Part 24 (1/2)

”Stow it, Elise. Now is not the time. We couldn't have expected the U.S. to actually mount an offensive only minutes after the Arcadians joined us.” Elle gritted her teeth. Saying I told you so never helped anybody and wasted time. She slammed her black leathergloved fist into her hand and shouted back into the screen. ”Elise! Get your troops moving! I want some s.h.i.+ps in the air now! I don't care if they only have three people flying them, I want them in the air!”

”Yes, Elle. We're scrambling now.”

”Good.” She cut the transmission. Then she turned to the tech. ”Put me on a systemwide broadcast channel. Make it fast!”

”Yes, ma'am. Ten seconds...” The tech fiddled at his console and then waved a hand at her. ”You're on, ma'am.”

”People of the United Separatist Republic, the Americans are attacking the Tau Ceti system as I speak. They presently have seven U.S. supercarriers over New Tharsis. We must fight them! We haven't had to fight like this in over a decade, and never here on our own soil. But this will be no different than our days on the Reservation on Mars or at Triton. We will fight, and we will prevail. Take up arms and defend your way of life against the evil oppressor! Defend your home!” She cut the feed.

Elle thought for a moment, trying to decide what her next move should be. Deanna was down there in her penthouse. Since those U.S. fleet s.h.i.+ps attacked the city, they might hit the Capitol Building and Dee could be in danger. She needed Dee alive. Dee was the only thing she could use to bargain with Moore. She had to have Dee alive. There was something deeper down, she wasn't sure quite what it was. A memory or a feeling she hadn't had in years that compelled her to want Dee alive. It was the same she had felt about Scotty when she had to kill him. She loved Scotty more than any man she'd ever met. But something, logic, had forced her to kill him for betraying her plans. Dee made her question the plans as well. She felt strongly for her granddaughter. But quickly those feelings were squashed by heartless logic and cold calculation. She needed Dee as a bargaining chip, nothing more.

Copernicus, we have to go get Dee and take her to safety.

Well, where do you want to take her?

Probably to our safe house in the outer-system moons.

In that case we will have to deactivate the snap-back alogorithm for her beacon. She can't leave the atmosphere of Ares or it triggers. The only place to deactivate it is the Capitol Building.

I know. Let's go.

Elle tapped her watchband, triggering her own snap-back, and vanished from the QMT facility. She reappeared a tenth of an AU away on the second floor of the Capitol Building in New Tharsis, where her personal QMT pad was.

The building shook from the explosions outside, and she could hear missile launches and some AA fire coming from the ground. There were no visible guards around the QMT pad, which was normal. The Capitol Building from the second floor up was hers anyway. Only the occasional VIP visitor or particularly strategically important pieces of her plan, like Dee, were allowed to pa.s.s through her personal pad. Otherwise, they used one farther out in the city or shuttled in. She often met with her generals on this floor, but they should be out defending her empire from the Americans. Another blast wave made the building tremble, and the windows rattled.

Elle? General Fink wants to talk to you.

Put him through.

”What can I do for you, General Fink?” she said as she walked toward the elevator.

”I'm on the first floor, ma'am. I need access to the military protocols so I can help you defend your city. I came back as soon as I saw the mecha cras.h.i.+ng into the penthouse.”

”What? Mecha in the penthouse?”

”I'm sorry, ma'am. I thought you knew.”

”I'm bringing you up now.”

Copernicus, give Fink access to whatever he needs. But keep an eye on him. He's a slimy one. And teleport him up to my pad now.

Yes, ma'am.

Elle stopped and turned around. If there was mecha hitting the penthouse, then she might be outnumbered up there. She wanted to know what happened to her defense systems and SIFs, but that would have to wait.

Are we going back for Fink? Copernicus asked her. Copernicus asked her.

I have an idea. Adjust the protocols and teleport Dee to the pad when I get there. Fink and I can keep an eye on her there.

Very well, ma'am.

As she rounded the corner to the pad, there was Fink in a full-body armored e-suit. His helmet was off and tethered over the shoulder as marines typically do while in an atmosphere. Ahmi looked at him curiously.

”Expecting trouble, General Fink?”

”Always, ma'am. That's why I'm still alive.”

”It's just around the corner here,” Dee said.

”All right.” Alexander held up his armored hand. He and Sehera had redonned their AEM helmets and were both flanking their daughter. The other two in suits were behind them. DeathRay and Nancy kept their backs to the walls as they slunk through the hallway of the Seppy leader's house.

”It should be right-” Dee vanished right in front of them.

”Not again!” Moore lurched forward to grab her but got nothing but air.

”Are we too far from the penthouse, you think?” Sehera asked.

”I don't think so,” Nancy replied in a low voice, almost a whisper.

”What the h.e.l.l!” They heard Dee's voice no more than five meters around the corner. ”G.o.dd.a.m.ned Fink, I'm gonna f.u.c.king kill you!” There was the sound of a struggle, and two railpistol rounds fired.

”I don't think you are in the position to kill anyone,” Fink said.

”f.u.c.k you,” Dee said again, followed by more scuffling sounds.

”Stop it! Now! We need to get out of here.” There was no mistaking that voice. It was Elle Ahmi. ”On the pad, both of you!”

”Hold up!” Moore whispered, motioning them back against the walls. ”We rush together in three, two, one, go!”

Chapter 30.

July 1, 2394 AD Ross 128, Arcadia Friday, 3:46 PM, Earth Eastern Standard Time ”We go in three!” Colonel Roberts motioned to the rest of the Robots. The AEM squad had made it all the way through the tank line and across the front lawn of the governor's mansion. They were presently taking up a position outside the flower garden in a cover position behind some very large limestone and granite flowerpots. There seemed to be nothing more than a handful of infantry holding the mansion position. None of the enemy infantry were in suits. They had body armor and helmets, but a generation old and not powered. On the other hand, there were probably a hundred of them. There were only nine marines, and one of them had a hole where one of his knees used to be.

”Sir, we're ready on the east side,” Gunnery Sergeant Tommy Suez reported. The squad was split into two by the driveway of the mansion. Tommy, Sergeant Hubbard, Corporal Bates, and PFCs Howser and Willingham were holding up behind a large ceramic fountain, across the driveway from the colonel, the second lieutenant, Top, and Corporal Cross.

”Good. Okay, Marines, in three, two, one, go!”

”Oorah, motherf.u.c.ker!” Howser yelled as she bounced up and over the fountain, firing her HVAR from the hip into the Arcadian infantrymen. She bounced down and continued to run at over thirty kilometers per hour.

”Serpentine, Howser!” Tommy warned her. He zigged and zagged through the railgun rounds that were leaving purple ion trails all around him and fired his own weapon. A few times, he pumped grenades from the launcher in his forearm. The grenades lobbed out about fifty meters or so into the barricades and razor wire, exploding with a deafening report and flinging dirt and debris and body parts across the lawn.

”Take that, you motherf.u.c.kers!” Bates yelled. He ran at the suit's top speed, never letting off the trigger of either his rifle or his grenades. He crossed the fifty meters or so between where they had been and the barricades at the steps of the mansion in seconds. PFC Howser bounced in right beside him. The two of them were practically back-to-back behind the barricades, pumping railgun rounds out as fast as they could.