Cyteen: The Betrayal (34 page)

“Yes, ser.”

“You’ll go on working. If something takes you across Ari’s path, you speak to her or not according to your judgment, whichever will provoke the least curiosity. You’ll show up at Family functions. If she speaks to you, be pleasant. No more than that. You stray off that line, you’ll be in here again and I won’t be in a good mood. And that goes for Grant, just the same. You make it clear to him. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, ser.” Like any azi. Quiet. Respectful. It’s a trap. It’ll still close. There’s something more to this.

“You can go. Open the door, Abban.”

The door did open. He shoved himself out of his chair. Denys did the same. He made it as far as the door and Denys went out it with him, caught his arm, steered him past Security out into the small box of the entry hall and out again into the main corridor.

Then Denys tugged him to a stop. “Justin.”

He stayed stopped. He was shaking, still. But defiance did not serve anything.

“Justin, you’re under a lot of pressure. But you know and I know-there’s no memory transfer. It’s not the old Ari. We don’t want, frankly, another case of animosity with the Warricks. We don’t want you taking Jordan’s part in this. You know what’s at stake.”

He nodded.

“Justin, listen to me. Giraud did the probe on you. He knows damned well you’re honest. He’s just-“

“A bastard.”

“Justin. Don’t make things hard. Do what Giraud says. Don’t make a mistake. You don’t want to hurt the little girl. I know you don’t. What Ari did to you-has nothing to do with her. And you wouldn’t hurt her.”

“No. I never did anything to Ari, for God’s sake. You think I’d hurt a kid?”

“I know. I know that’s true. Just think about that. Think

about it the next time you have to deal with her. Ari tore you up You can do the same thing to that child. You can hurt her. I want you to think seriously about that.”

“I didn’t do anything to her!”

“You didn’t do anything. Calm down. Calm down and take a breath. Listen to me. If you can handle this right, it could help you.”

“Sure.”

Denys took his arm again, faced him closer to the wall as Security left the office. Held on to him. “Justin. I wanted to tell you-the request that’s on my desk, the phone link: I’m going to give it a few weeks and then allow it. You’ll be on some kind of delay-Jordan’s clever, and Security has to have time to think. That’s the best I can do. Does that make you feel better?”

“What’s it cost me?”

“Nothing. Nothing. Just don’t foul it up. Stay out of double. All right?”

He stared at the wall, at travertine patterns that blurred in front of his eyes. He felt Denys pat his shoulder.

“I’m damn sorry. I’m damn sorry. I know. You haven’t had a day of peace. But I want you on the Project. That’s why I fought Giraud to keep you here. Ari liked you-no. Listen to me. Ari liked you. Never mind what she did. I know her-posthumously-as well as I know myself. Ari’s feud with Jordan was old and it was bitter. But she got your test scores and made up her mind she wanted you.”

“They were faked!”

“No, they weren’t. Not outstandingly high, you know that. But scattered through half a dozen fields. You had the qualities she had. Not her match, but then, you hadn’t had Olga Emory pushing you. She told me-personally-and this is no lie, son, that she wanted you in her wing, that you were better than the tests showed, a damned lot better, she said, than Jordan. Her words, not mine.”

“Science wasn’t what she had in mind, you know that.”

“You’re wrong. It’s not what you want to hear, God knows. But if you want to understand why she did what she did-that’s something you should know. I have one interest in this. Ari. Understand-she had cancer. Rejuv breakdown. The doctors argue whether the cancer kicked the rejuv or whether the rejuv was failing naturally and let the cancer develop. Whatever was going on, she knew she was in trouble and the timing couldn’t have been worse. Surgery would have delayed the project, so she put Petros and Irina under orders and covered it up. She set the whole project up, so that when she had to go for surgery-I’m sure she didn’t rule that out: she wasn’t a fool; but so when she did, it wouldn’t leave the subject without support, you understand, and it could run a few months with a light hand. Understand: I knew, because I was her friend, Justin. I was the one she allowed access to her notes. Giraud’s damn good at the money end of this. But my concern is her concern: the Project. I think you have your sincere doubts about it. No controls, no duplicatable result-But it’s founded on two centuries of duplicatable results with the azi. And of course it’s not the kind of thing that we can quantify: we’re dealing with a human life, an emotional dimension, a subjective dimension. We may disagree like hell, Justin, in there, in private, and I respect you for your professional honesty. But if you try to sabotage us, you’ll have me for an enemy. Do you understand me?”

“Yes, ser.”

“I’ll tell you another thing: Ari did some very wrong things. But she was a great woman. She was Reseune. And she was my friend. I’ve protected you; and I’ve protected her reputation by the same stroke; and damned if I’ll see some sordid little incident destroy that reputation. I’ll keep you from that. You understand me?”

“You’ve got the tapes in the archives! If this poor kid halfway follows in Ari’s track, researchers are going to want every last detail-and that’s no small one.”

“No. That won’t matter. That’s from the end of her life, beyond the scope of their legitimate interest. And even so, that’s why we’re working with Rubin. Rubin’s the one the military can paw over. Ari is our project. We keep title on the techniques. Did Reseune ever release anything-it has a financial interest in?”

“My God, you can run that scam on the military for years. Admit it. It’s Giraud’s damn fund-raiser. His bottomless source of military projects.”

Denys smiled and shook his head. “It’s going to work, Justin. We didn’t prompt her.”

“Then tell me this: are you sure Giraud didn’t?”

Denys’ eyes reacted minutely. The face did not. It went on smiling. “Time will prove it, won’t it? In your position, rather than be made a public fool, I’d keep my mouth shut, Justin Warrick. I’ve helped you. I’ve spoken for you and Jordan and Grant when no one else did. I’ve been your patron. But remember I was Ari’s friend. And I won’t see this project sabotaged.”

The threat was there. It was real. He had no doubt of it. “Yes, ser,” he said in half a voice.

Denys patted his shoulder again. “That’s the only time I’m going to say that. I don’t want ever to say it again. I want you to take the favor I’m doing you and remember what I told you. All right?”

“Yes, ser.”

“Are you all right?”

He drew a breath. “That depends on what Petros is going to do, doesn’t it?”

“He’s just going to talk to you. That’s all.” Denys shook at him gently. “Justin, -are you getting tape-flashes?”

“No,” he said. “No.” His mouth trembled. He let it. It made the point with Denys. “I’ve just had enough hell. The hospital panics me, all right? Do you blame me? I don’t trust Petros. Or anyone on his staff. I’ll answer his questions. If you want my cooperation, keep him away from me and Grant.”

“Is that blackmail?”

“God, I couldn’t have learned anything about that, could I? No. I’m asking you. I’ll do anything you want me to. I’ve got no percentage in hurting the kid. I don’t want that. I just want my job, I want the phone-link, I want to-“

He lost his composure, turned and leaned against the wall until he had gotten his breath.

Hand them all the keys, sweet, that’s right.

Damn stupid.

“You’ve got all that,” Denys said. “Look. You answer Petros’ questions. You try to work this thing out. You were a scared kid yourself. You’re still scared, and I’m terribly afraid all this did you more damage than you’re willing to have known-“

“I can do my job. You said that.”

“That’s not in question. I assure you it’s not. You don’t know who to trust. You think you’re all alone. You’re not. Petros does care. I do. I know, that’s not what you want to hear. But you can come to me if you feel you need help. I’ve told you my conditions. I want your help. I don’t want any accusations against Ari, the project, or the staff.”

”Then keep Petros’ hands off me and Grant. Tell Security to take their damn equipment out. Let me live my life and do my work, that’s all.”

“I want to help you.”

“Then help me! Do what I asked. You’ll get my cooperation. I’m not carrying on a feud. I just want a little peace, Denys. I just want a little peace, after all these years. Have I-ever-done anyone any harm?”

“No.” A pat on his shoulder, on his back. “No. You| haven’t. Never anything. The harm was all against you.”

He turned, leaning against the wall. “Then leave me alone, for God’s sake, let me talk to my father, let me do my work, I’ll be all right, just let me alone and get Security out of my bedroom!”

Denys looked at him a long time. “All right,” he said. “We’ll try that awhile. We’ll try it, at least on the home front. I don’t say we won’t notice who comes and goes through your door. If something looks suspicious they’ll be on you. Not otherwise. I’ll give that order. Just don’t give me any cause to regret it.”

“No, ser,” he said, because it was all he could get out.

Denys left him then.

When he got back to the office Grant met him in the doorway-Grant, scared and silent, asking questions just by being there.

“It’s all right,” he said. “They asked if we meant to do it. I said no. I said some other things. Denys said they were going to get Security off our tails.”

Grant gave him a look that wondered who was listening and who he was playing for.

“No, it’s what he said,” he answered Grant. And shut the door for what privacy they had. He remembered the other thing, the important thing, then, the back and forth of promises and threats like so many hammer-blows, and he leaned on the back of the work-station chair, finding himself short of breath. “He said they were going to let us talk to Jordan.”

“Is that true?” Grant wondered.

That was the thing that threw him off his balance, that they suddenly promised him favors when they had least reason. When they could haul him off to hospital by force and they had just demonstrated that.

Something was going on.

x

“Music,” he told the Minder that night, when they walked in the door. It started the tape at the cutoff point. It reported on calls. There were none. “We’re not popular,” he said to Grant. There was usually at least one, something from the lab, somebody asking about business, who had failed to catch them at the office.

“Ah, human inconstancy.” Grant laid his briefcase on the accustomed table, shed his coat into the closet, and walked over to the sideboard and the liquor cabinet while Justin hung his up. He mixed two drinks and brought them back. “Double for you. Shoes off, feet up, sit. You can use it.”

He sat down, kicked the shoes off, leaned back in the cushions and drank. Whiskey and water, a taste that promised present relief for frayed nerves. He saw Grant with the little plastic slate they used-writing things they dared not say aloud; and Grant wrote:

Do we believe them about dropping the bugging?

Justin shook his head. Set the glass down on the stone rim of me cushioned pit-group and reached for the tablet. We feed them a little disinformation and see if we can catch them.

Back to Grant; a nod. Idea?

To him. Not yet. Thinking.

Grant: I suppose I have to wait till fishfeed to find out what happened.

Himself: Complicated. Dangerous. Petros is going to do interviews with me.

Grant: a disturbed look. Unspoken question.

Himself: They suspect about the flashes.

Grant: underline of word interviews. Question mark.

Himself: Denys said. No probe. Then he added: They’ve realized I have a problem with tape. I’m scared. I’m afraid they were doing a voice-stress. If so, I flunked. Will flunk Petros’ test worse. Long time-I tried to think the flashes were trauma. Now I think maybe a botched-up block: deliberate. Maybe they want me like this.

Grant read it with a frown growing on his face. He wrote with some deliberation. Cleared the slate and tried again. And again. Finally a brief: I think not deliberate block. I think too many probes.

Himself: Then why in hell are we writing notes in our own living room? Triple underlined.

Grant reacted with a little lift of the brows. And wrote: Because anything is possible. But I don’t think deliberate block. Damage. Giraud came in asking questions on top of an intervention Ari was running and hadn’t finished. If that isn’t enough, what is? Whatever Ari did would have been extensive and subtle. She could run an intervention with a single sentence. We know that. Giraud came breaking in and messed something up.

Justin read that and felt the cold go a little deeper. He chewed the stylus a moment and wrote: Giraud had seen the tapes. Giraud knew what she did. Giraud may work more with military psychsets, and that doesn’t reassure me either. They got him that damn Special rating. Politics. Not talent. God knows what he did to me. Or what Petros did.

Grant read and a frown came onto his face. He wrote: I can’t believe it of Petros. Giraud, yes. But Petros is independent.

Himself: I don’t trust him. And I’ve got to face those interviews. They can take me off job. Call me unstable, suspend Alpha license. Transfer you. Whole damn thing over again.

Grant grabbed the slate and wrote, frowning: You’re Jordan’s replicate. If you show talent matching his without psychogenics program at same time they’re running Rubin Project you could call their results into question. Also me. Remember Ari created me from a Special. You and I: possible controls on Project. Is that why Ari wanted us? Is that why Giraud doesn’t?

The thought upset his stomach. I don’t know, he wrote.

Grant: Giraud and Denys run the Project without controls except Rubin himself, and there’s no knowing how honest those results will be. We are inconvenient. Ari wouldn’t ever have worked the way they’re working. Ari used controls, far as you can with human psych. I think she wanted us both.