This Day All Gods Die (70 page)

"Under his control, I used my UMCP credentials to protect him from Com-Mine Security's attempts to investigate Starmaster's disappearance."

The sheep were shocked. Some of them squirmed in their seats. Others hugged themselves with their arms. They hadn't known any of this. Cleatus himself was vague on some of the details: UMCPHQ's reports to Holt about Thermopyle's welding had been suspiciously imprecise. But the brutality of what Morn revealed—

and the strict, strained way she mortified herself by telling it—

kept the votes quiet.

"While Captain Thermopyle and I were on Com-Mine,"

she went on, "he was framed for stealing station supplies. I can testify that he could not have committed that crime. At the time I only knew that he was framed by Captain Nick Succorso. But since then I've been given reason to believe that Captain Succorso was helped by Com-Mine Security Deputy Chief Milos Taverner.

"I'll return to that point in a minute. First I must explain that when Com-Mine Security came to arrest Captain Thermopyle, he tried to get rid of the evidence of his crimes against me. He offered me the control to my zone implant."

Hyland faltered momentarily, then stated, "I took it."

That explains a lot, Cleatus breathed to Holt.

What, exactly? Holt asked.

If she controls her own zone implant, Cleatus replied, she's a goddamn superwoman. No wonder she's still alive.

Holt rejected the idea. That's not enough. Even superwomen don't have force-grown brats in forbidden space and survive. She must have had help.

"I took it," she was saying, "even though I understood its importance as evidence." Even though she was a cop sworn to preserve evidence. "I knew I was helping him avoid a sentence of death. I took it because I needed it. I'd become dependent on my zone implant. I wanted to control it myself.

For that I was willing to let Captain Thermopyle live.

"Then I left Com-Mine with Captain Succorso aboard Captain's Fancy. I believed I had no other choice. Captain Succorso wasn't likely to discover my secret. If I surrendered to Com-Mine Security, they certainly would. And Captain Thermopyle would be killed."

No shit.

"I'm telling you this," she informed the Council, "I'm explaining my own crimes so you'll know how I came by my information."

Hannish had bowed her head, listening hard with her expression hidden by her hair. Cleatus couldn't read her reaction.

He assumed she thought Hyland was some kind of hero.

Before Morn could go on, Manse waved her arm feverishly, demanding a chance to speak. Len glanced at her and nodded, but didn't recognize her. Instead he cleared his throat.

"Please forgive an interruption, Ensign Hyland. There's a point I would like you to clarify.

"According to Director Hannish, you were given to Captain Succorso as payment for his part in framing Captain Thermopyle. But you've just suggested that you went with Captain Succorso voluntarily. How do you—

?"

"One doesn't preclude the other," Hyland cut in: a woman who knew what she was talking about. "Captain Thermopyle's use of my zone implant left me practically insane. I made a whole series of bad decisions. Like joining Captain's Fancy. The UMCP may have asked Com-Mine Security to let me go. They could do that. I was an Enforcement Division ensign. But at the time"—

she meant before the Pre-

empt Act—

"they didn't have the authority to issue orders. If I'd surrendered myself, Com-Mine Security would have been forced to accept jurisdiction.

"I went with Captain Succorso. The UMCP persuaded Com-Mine Security to let me go."

She'd sold herself for the control to her zone implant.

Which may have been the only thing she'd done that made sense to Cleatus. If zone implants weren't so damn illegal, he would have had one wired into his head years ago. As long as no one else could touch the control.

Still Hyland condemned herself with virtually everything she said. That helped.

"Thank you, Ensign," Len murmured. He sounded strangely wounded, as if he could imagine too many of the things she didn't say. "Please go on."

Morn's voice was harsh with static as she resumed.

"Since then I've been told that Captain Succorso and Deputy Chief Taverner were paid by UMCPDA to frame Captain Thermopyle. I'm told that his arrest and conviction served a political purpose for the UMCP. I don't know anything about that. But I am a witness to his innocence of the crime for which he was arrested.

"And I know where to find evidence of Deputy Chief Taverner's involvement with Captain Succorso. A playback of Bright Beauty's datacore will show that Captain Thermopyle had traced a transmission link between Captain's Fancy and the deputy chief."

Cleatus' guts clenched as he relayed this to Holt.

"Aboard Calm Horizons I discovered I was pregnant."

God, the woman was remorseless. "And I met the ship's engineer, Vector Shaheed. Dr. Shaheed is a geneticist. At one time he worked for Intertech in the field of mutagen immunity. He was close to success when his results were suppressed and his research stopped by UMCPDA.

"Captain Succorso confirmed this. He told me that DA had completed Dr. Shaheed's research, and that he, Succorso, had the results in his possession. They were given to him so that he could carry out covert assignments for DA in forbidden space."

That's hearsay, the FEA said into his throat pickup. He would need every lever he could find to shift the weight of Hyland's appalling narrative.

"I have no direct knowledge of the source of the drug."

As if deliberately, she admitted the weaknesses of her story before anyone could challenge them. "But I can vouch for its effectiveness. Because I was pregnant, Captain Succorso took me to Enablement Station in forbidden space, where my un-born child was delivered and force-grown in an Amnion lab.

At the time I observed that Captain Succorso relied on the drug for protection. On another occasion I tested it myself.

When Captain's Fancy reached the bootleg shipyard Billingate, Captain Succorso gave me to the Amnion. They injected me with mutagens. More than once. I remained human because I'd stolen some of the drug, which I used while I was held prisoner.

"I hope this is clear, President Len. I can testify that an effective mutagen immunity drug exists, and that it is currently available to UMCP agents in the name of Data Acquisition."

Too bad it didn't fail, Cleatus commented bitterly.

Damn, Holt murmured in his ear. I never should have let Ward talk me into giving Lebwohl that research.

Len cleared his throat uncomfortably. "It's clear enough, Ensign Hyland. I don't expect you to tell us why Director Dios countenanced this kind of malfeasance." He glanced sidelong at Cleatus. "But I think you have a right to know that so far your story confirms what we've heard from Director Hannish."

Hyland's voice seemed to fade out of the speakers briefly.

When she spoke again, she sounded more distant; weakened by relief. "Thank you, Mr. President. I'm glad to hear that."

Almost at once, however, she recovered her harshness.

"While I was held by the Amnion, Captain Thermopyle and Trumpet reached Billingate. I saw very little of what happened, but I've been told that Deputy Chief Taverner betrayed both Captain Thermopyle and Captain Succorso. I can't testify to that. I only know that Captain Thermopyle rescued me from the Amnion. He rescued my son, Davies Hyland, from the Billingate authorities. We were joined by Captain Succorso and Vector Shaheed, as well as by three more of Captain's Fancy's crew, Sib Mackern, Mikka Vasaczk, and Ciro Vasaczk. Together we escaped forbidden space during the destruction of Billingate.

"Later 1 learned that Captain Thermopyle had been reqqed by UMCPDA after his arrest and made into a cyborg. I can vouch for this also. I've seen his datacore."

What? Cleatus wanted to demand. Seen his datacore?

How?

"He was given zone implants," she pronounced darkly.

"He was controlled by a computer. In that condition, the UMCP sent him to destroy Billingate and rescue me."

She's lying, Cleatus panted to Holt. Must be. Dios had orders—

Seen his datacore?

No, Holt retorted. It's true. Just for an instant his concentration cracked. Ward did this. Then he recovered. Norna warned me, but I didn't guess what she meant.

Perfect! Cleatus snorted to himself. Dios' treachery went that far back. My God, he'd planned for all this!

Hannish's reactions no longer comforted him. He didn't care that she, too, hadn't expected Hyland to actually see Thermopyle's datacore.

Morn hadn't stopped. Ignoring the effects of her information, she plowed fatally ahead.

"But I guess his programming wasn't adequate to manage him after his mission succeeded. It's probably impossible to write instruction-sets to cover every eventuality indefinitely.

For a while he was left free to make some of his own decisions.

"At my urging, and Dr. Shaheed's, he took us to Massif-5. We hoped Deaner Beckmann's bootleg lab would allow Vector to analyze Captain Succorso's antimutagen. Our intention was to discover the formula and make it public.

"Suppressing an effective mutagen immunity drug," she explained grimly, "is a crime against all humankind, and we meant to put a stop to it."

Put a stop—

? The woman's arrogance left Cleatus gasping.

Earlier Hannish had reported, When Trumpet emerged from the swarm, she came out broadcasting the formula for the drug. But she hadn't said why. Apparently she hadn't known.

As she listened to Hyland now, her eyes shone with admira-tion.

But Hyland was angry. Her voice sawed across the static, driven by outrage.

"Unfortunately we were overtaken by a transmission from UMCPHQ, relayed to us by UMCP cruiser Punisher and ED director Min Donner. It gave the priority-codes which controlled Captain Thermopyle to Nick Succorso."

As Holt had ordered. To that extent, at least, Donner had kept her insubordination to herself.

What went wrong?

"This is important, President Len," Morn insisted fiercely. "Captain Thermopyle was a UMCP cyborg. In some ways he'd been set free. Nevertheless underlying UMCP restrictions and priorities still ruled him.

"That transmission took away the last of his volition. He became Captain Succorso's puppet."

She paused; may have been trying to calm herself. Cleatus had time to wonder why she seemed so loyal to Thermopyle. Had she fallen in love with the murdering sonofabitch? More likely she was addicted to his particular brand of abuse.

When she continued, her tone held less violence. Instead she sounded tired to the bone; vulnerable to the cold dark implied by the speakers.

"Captain Succorso now commanded the ship. And he had no intention of releasing the antimutagen. He made that obvious. He wanted the formula, but he wanted it for himself.

"Fortunately there were other intentions at work as well.

We learned later that the same transmission which betrayed Angus to Nick also issued new programming to his datacore."

Cleatus held his breath.

"When Captain Succorso and Vector Shaheed left the ship to use Deaner Beckmann's lab, that new programming caused Angus -to reveal his priority-codes. For reasons we didn't understand, Davies and I were given the means to resist Nick."

There! Cleatus thought. Black murder filled his head.

That's how Dios did it. Even when he followed orders, he undermined them. And now terrible possibilities loomed overhead, straining to be born.

The votes may have been too stupid to grasp the implications; but Cleatus didn't miss them.

Dios wanted this. He made it happen.

Despite the force of that insight, however, Hyland's next words shocked the FEA.

"We didn't use them," she reported brusquely. "Instead Davies and I cut out Captain Thermopyle's datacore and let him reprogram it to block his priority-codes."

Cleatus was too scared to contain himself. Blaring indignation, he shouted, "You what?"

Len whirled to face him. "Mr. Fane, this is your last warning!" the President barked. "Deputy Chief Ing, if the FEA speaks out of turn again, don't hesitate. Remove him."

"Yes, sir, Mr. President." Ing sounded eager.

Fuming, Cleatus closed his mouth. But he left his demand hanging in the air. Good God! he protested to Holt. She's even more dangerous than I thought.

In disgust Holt muttered, Ward's been so goddamn busy rubbing the lamp he didn't notice it wasn't a genie coming out. It's a fucking nightmare.

With a final glare at Cleatus, Len turned away.

"Ensign Hyland," he said apologetically, "that was Cleatus Fane, First Executive Assistant to Holt Fasner."

"I know the name." The sound of knives filled Hyland's voice. "Mr. Fane, I've been the victim of a zone implant. I won't treat another human being that way. No matter who he is. Suppressing an antimutagen is a crime. So is welding illegals. I'll do anything I can to stop it."

No question about it: the woman was an addict.

Vertigus raised a weak fist in approval. Hannish touched her palms together as if she wanted to clap. But neither of them spoke. Apparently they didn't want to risk exasperating Len further.

"I understand, Ensign," Len sighed weakly. "Please go on."

Hyland paused for several heartbeats—

so long that Cle-

atus wondered whether she'd given up. But then she returned.

"I'm almost done.

"When Dr. Shaheed finished analyzing the drug, Davies and I made Captain Succorso prisoner, and we left the lab. But then we found both Punisher and Calm Horizons waiting for us. Punisher covered us while we escaped across the gap.

Later both our gap and thrust drives failed, and Punisher was able to catch up with us. We joined ship and returned here.

"If you want to ask questions," she finished, "do it fast.

We have fifty-six minutes left. I need the time."

Cleatus Fane desperately wanted to know what she needed the time for. He understood too well how Holt might use it.