Part 6 (1/2)
”So what happened?” Z4 asked in a low voice.
Ne'al shrugged. ”We fell into the wrong five percent.”
”Right. So you want me to go to President Bacco and explain to her that she has to waste an hour of her life on a shuttle because we fell into the wrong five percent.”
”It'll have the definite ring of truth to it,” Ne'al said with a smile.
Z4 glared at Ne'al, and its smile fell. ”Do you know where we are, Ne'al?”
”Your office.”
”More generally.”
”Paris.”
”Exactly. City of Light, famed in song and story, seat of the Federation Council, and location with the second-heaviest amount of shuttle traffic anywhere in the entire sector. Do you know what gets the heaviest?”
Ne'al shook its head.
”San Francisco.”
Now Ne'al nodded again. Z4 suspected that it was intimidated into silence by Z4's demeanor, which was fine, as it meant his demeanor was having precisely the desired effect.
”Shuttle trips for the president are security nightmares. Do you know what Starfleet Security's code word is for when the president takes a shuttle trip?”
Ne'al shook its head again.
” 'Golden Gate.' Know why?”
A third head-shake.
”It refers to when the Breen invaded Earth and, among other things, destroyed the Golden Gate Bridge. It's a tidy way of summing up what a security nightmare it is when the president flies out in the open, a nightmare which is compounded by being in the two highest-traffic zones in the sector.” Z4 stood up and walked around his desk so he could loom over the still-seated Ne'al-something he couldn't do once the much-taller Ne'al got up, so he wanted to take advantage. ”Now, I want you to change the itinerary so that President Bacco leaves for the noon event at 2050. She will be taking one of the transporters. I don't care if you have to drag Montgomery Scott over from the S.C.E. office in San Francisco, I don't care if you have to animate the statue of Zefram Cochrane in Montana, but make sure one of those d.a.m.n transporters is working at 2050, clear?”
”Zefram Cochrane invented warp drive.”
Z4 was thrown off-kilter by Ne'al actually speaking, then again by what it said. ”What?”
”The transporter didn't exist when Cochrane created warp drive. In fact, I don't think it existed until after he retired to Alpha Centauri. If we animated his statue, I don't think he'd know what to- ”
”Just get it done, Ne'al.” Z4 touched the control on his desk that opened the door.
Ne'al took the hint and ran out of the office.
As Z4 sat back down at his desk, his a.s.sistant, a fellow Nasat named Q2 Brown, commed him. ”You've got a call from the Tzenkethi emba.s.sy.”
That got Z4's attention. ”Is it Emra?”
”Yes.”
Emra had served as Tzenkethi amba.s.sador to the Federation for years. Once, he'd tried to open up trade relations with Nasat, but the talks had fallen through when the Tzenkethi had refused to agree to terms that had been in any way favorable to the Federation as a whole. The Tzenkethi only traded with outsiders if they had to, and the situation had been sufficiently desperate that they'd made the overtures to Nasat in the first place, but nothing had come of it.
Still, Emra had always been an unusually reasonable person for a Tzenkethi politician-which was probably why he'd gotten the job, but also probably why he wasn't able to be effective at it-and they had stayed in periodic touch, both while Z4 was a forest quadrant governor on Nasat and now that he was in the Palais.
Activating his comm, he said, ”Mr. Amba.s.sador, how are you?” There was no visual image-Tzenkethi never used visual communication.
”I am fine, Mr. Blue my old friend, but I am afraid that I will need to speak with your president as soon as possible.”
”Why not just request to speak before the council? They'll be in session tomorrow, and- ”
”No, no, no, my friend, it cannot be the entire council. I have too many enemies on the first floor of the Palais-but President Bacco may see reason.”
Z4's antennae curled up again. ”Emra, what's this about?”
”I cannot say over an open channel, Z4. Suffice it to say that it is urgent and it involves the Tzelnira . Can you do this for me?”
Z4 hesitated. ”Let me talk to Esperanza Piniero and get back to you.”
”Do so quickly, please.”
”I'll be in touch.” Z4 cut the communication, then asked Q2 to get the first free moment Esperanza had.
When she was done going over the amendments to the allocation bill for Betazed, Esperanza Piniero checked her schedule and saw that she was supposed to meet with Jas Abrik. This ought to be fun.
She commed her a.s.sistant, Zachary Manzanillo, who'd been with her ever since she left Starfleet and started working for Nan Bacco on Cestus III. ”Is he here?”
”Not yet. Should I page him?”
Letting out a sigh, she said, ”Yes, please.”
During his years in Starfleet, Jas Abrik had cultivated a reputation for punctuality. That reputation had gone out the window pretty much the microsecond that he started working as President Bacco's security advisor.
Of course, he always showed up on time for his briefings on fifteen. He had enough respect for the office to do that. But anywhere else in the Palais, he took his sweet time getting there-unless he was the one calling the meeting, in which case anyone who had the temerity to be late got an earful.
Zachary came back on. ”I've got Admiral Abrik in his office.”
”What the h.e.l.l is he doing in his office?”
”I could ask him.”
”Very funny,” Esperanza muttered. ”Put him through.”
Jas Abrik's face appeared on her viewer. ”What do you want, Esperanza?”
”You to be in my office for the meeting we scheduled yesterday. You were going to brief me on the Reman refugee situation.”
”I'll have a briefing for the president in an hour.”