(USS Saratoga, September 2064)
McQueen stepped into the office, to find the rest of his office mates watching TV. Shane still had her arm in a sling, she still wasnt supposed to move her shoulder too much. But she looked a lot better this morning, especially since Dr. OLeary had released her to return to light duty and she could at least make herself useful catching up the paperwork. She waved him inside. Check out CNN! It should be coming up again here in a minute.
The Wolfe Pack busted out Bad John.
Youre kidding. He pulled his chair over and logged onto his terminal, but kept an eye out for the news story to come up again. It turned out John Waite had been in court to testify to a grand jury regarding what hed seen on Vesta and the deal the Wolfe Pack had with Aerotech. Hed refused to name his accomplices, although of course Danny Wolfe had been identified from the 5-8s reports and they had descriptions of the others. Although the testimony Waite had given was still sealed, McQueen figured hed told plenty about what hed seen down in the mine and about Aerotechs orders regarding Amy.
However, on his way back to prison, an SA-43 with Aerotech colors had forced the prison van off the road, and a similarly marked ISSCV had taken John off the van. Only one guard had been seriously injured -- though not killed -- and that one had been attempting to carry out orders to shoot John rather than allow him to escape. The guards descriptions of the SA-43 pilot matched Danny.
McQueen knew John deserved to be punished for the bombing, but on the other hand, he wasnt sorry that Waite had testified against Aerotech and escaped with his skin. Also, he had to admire the way Danny had pulled off that operation, with minimal damage and no loss of life. There had been a very practical reason for arranging things that way. It was highly unlikely the fleet would be ordered to search for the Wolfe Pack, since no lives had been lost and they hadnt taken any government property. It was still the business of the Department of Justice to bring them in. Of course, they would have Aerotech to contend with. If Danny had any sense, he and his people were halfway through a wormhole to some out-of-the-way system by now, where they would lie low for a good long time.
He hadnt any more than stepped onto the bridge when Ross quietly motioned him into his office. The Commodore shut the hatch. Have you heard the news?
Just now in the office. McQueen couldnt quite suppress a grin.
Ross returned it. I would like to have seen the look on those Aerotech boys faces when Danny used some of their own planes to spring John Waite! You all are going to the JFK to testify before that grand jury by telepresence. Before this is over, you personally will probably end up back on Earth testifying before a General Assembly subcommittee. He scowled. Have you and Shane ever been in any way ... uh, indiscreet? Im not saying anything, but if theres any chance there could be a scandal we need to be ready for it now.
Not to my knowledge, sir, he replied. Weve been careful, but anythings possible. As far as I know, the only people aware of the situation are the Wild Cards, Amy, and yourself.
No, sir. Amy wouldnt.
Ross drew a deep breath and let it out. In the meanwhile, we need to play this really close to the vest ... and you need to be especially careful.
I dont just mean staying out of the sack, damn it. Aerotech wants you dead, and the rest of the Cards arent far behind you. Some of the stuff Ive been hearing in the last week or so ... Jesus, it looks like this thing goes back before the turn of the century! You made some damn big enemies, Ty.
Ill be honest with you, Danny may be a first-class son of a bitch, but Im glad hes drawing some of their fire. I had enough to worry about with the damn chigs without this on top of it. When this is over, I hope every one of em ends up in a cell until hell freezes over. But everyone whos tried so far to make that happen has either ended up discredited or dead.
McQueen said, It looks like I opened up a real can of worms for you, Glen. Amy and I didnt see this kind of trouble coming.
I know that, but Id have told you to go ahead with it anyway even if you had...especially if you had.
After what I saw on Vesta, I cant leave it alone, no matter where it goes from here, McQueen said.
Ross looked up at him, and his dark eyes were just as implacable. Neither will I, and neither will a lot of other people. A lot of politicians jumped off on our side of the fence when Amys story hit the front page. People overlooked a lot when it was politics as usual. But Aerotech overreached their hand when they started this war in the first place. It is not going to be politics as usual now.
If they want me badly enough, sir, theyll be able to get to me. There arent a hell of a lot of places to hide on the Toga. I dont want to take you, or the 5-8, down with me if it comes to that.
Thats bilge, Ty, if it comes to that I know what side I am on. You and I are not a couple of damn kids on a three day pass carousing in Mobile any more. This is a matter of right and wrong, what we will stand for and what we are willing to put our lives on the line for. I swore an oath to uphold and defend the Constitution, not some ... illegal shadow government that exists only to make Aerotech richer. If theres one coming over the hill with my name on it, then by God let it find me upholding that oath. Otherwise I would be a disgrace to the blood of all the boys and girls that I have ordered to their deaths fighting this war.
Ross figured there was no sense worrying about things he couldnt help at the moment, and changed the subject. You can tell Shane the 5-8s replacements are coming in day after tomorrow. Theyre supposed to have been the top of the class at Loxley this time.
McQueen commented, Its about time.
Stop by my quarters tonight, I should have their jackets by then.
(USS Saratoga, September 2064)
McQueen tapped at Ross hatch. Enter! Came the short reply from inside.
Ross was sitting behind his desk, on it rested a bottle of rum and a nearly empty glass. McQueen had rarely seen Commodore Ross so angry. He slammed a stack of file jackets down on the table so hard the bottle and glass jumped. "Ty, I've got some news, and I don't know how to tell you this, so I'm just going to show you. Do you know Georgeanne Jeffords?"
"The name rings a bell. Gitmo, back in '52 or '53?"
"That's right. It's Brigadier General Jeffords now, thank you very much, and I want you to look at this project she wants us to participate in."
McQueen picked up the jacket, did a double-take of the photograph, then opened it and started reading. Quietly he asked, "Sir, did you get any farther than the picture?"
"I dont know why the hell you think Id need to! After what theyve put you through--!"
"Humor me," McQueen replied.
Ross glared, but he took the jacket back and started reading. He indicated a glass and McQueen helped himself. After a moment, the glare softened into a scowl and then to a puzzled look. "You're the one who brought this thing in? This really is your report?"
"Thats how it happened." McQueen stared into his glass. "Collins and I were flying pirate suppression, it was supposed to be a milk run. But we stumbled across their hideout, on a rock called Macauleys World in the Timorra system." He told the rest of it. "I never expected to see anything more of Marcy after that. The camp was the only chance she had, but it was a pretty slim one.
So you think this is on the up and up?
There was something different about Marcy ... do you know any more about General Jeffords project?
She seems to think an AI might understand the chigs better than we do.
She might be right. The Stranahan AIs were able to form an alliance with them. Its worth a try.
Jeffords suggested that I assign Marcy to you. I was ready to tell her to go to hell and give Marcy to Crazy Judy, if an AI can fit in anywhere its recon.
Sir, Ive got to admit that the idea of working with an AI every day comes as ... a surprise ... but working as my aide will put Marcy in a position to get the data she needs. That really is the important thing. And, on a personal level, I owe Marcy. I pay my debts, Glen, the least I can do is look out for her while shes here.
He nodded. Well, that wasnt the reaction I was expecting, but if youre okay with it, Ill put it through. He pushed the remaining file jackets across the desk. Youll find Marcys cover identity in the top one. Jeffords doesnt want any more people than necessary to know what she is. The others are the 5-8s newbies.
McQueen looked at each in turn. Nothing stood out about Yamauchi or Lucas at first glance. Yamauchi was just out of college with a major in business, Lucas had graduated from high school last spring. Their draft numbers were their obvious incentive for enlisting now. Nothing in the jackets gave him cause to make a judgment about them before meeting them.
Moores history got his attention fast. Guadeloupe #6 until it played out, then Halleston ... no wonder she sailed through boot. Halleston had one hell of a reputation, Ive never met a survivor before.
What do you think?
I dont know ... Ill wait until she gets here. He turned the last folder.
Ross said, An AI, and Jim Averys boy, on the same day. I do believe that I am getting too old for this, Ty.
Just a few months ago, McQueen had been with Jim Avery when he died. Both of them had been pinned under the debris of an explosion, the only help or comfort he had been able to offer had been his hand for Avery to grip. He could still feel the lock of their fingers. Now here was Jims son, the same gray eyes looking back at him from a photograph that could have been Jim himself ten or twelve years ago. McQueen had owned a motorcycle back then, he wondered if Jimmy remembered the afternoons hed taken him riding on the back roads around Loxley. Now that little kid was a grown man. Youre not the only one, Glen.
(Washington, DC -- September 2064)
Marcy took a stack of reports into General Jeffords office. Maam, here are those things you-- She stopped when she saw the way the General was standing at her desk, her face was pale and her hand was pressed to her middle. Marcy dropped the papers on the credenza and rushed over. General! Whats wrong, do you need someone?
She shook her head. Get me my purse and a glass of water.
Quickly, Marcy did so, and watched with growing concern as the General took a pill box out of her bag and took a liquid-gel out of it. She bit down on it, and swiftly downed the glass of water to wash the godawful taste out of her mouth. After a moment, the pain eased.
Jeffords finally looked up at her. Dont let the cat out of the bag on me, Marcy.
I dont understand. I wont tell anyone, if you dont want me to, but you should get some help. That was bad.
Yeah, I know. Ive been to the doctors and theres nothing they can do. I was out there too long, got exposed to every kind of chemicals and radiation in Gods universe. Ive had cancer for five years, its flared up a couple of times and I had it treated when it did, but they dont know where the primary site is. This time, instead of just reappearing in one place, its damn near everywhere.
Oh ... no....
I dont want you to feel sorry for me, damn it! If I wanted bouquets and get-well-cards, Id have told everybody! I just want everything to stay the same as long as it can. General Morgan knows, and so does Colonel Penderson. I can stay on active duty until it starts affecting my work. Usually it doesnt hurt like that, Marcy, but I moved wrong, thats all.
Marcy nodded. How-- She couldnt bring herself to ask how long, but Jeffords read it in her expression.
The docs told me six months, more or less. I told them, at least till the wars over. Im not gonna desert my post.
I -- what I came to tell you -- I got my flight assignment. Ill be leaving out of Loxley, Alabama the day after tomorrow. I dont want this to be goodbye!
Jeffords expression softened, maybe for the first time in years. Youll have to get used to it, you know. We live eighty years or so. The geeks tell me you could be around a hell of a lot longer than that.
I know, Marcy said miserably.
I told you Ill be around long enough to see us win this thing, youre not gonna get rid of me that easy. You just do your job, let me worry about Ironass Jeffords.
Marcy swore, I wont let you down, maam.
Jeffords smiled. Shed already known that, from the months shed been working with Marcy and overseeing the project. You need to get your things in order to ship out. You can leave early this afternoon to take care of things. Stop by my office tomorrow morning before you head out for Loxley.
Dismissed. Jeffords watched Marcy shut the hatch behind her, then kicked her chair around to look out over the parade ground through the open blinds. The first red and gold leaves strayed by on a breeze. She would see the snow again, and spring. How could she ever explain to Marcy, or to anyone else for that matter, how full her life had been, how rich and good? If she could only complete this last mission and live to see victory won, she could go to her rest without regrets.
(Loxley, Alabama -- September 2064)
The graduation dance at Loxley had been a gala affair, and the four new Marines had enjoyed it greatly. They had their orders, they were shipping out tomorrow. Lucas family and Averys mom and his best friend had made it in for graduation, but Yamauchis folks lived too far away, and Moore didnt have anyone. Can you believe we got assigned to the 58th squadron? Lisa said.
Jimmy was still feeling a little warm from the champaign. He hadnt touched a drop of liquor since he and his mother had drunk a toast to his fathers memory, so the bubbly had gone to his head a little faster than hed expected. Well, they needed four pilots, and we were the best all through training.
They all had passes to spend a few hours off base. Jimmy and Kenny were going out with their folks, they parted company when they saw the families coming out of the building. Nita said, Looks like its just you and me, kid.
Lisa giggled. You know something, Nita? I get tired of someone whos only eight calling me kid.
Nita took a playful swipe at her, Lisa ducked fast because even Nitas playful swipes werent a whole lot of fun on the receiving end. Shed found out fast in combat training that she really didn't ever want Nita to pop her one for real. Nita was a big woman, but she was all muscle, and it would have been a hell of a mistake to assume that translated to slow.
They changed clothes and went down to the O-club for a while. They thought about making friends with a couple of good-looking guys they met there, but one of them made a remark about Nita and they almost got in a fight. Neither of them wanted that kind of trouble so they just walked away from it. They ran into some acquaintances in the parking lot and ended up riding over to the levee with them.
There was quite a little party going on when they got there, people had hot dogs and beer. There were a lot of people swimming. You werent supposed to do that because of pollution or something but everyone did. Someone had country music playing loud, and a few people were dancing down by the campfire. After a while, they joined in the dance, celebrating this last night on Earth.
(USS Saratoga, September 2064)
Vansen ran her fingers under her sling to ease it slightly. So, did you find out anything about our new kids from the commodore last night?
McQueen told her about them first, that gave him some time to think about exactly how to break the news about Marcy. He had thought no one could hate AIs on principle more than he did ... until he had met Shane!
When he finished, she commented, Im surprised theyd assign Jims son to the 5-8. He must be the next thing to your own kid.
He wouldnt have been, if I were still C.O. instead of you, McQueen pointed out. I had a motorcycle back then, I used to take him riding out on the back roads. Jim and I didnt think his mother knew about that, until she gave him a motorcycle helmet for his birthday.
Shane laughed. Yeah, right...!
Im not surprised Jimmy decided to go this route, though. He used to love to hang around the sims, he was writing code for them before he could reach the controls. I guess he was about eleven or twelve when we started sneaking him in. The C.O. went ballistic when he found out about that ... until Jimmy shot him down best two out of three. You can imagine the grin on Jims face while he watched that one go down.
So what happened?
The war ended, and Jim was promoted and started spending more and more time aboard the carrier. Jimmys mom could never get used to the climate in Alabama. When she was there by herself eight or nine months out of the year she said the hell with it and moved them back to where ever it was they came from. South Dakota, I think. Then Jimmy started college. After that, the only time I saw Jimmy was when Jim was home on leave at the same time we were at Loxley. He and his mom came only came down when Jim was there. The last time I saw him was spring break last year, he stopped to visit on his way to Florida. Hed made it into an honors software engineering program at MIT then.
Shane could understand Jimmy real well. Shed been a Marine brat herself ... and for a long time there, every AI shed killed had gone towards evening the score for her parents. At least he should fit into the unit real well, he already knew the ropes and he was practically family already. As for the rest ... shed know soon enough. When do they get here?
Should be today.
Shane studied him for a while. He was usually hard to read, even for her, but now she could tell he was holding something back. Well, drop the other shoe and get it over with, she said finally.
He told her about Marcy, and Macauleys world, and Jeffords idea. It just might be crazy enough to work, Shane.
Youre asking me to trust your back to a -- freakin AI! she exclaimed. I am sorry, Ty, but I just dont think I can do that!
Reasonably he said, If she wanted me dead, Id be dead. All shed have had to do was take a front row seat back on Macauleys World.
She needed you alive to get her off that rock, Shane pointed out. Youre even, you dont owe her anything! Let someone else have her!
Im not asking you to trust Marcy. Im asking you to trust me. Besides, he grinned, You do owe me an anything bet.
Shane gave him a long look, and slowly relaxed. She wasnt used to Ty sweet-talking her into things, she could foresee a lifetime of doing things against her better judgment just because of those blue eyes. All right, Ty. But I still think weve both lost our minds. I wouldnt go along with this on anyone elses say-so!
I knew I could count on you.
Just promise me youll be careful around this thing. Unless you want to end up like me, with a Ka-bar in your back--
All right, I promise, if itll make you feel better. I want you to promise me youll give Marcy a fair chance before you make up your mind about her.
Ill give her the benefit of the doubt, Shane said. Before I met Alvin on the Bacchus, I wouldnt have believed there was any room for doubt. But now ... Ive been wrong before. Maybe Im wrong about this AI. Are Todd and Jeff-D and Holly supposed to know about her?
Need to know. Right now, its just you, me and Commodore Ross. If shes here that long, well eventually end up having to let Phousse in on it.
Right.... Ty, how do you think they got her to do this?
What was the line from that old movie about an offer you cant refuse? Im sure it was something like that. In her place, Id have agreed to just about anything to get out of that detention colony.
Yeah, Shane said thoughtfully. Im going to head back to the barracks and make sure nobody has their stuff in the spare lockers. We arent going to have a hell of a lot of time to get the new kids settled in before we have to ship out for the JFK.
What are you thinking?
That it was all just on paper before, my being C.O. of the 58th. We all knew what was really going on. These kids dont know, and that scares the hell out of me. Theyre going to be looking to me ... and I dont know if Im ready.
He sat down on the corner of his desk. Now you know how I felt before the Battle of the Belt, he told her. Id just lost the 127th, and most of us had ten or fifteen years of experience. And there you people were, fresh out of Loxley. He shook his head. I was supposed to give you some kind of fighting chance out there....
You did, Shane said.
Shane, youre the one whos been really leading this squadron almost from the start. I can give you advice, but youre the one whos out there in the thick. Whenever youve had to make the snap decisions, youve done it. And for two months while I was in rehab, you were the one who pulled the 5-8 back together. Youve done a hell of a job. I dont see that changing now.
Shane smiled. I needed to hear that.
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