When Diplomacy Fails . . . (26 page)

They moved quickly and quietly, each carrying a basic box, bag or case with supplies. They had field rations, bottled water, lots of ammo, basic weapons and two big support weapons. It didn’t seem like enough to start a battle with, much less win one.

That’s why Elke had her toys ready.

Shaman was already curbside, climbing into the van in the cool morning air. Elke checked conditions. It should remain dry.

There was a momentary but tense mixup, since Highland had to be in the middle for best protection and bailout. She was flanked by Bart and Jason. Aramis and Elke were up front. That left Alex and Shaman to squeeze into a rear already stuffed with gear.

Elke pulled smoothly into traffic, got onto the thoroughfare, crossed one major intersection and turned into another quiet area.

“Aramis and I are to be seen as a couple. Jason, switch with me and drive. Aramis has directions.”

“Understood.”

They got out, walked rather than ran, and were still back inside in under three seconds. Jason pulled out faster than Elke had, and nodded as Aramis pointed.

“You will come back here afterward,” she said and pointed. “At the house, we can all load stuff inside, then most of you will leave with the van, and return with a load of furniture.”

“Perfect.”

“That’s very clever,” Highland said.

Alex said, “Thank you. We’ve had a lot of practice at evasion.”

“I can see where a lot of incidental expenses go.”

“Yes. We’re more flexible than official agencies. That costs money at times.”

Bart and Shaman remained because of their distinctive appearances. Alex stayed with the principal. The rest went out to get furniture. They chattered a bit as they left, to keep attention on themselves.

Bart moved quickly, placing blinds and curtains. Alex laid out weapons and ammo where they could be reached in a hurry, in several locations. Any intrusion would mean a retreat to the hard center of the domicile, and hopefully Elke would be on hand at that point, to dissuade people.

Highland actually sat quietly. She fidgeted and twitched, but didn’t interfere. Nor did she offer to help.

When the “movers” returned, they also brought food. Jason took a box into the kitchen and started tossing stuff onto the counter.

“We have fresh ingredients. Salad and fruit and sautéed beef to follow.”

To Highland’s glance, Alex said, “Jason believes he’s the best cook here. He believes that because he’s demonstrated it repeatedly. We just help with cleanup and perimeter security while he does.”

In three clunky trips, furniture came through the door and was set to barricade and cordon the rear and one of the windows. Out of the drawers came clothes, weapons, ammo and assorted supplies. That done, Jason went back to the kitchen.

Shortly, he came out with bowls of salad, two at a time. It was an interesting dish, Alex thought. Romaine hearts supported wedges of tomato and apple, and were surrounded by cucumber, goat cheese, chicken and scallions. Fat olives stuffed with garlic, and pepperoncinis garnished it, under grated ginger, ground pepper and a drizzle of oil and vinegar.

Alex wasn’t a salad person, but it was refreshing, especially after field rats and the scavenged canned stuff they’d had the last day.

By the time he’d finished, Jason had placed a thick roll of pita in front of him stuffed with sautéed shaved paper-thin sirloin with mushrooms, onions and slivered almonds. There were eight liters of raspberry juice to sluice it down with.

“Ah, that’s good. I’m ready to sleep or fight. What’s our status?”

Shaman said, “Ms. Highland is reported kidnapped, speculation pointing at us or some ‘right wing faction.’ There’s lots of human interest stories by her supporters.” He turned to face her. “So, ma’am, your popularity is benefiting from this.”

“Excellent,” she said. “I’m glad their plot is working against them.”

Alex said, “Unfortunately, it makes it more worthwhile for them to find a way to eliminate you and blame either us or some faction. As we’ve been portrayed as several kinds of puppy-abusing sociopath, if they can hit you, they can blame us. Our lawyers can probably save us, at a cost of tens of millions, but you’d still be dead. By then, of course, it will no longer be news and no one will care.”

Highland looked shocked, and attentive. She finally seemed to be grasping her actual place in things, far below the lofty station she’d assigned herself. She wanted to be SecGen, but that carried a huge tag in risk and outlay. She probably had the outlay. She had to pay the risk.

Next to him, Elke sighed slightly. It sounded creepily sexual. She must be thinking of explosive again.

Highland almost shivered.

“I hadn’t expected this level of treachery. I’m loyal to the party. I’d hoped they’d be loyal to me.”

Given her own backstabbing tendencies to anyone and everyone in her path, it hardly seemed surprising she’d be regarded as a threat. No doubt she thought her own goals those of the party, and they might even intersect, but she wasn’t the Equality Party Committee. They’d probably even tried polite measures, and found her oblivious.

Well, people had tried to kill them before. Though usually, not multiple professional and freelance factions combined.

Alex didn’t think he was going to rest well.

Shaman continued, “The search continues for Minister Highland. All the latest gear is being used, and it is hoped her biometrics or personal gear will be traced soon.”

Alex felt a shiver.

“Can we do anything about that transponder?” he asked. “Lead vest, Faraday cage?”

Jason said, “We can make a mesh vest easily enough, for her to wear under her coat. It won’t be a hundred percent, but it will certainly help. I don’t think we have time to figure out how to spoof it.”

“Do it. Even if it only reduces detectable range.”

Elke said, “I’m going to reconfigure some charges as well. I’ll do her vest first.”

“Ms. Highland, you need to try to rest. So do you, Jessie. Everyone else on shift rotations.”

He was going to enforce it, too, even on himself. They were all wired, tense and determined to hardball it, but they needed rest or they’d be ineffective.

Jason looked at him, and said, “You first. I’m up.”

He nodded. Jason’s schedule was all messed up with having a different clock at home than Earth, and that different from here. There was some sense to the military staying on Earth’s clock. Unfortunately, they couldn’t.

He sprawled in the corner on a pile of crushed boxes. They were reasonably comfortable, he placed his carbine over his lap, and closed his eyes.

CHAPTER 22

HORACE TOOK WATCH WITH JASON
. He’d rest, but he wanted to be sure of the others first.

Aramis presented functional. The man was resilient, and action kept him busy, which seemed to help. He had paper maps and scales, saved files of routes from street and air, drawing implements in hands, and a carbine across his knees.

Elke and Jason each took a piece of mesh and sewed wire along seams. Then Jason finished while Elke prepped charges in the kitchen, turning the stove and sink into an explosive lab. Her mental health was not in doubt. Intensely focused, asocial, very high functioning sociopath.

“Ms. Highland, I need to measure you.”

“Oh, yes.”

Highland was a bundle of live wires. This was far outside her experience and background, which was common for them, and anticipated. He wasn’t going to tranquilize her unless necessary, because it would be necessary, and he neither wanted to overdo it, mess up her metabolism, or create paranoia.

Jason held up the vest, and said, “Arms apart, stand straight.” It fit against her well enough.

“You’ll need to try it on, please. Be careful, it’s not strong, and it may be a bit scratchy.”

She nodded. Her expression was blank but showed comprehension. He held it as she skinned into it. It was loose, but covered her from collar to waist.

“You need to leave it on. You can wear clothing under or over or both, but that will offer shielding from scans.”

“How effective?” she asked.

“I can’t say. Better than nothing, but not perfect.”

Alex was asleep, sprawled but with a faint tension of readiness. That should be addressed. The stress was getting to him.

Bart looked relaxed enough, though that sleeping angle was going to lead to muscle spasms. He was half on a chair, half leaned over the table, jaw in hand, gun in other hand.

Jason said, “We’re done, ma’am, go rest. Just keep it on.”

Highland nodded and said, “Bathroom first. Excuse me.” She moved tight-legged. Yes, it had been several hours for all of them.

JessieM spent a few minutes rolling up the hidden hood of her knitted brynj, and adjusting pillows. She made two spots, one for her, one for Highland. The location put a chair directly between them and the back door. That was either tactically smart or cautious.

Horace felt a wave of fatigue wash over him. He was reaching his own limit. Elke came through, very carefully laid out her weapons and kit for fast recovery, leaned into the wall with her knees up, and passed out. Highland came back through, crawled down next to JessieM in a most undignified fashion, and tossed a bit while going to sleep.

His own fatigue crushed him down as Jason said, “You’re down. I’ll wake Aramis for a bit.”

“Thanks,” he muttered, and leaned against the couch.

Jason’s taskings kept him in the house, without a window for fresh air. They needed to minimize traceable pheromones.

Elke and Aramis made several forays for food, clothing and general supplies.

“We have enough weapons for now,” Alex said. “We need support gear, rations and camouflage.”

The news loads were all about Highland’s “disappearance and suspected abduction.” Jason followed several threads and compiled a chart. The next morning he had a good cross section.

“I actually like what I see here,” he said.

“So do I,” Alex said behind him. “Please elaborate.”

“Certainly. First, we’re only one possible suspect. There are also respected authorities, and commentators who shouldn’t be respected but are anyway, blaming the administration, the military, Huble and the Amala, as well as some of the Shia and the Faithful of The One True God sect of Christians. It appears Ms. Highland’s Mtali Assistant for Development is following all leads at once.”

She muttered loudly, “Ferin never could find his ass with both hands. He just does what he’s told and smiles vacuously. He’s also not my assistant, he’s a third-tier functionary. At least Jaekel is on Earth, keeping things stable.”

Jason continued, “The good news for Ms. Highland is that this is creating a surge in popularity, over the needed mark. Of course, that also means at this point, any hostiles will simply go for her demise, and try to blame anyone, probably us, for it.”

Alex said, “We need to identify who, and we don’t have the intel resources we need to do so.”

“So we get them all fighting and see who issues what releases first, or who tips their hand.”

Alex said, “Ms. Highland?”

She raised her eyebrows. “Obviously, I’m thrilled at the boost in numbers. Without any political talk, it shows that I do have a good image, and yes, I can see why that would be a threat. Hunter wouldn’t have the means to stop me. That idiot Cruk is both slimy and vicious enough to do so. He’s really not very bright himself, but his cabinet and many of the ambassadors put him in so they could get their positions, junkets and graft. That’s been covered in the news, and no one with a brain disputes it.”

She paused. “I won’t say I’ve never taken favors. It’s part of politics. But this man’s a petty Czech thug who’s been set up to be nothing but a graft nexus. They want him in place.”

Jason was bemused. “And you didn’t think they’d kill over that?”

“No,” she said. “I didn’t think they’d kill
me
over that. I do have a large following, visibility, and security.”

“They set us up so they could take us down with you.”

Bart asked, “I would like to know why Corporate let us take this mission.”

Alex said, “Because if we pull it off we’ll be untouchable. If we die, we die protecting a major persona, and I expect there are ways to expose the source. I have all our recordings, for example.”

Meyer may also have planned to use that information as blackmail
. He wasn’t going to say that in public. It was easy enough to figure out, however. Highland had been in BuState since the debacle with Bishwanath. She’d just taken over the reins about that time. So she very well might have been involved in trying to off him, or at least in profiting from it. Dirt over her would be very useful if she were elected.

Jason said, “Well, we know where everyone stands. The local threats are no longer significant. Bart?”

“I concur,” he said. “We can easily avoid or overwhelm the locals. The relevant threat is some agency under orders from New York.”

“Agency?” Highland asked.

Bart said, “I have trouble with English at times. I mean an agent, an actor, under their orders. It may or may not be an actual agency.”

Aramis said, “I suspect it would be. It’s much easier for them to bring gear in.”

Elke said, “Didn’t someone bring in that crate of gear two weeks ago? It was immediately out the gate and we were told not to worry about it.”

Alex said, “That was BuIntel . . . who have all kinds of shady connections.”

“Equipping local hires?” Shaman asked. “Or doing it themselves?”

“Too obvious themselves,” Alex said. “But just in case, we’ll plan accordingly.”

He addressed them all.

“Is everyone rested? Cleaned? Latrined? Fed? Stocked with ammo, batteries, fresh phones?” He pointed and said, “JessieM has two units prepped. We have maps,” he nodded to Aramis. “We’re going to create a riot, and . . .”

It suddenly came to him.

“Jessie, we want Ms. Highland’s
supporters
to demand she have Special Service protection, that her electability has reached that point. It doesn’t matter that she has BuState personnel and us merc types, she deserves and must have official escorts.”

Jason grinned. “I like it.” If the SpecServ had control, they’d have to take the bite on anything happening to her. It would be too obvious it was action from within. It also meant acknowledging she was a challenge at caucus for the serving SecGen. So Cruk would be admitting her status and protecting her.

Hypothetically, it was possible to arrange a hit then try to spread the blame around to other agencies, since during the transition, SpecServ, Ripple Creek, BuState Security Directorate and the military would all be milling about. But it would still generate suspicion, and it would be much safer to run an actual election, no matter how crooked.

God, I’m glad I moved off Earth
, he thought to himself. There was corruption everywhere, but even Salin had nothing on Earth.

Alex concluded, “And we pass off the ball amid a massive scrum, bow politely, and leave the hostiles wondering.”

Elke said, “Does this mean I can blow things up?”

“Anything hostile, obstructing us, or that makes a nice video for the news.”

“Always with the restrictions,” she sighed. “But I’m in.”

Shaman said, “You didn’t ask me, but I have a full trauma bag and enough painkillers to turn a hippopotamus’s toes up. I suspect we may need it.”

Highland was wide-eyed again, but give her credit, the trembles didn’t show in her face, nor did she object. She was a world-class bitch, but she did have guts.

After a moment’s pause, Alex said, “Okay, we’re out of here,” and pointed to the door.

Highland moved okay for a civilian. JessieM was faster. They were still the lag factor on the rest of the team.

“Elke,” he said, “this building is not to conveniently explode after we leave.”

“It’s not full of hostiles,” she said. “Why would I waste explosive?”

“Just so we’re clear. Everyone has water, food bars, a small pack, and we have two rucks of big stuff for backup, plus medical, the jump harness and extra guns.” He checked off and pointed as he counted.

Probably someone noticed them all piling into the car, meant for five, jammed with eight plus gear. It wasn’t likely anyone would tag them as Highland’s contingent, but only as one more factional group of many. Without knowing whom they represented, most people would leave them entirely alone.

Aramis navigated by memory. He really did excel at it. When they first formed the team, he’d been just an expendable grunt with an attitude. Brave, tough, but irritating and just muscle. He’d matured, improved and become a crack pathfinder.

“Destination is fifteen kilometers generally northeast,” he said. “Take any route north to Peace of the Prophet Way, then west. Yes, I said west. We have to go around one of those stupid peace walls.” The glance he shot over his shoulder seemed to be a dare to Highland to argue. She didn’t.

Bart drove, partly because he was the best in civilian vehicles, partly because he wouldn’t fit anywhere else, nor could anyone sit on his lap without being crushed. He was laconic as always, but took Aramis’s directions and moved them smoothly. It was still most of a half hour before they neared the coordinates Aramis provided. The roads were that messed up. This hole wasn’t colonial. It was a dump.

Aramis said, “This is the right area. We’re going to need to debark, get seen, then depart before we get too much attention. Do we want to keep this same vehicle?”

Alex said, “If it works, we’ll use it. If we see something better we’ll take it.”

Shaman said, “I see a very nice church van. On the one hand, opposition groups will be more likely to shoot at it. On the other hand, they can’t shoot very well, and the allied groups will avoid shooting at it, and will act to defend it.”

Alex said, “On yet the other hand, it’s fine transport and I don’t care what the locals think. Jason, steal the church bus.”

“On it. Elke, I need a distraction.”

Bart braked to a stop right alongside the van. Jason kicked the door, Elke bounced off his lap, he followed. She jammed something into her detonator coder and tossed it, and it erupted in a drumroll of squibs.

The locals didn’t stick around to determine if it was actual gunfire or not. A woman in a long black robe and hood, with four kids in tow, snatched up two and shuffled quickly for a doorway as the other two kids hung onto her robe, just as Ripple Creek taught its principals to do. In moments the area was clear.

Jason jammed a wedging bar into the door and heaved. Since they didn’t care if the vehicle survived the ordeal, they didn’t worry about cosmetic damage, and a sheet plastic door was cosmetic. It wouldn’t stop any fire, so it wasn’t a concern.

Once he had the door open, Alex shoved Highland off Shaman’s lap.

“Move, ma’am, now!” he said. Aramis unassed from the front, tossing JessieM ahead of him. Bart kicked out of his door and Alex came last.

Elke’s ass protruded from under the dash, but in moments she’d completely bypassed the control module with a universal one of her own. Most of the instruments probably wouldn’t read, but all they cared about were wheels and motor.

Or in this case, engine. Diesel engines were easier than most modern electric drives, and that’s what it had. Still, it rumbled and farted to life and Jason looked for instructions.

“. . . six, seven, eight, roll,” Alex ordered. Eight including Jessie? Yes, eight. Good.

Aramis said, “As we head south, we want to draw some attention to ourselves.”

Alex said, “Everyone loves a parade. Let’s wake them up.”

Elke fumbled with her window, it didn’t open; she raised her carbine butt and cracked the plastic out of the frame, then she reversed it, fired a burst across a building, and tossed out something that flared incendiary bright for a few seconds, then screamed and banged.

“Drive slowly,” she suggested.

Nothing happened for two minutes, but just as they hit that tick, two vehicles fell in behind and the occupants started shooting at them, badly of course. A pedestrian fell clutching at his leg, and one round punched obliquely through the roof.

“Don’t stop them,” Alex said. “We want to be followed.”

“Just roll the dice,” Shaman said.

He grunted. Enough bullets in the air meant someone getting hit sooner or later.

“Jessie, now churp the location we left.”

“The condo?”

“Yes.”

“Found condo on west central side, but must leave soon. All supporters meet us . . . where?”

“Where we stole the van would work fine.”

Highland asked, “Are you trying to kill my supporters?”

“No, ma’am. Any threats will beat them to that location and anyone smart will avoid the resultant firefight.”