood to set it up, and make sure it functioned.

Kill the airport defenses first, get the plane on the ground; and then figure something could go wrong with the precip towers: envelope rupture would make things uncomfortable for anyone trying to get to the House; figure that Denys might simply have ordered the buses uphill and parked them.

Search: she keyed, she keyed, airport: bus, ser # ?; graph. airport: bus, ser # ?; graph.

The schematic of Reseune turned up both buses, at the front of the Administrative wing.

She keyed orders to the main boards at the precip towers. They were an hour away from the field.

Then she got up and went, herself, back where her Security staff sat talking together: they had heard the net go down and re-establish itself, each and every one of them who had been listening to the net, and that was all of them, she figured.

”We're doing all right,” she said. ”Stay seated: listen. Florian's taking the defenses down. Wes, Marco, you stay with me and Dr. Warrick, on the plane: we're going to be busy as h.e.l.l and someone's got to coordinate whatever they can set for our protection. Dr. Warrick's a friendly, but he doesn't know the Rules: if so happen we have to move, you see he does what you tell him. The advance team is going to have to get into Administrative, and Florian and Catlin are going to be leaders going in. Tyler, you're First after either one of them.”

”Yes, sera,” Tyler said, a smallish, wiry man, white-haired and crew-cut. Tyler had served as one of Ari senior's staff. Two of the others were retired marines, Wes was a Green Barracks instructor, and the rest ranged from diplomatic security to Marco, who was a systems programmer.

”We'll have a number of other Security on call-up,” she said. ”Take that advis.e.m.e.nt from Catlin: she's doing the organization, Florian's doing the special work, Catlin will brief you: we've kept this operation in ready-state for the last two years, not quite like we're improvising, all right? We just didn't know our target. Now we do. And we know right where the keys are. All right?”

”Yes, sera.”

She patted Tyler's shoulder, walked back down the narrow aisle past the galley and the staff restrooms; and opened the door of the bedroom. Justin was asleep, completely out.