Part 33 (2/2)
He replied with a grin and a nod.
”Okay, it's agreed who will be doing something to someone. Before we go on to how we will be doing it, let's follow the captain's well-ordered process and examine if we should be doing anything at all,” Kris said.
That got puzzled looks around the table.
”Clearly that wasn't the most logical thing I've ever said, so let's take a second try. I can develop a cold. We could slash the tires on the amba.s.sador's limo. Simply put, there is no reason to involve Wardhaven in what is about to go down on Eden.
”Yes, I believe a Peterwald is at the bottom of this, but my proof hangs on Vicky showing up at the right time. This Grant von Schrader has managed to do whatever it is he's doing without any visible ties back to Henry Peterwald.
”So, Police Lieutenant Martinez,” Kris said, turning to the local man. ”Are you briefed on what we think is going down?”
”Penny told me. And call me Juan.”
”Thank you, Juan. Do you have any objections to someone ma.s.sacring these politicians you aren't permitted to vote for?”
The man stayed in his seat, quiet for a long minute, then he stood. ”They tell us we are second-cla.s.s citizens. We cannot vote. We cannot run for elected office,” he said, raising his right hand and looking searchingly at the palm.
”Yet”-now his left hand came up-”I am a police officer, sworn to protect this government I cannot elect. I, and my father before me, found this kind of funny.
”But we didn't laugh. The ones we did laugh at were those who had the vote and sat out elections. Now there be fools.”
He let his hands fall to his sides. ”My grandfather used to say that you are only powerless if you say you are. If you accept that you are.”
Juan pursed his lips, then went on. ”They say that people like me cannot run for office or vote for anyone. Yet we often decide who will be on the ballot.”
Kris raised an eyebrow at that. Juan grinned.
”I know a big man. Big, empty man. He sees himself in the senate someday. But there are five of us cops who have busted him for driving drunk. Five times the fool got behind the wheel and endangered those on the road. If he tries to run, I will talk quietly to one of the small media outlets that cater to me and my people. They will publish a story. A story that will be too hot not to be picked up by the mainstreams. And that man's expectations of high political office will vanish like the wind.
”They are right. I cannot run or elect my government. But I can keep someone out of the government. There is power in that.
”Are the men someone has condemned to death mine? Maybe not, but at least they are not theirs. So, Princess Kristine, in the name of all of us who have no voice, may I ask you to shout for us, even at the risk of your life.”
Juan paused, then an evil smile swept his face. ”And who knows? Maybe this time there will be enough reports. Enough reporters with b.a.l.l.s, to tell what actually happens. Maybe some reporter standing around will get the story straight.” He paused. ”But nothing must risk the security of what you do.”
”Security must be kept,” Kris growled. ”Surprise is all we have going for us.”
”So, Princess, what will you have me do? Stay here where I can only listen to you, or let me go to find enough honest cops to back you up when you need it?”
”Juan, what do you have in mind?”
The man laughed at the joy of the question. ”First, there is that warehouse full of arms. The cops guarding it could hardly hold it against a determined a.s.sault.”
”That is something Gramma Ruth worries about,” Kris said.
”Then let me get a few of my friends there. Maybe arm themselves from what they are protecting. That should turn an easily plucked pomegranate into a p.r.i.c.kly cactus.
”And if I can get enough men rotated through that warehouse, I may have something like a SWAT team. I've read about them in the literature. It would be nice to have one. We cops do not like that the security hacks have all the automatic weapons and we walk beats with just a revolver or nightstick. I can show this government many eager young men ready to fight for it. And who deserve something better from it.”
”Captain,” Kris said, ”you mind releasing the lieutenant?”
”Unity of command is something we're supposed to strive for, but it looks to me like if we keep Juan here, he might not be able to round up a command. Good luck, Lieutenant. Hopefully, we'll see you when we need you.”
”Penny told me that we may not be able to count on our communications when time comes.”
”Somebody does seem to have a very good jammer,” Kris said.
”Then my caballeros may have to ride for the sound of the guns.” The lieutenant tossed the captain a salute and left.
”Gramma, were things this bad fighting the Iteeche. I know the history books make it-”
”You know where you can stuff the history books,” Ruth interrupted. ”Kris, I'm afraid it never gets better. Only worse.”
Kris walked over to the map of the National Gallery of the Arts. ”So, how do we defend this thing?”
”More likely, how do we attack this thing while someone else is attacking it?” Captain DeVar offered as a slight correction.
”This could get awfully confusing,” Penny said.
”Confusing even for a place like Eden,” Abby added.
40.
Most of Kris's team had missed lunch, so they broke for supper early. Kris found herself collecting a tray when Lieutenant Commander Malhoney appeared at her elbow.
”I understand there's a command performance at the Art Gallery tomorrow night,” he said.
”So I'm told,” Kris admitted.
”You'll need an escort. Your Marine here may be, ah, busy elsewhere,” he said with a slight cough. ”I'd like to offer my arm for your official use.”
Kris frowned at the commander; no one would ever mistake him for a line beast. Still, he had been out every morning of late jogging along behind the Marines. His claim to have the biggest belly in the Wardhaven Navy was no longer true. Still.
”Tomorrow night might not be the best time,” Kris said.
”Yes, I've heard that scuttleb.u.t.t. I've been practicing with my service automatic at the Marine indoor range. The sergeant rates my shooting as 'not half bad.'”
Kris raised an eyebrow. ”Not half bad” might not be nearly good enough for tomorrow night. ”The amba.s.sador says he wants to squire me around.” Kris offered him an out, but waved him into line with her. The double doors to the mess hall were wide open; anyone could pa.s.s by and overhear this.
He took the place she offered, and reached past her for a tray. ”But if we make it an all Navy affair,” the commander said, ”he can't really complain. I may not be all that much better than Sammy, but I'll know when to duck and how to stay out of your line of fire. If you have to take care of him, it might just cost you the second you don't have.”
Kris went down the steam table, serving herself or taking what was handed to her. What was it about a Longknife? Let one of them charge into harms way and everyone seemed to stand in line to be a target with them. Or step in front of them.
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