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  Then Van Klomp had organized a meeting of all those involved… or as he'd said, all those that he could get to admit to it.

  ***

  Mike cleared his throat and began to address what he was privately calling the convocation of conspirators.

  "Right. To bring you all up to speed: As far as we have been able to work out, the fat was never really in the fire until Virginia got loose. We've checked on his call record, and Tesco did phone Talbot Cartup to tell him that Virginia Shaw had showed up at the court and blown the case out of the water. He also told Cartup that she had repudiated the engagement and announced her intent to marry Connolly. Up to that point, we think, sending Connolly to the Korozhet was something Cartup had intended to do when convenient. By using Ginny's proxies the matter had been voted on some two days ago, but Cartup wanted to do it quietly, with minimum publicity. But at the point that Ginny acquired bodyguards he didn't control and was talking loudly to all and sundry as well as the media… well, the only coin around was Connolly."

  Capra cleared his throat. "Connolly was supposed to have escaped from custody, murdering people in the process."

  There was a little uproar in the room. "Yes, that's right," said Mike harshly. "The killing of the guards was planned and premeditated, not just something that happened because Special Branch screwed up the operation."

  Van Klomp murmured something to one of his paratrooper sub-officers. Capra decided to ignore the part of it he overheard. If he wasn't mistaken, the colonel in command of HAR's elite paratrooper unit had just planned and premeditated the destruction of Special Branch. If true, that was in shocking violation of a multitude of laws, but…

  Good riddance, thought Mike to himself, and plowed on.

  "It all makes sense, if you look at it from Cartup's point of view. Virginia had just painted Connolly as a hero. Having him 'escape' and commit murder in the process would make a lot of the rest of her story less believable. They'd also have a valuable hostage to ensure your good behavior, Ms. Shaw. According to Asmal, who has been singing like a bird, Tesco was supposed to take you aside and tell you to shut up or get Connolly back in pieces. Unfortunately for them, the snatch didn't go according to plan. When Tesco saw that one of the MPs was still alive and that the document that the Special Branch police had used to talk their way in had been found, he did a runner."

  "There is a warrant out for his arrest," said the Judge Advocate General, grimly. "And for the arrest of Lieutenant Depardue. I take exception to this kind of corruption in our ranks. I'm going to stamp it out. I'm fairly sure that Major Tana Gainor was at the bottom of all this, but until they are arrested I can't proceed against her. But we'll find them."

  "Only, like Talbot Cartup, they haven't yet been found," said Van Klomp.

  "I don't really care much about these things," said Ginny curtly. "I just want to know what's being done to get Chip back."

  Mike pulled a face. "We're pursuing all the channels, Ms. Shaw. The extradition to the K… Crotchets was definitely extra-legal. But the Crotchets are not being cooperative. They're sitting behind their force shield and not talking to us. As you know, there have been massive protests about this on the streets. Survey data shows that some fifty-seven percent of all Shareholders and ninety-three percent of all Vats disapprove of the Korozhet conduct. They're losing public trust."

  "Which was something we weren't sure how to turn around," said Lynne Stark. "And Corporal Connolly wanted that side of his story told. I held it back."

  "It is still worrying me to see opposition to them so 'in their face' just yet," said Liepsich, with a scowl. "Yes, we're a long way into the soft-cyber programming code. We've got the hang of their electronic self-destruct booby traps. And we've devised an effective way of switching the slowshields on and off at will. We think we've understood, finally, just how the force field is made. But we are no wiser when it comes to cracking it. So: we have a problem. Armed enemies sitting in the middle of our city. There are two potential enemy armies out there-the rats and the bats."

  "Nay. Never!" said Fal righteously

  "Well, hardly ever," amended Doll, scratching where no lady should in public.

  ***

  Ginny had been listening to everything with increasing agitation. Now, she got up and started pacing around. "I've been talking to a lot of people. I've made some arrangements. I have pushed very hard for a Shareholder's meeting. I want to put it to the vote: Either the Crotchets give Chip back, or we declare war on them. Destroy their ship if need be, and take him by force. If I can't get the backing from the Council of Shareholders, I'll go it alone."

  "You'll need more than votes to get inside that ship," said Liepsich dryly.

  "Which is what I want from you," she said, pointing at the scientist.

  "And what will you give me in return?" asked Liepsich.

  Ginny had a feeling she was being tested. "What do you need?"

  "You. Or rather cooperation from you and your soft-cyber," said Liepsich. "What you may not know is that the mop-up team Van Klomp and Judge McCairn organized for your house turned up a lot of interesting materiel. And some interesting people, too. Most of them ran, but some couldn't. Some are still attached to marble slabs. Remind me not to insult you too badly, Shaw. The MPs also brought me this." He held up the mangled remains of the badge that once elicited her cooperation. It was cut and battered.

  "You broke the speaker-circuit. But the rest is in good shape. And to my code-cracker's delight, it's got what he thinks are command strings. And it is definitely a Crotchet-made device."

  Ginny nodded. "You'll have my cooperation, if I have yours, sir. Although I will bring my Super-Glue along."

  "Done," said Liepsich, "and my first act is going to be to fit you with a slowshield. Because someone is bound to want to shoot you soon, at this rate."

  "Then I won't be able to use my chainsaw. And I prefer going on the offensive."

  "No. You won't be able to use it-not unless I fit you with one of my switchable ones. Which is what I plan to do.

  "Now, what about the rest of you?" demanded Liepsich. "What are you going to do?"

  "Interviews with Ginny and you, indicating that Crotchet and Magh' hardware are one and the same," said Lynne Stark.

  "I'll do it, but not yet," said Liepsich.

  "Further moves with the officer 'reconstruction.' I know it sounds trivial," said the Judge Advocate General. "But it cuts right into the heart of the military system. Of course, JAG investigators will continue to look into Connolly's case. I know it is not of immediate importance to you, Ms. Shaw, but dropping all the charges against him before you go to face the board of Shareholders will be ammunition. And I also want those who corrupted justice in my unit. I want them badly. We'll also have to look at the other cases involving these people, notably that of Major Fitzhugh. The level of public anger at the army about all this is threatening to knock the Council off its pedestal. It also gives us the possible opportunity of reorganizing control of the army, which we may just need, soon. If we are to fight the Magh' and the Korozhet simultaneously, that is."

  Capra nodded. "In the meanwhile, Fitz's retrial will go forward, sir?"

  The JAG nodded.

  Capra pointed to the military animals. "We'll want some of you rats and bats to testify. And perhaps, if you could lend me your services to investigate something. There are two witnesses, particularly this man, Mervyn Paype. His testimony in that first mock trial was damning. We need to deal with him…"

  "Indade!" said O'Niel, with a fiendish flash of long white teeth in his black crinkled face. "To be sure. You can leave it to us. The traitorous rogue will be dealt with afore ye can say 'abracadaver.' "

  Mike cringed, knowing his boss was listening. "I must ask you to be circumspect."

  Fal clutched himself. "Surely that's not necessary. That would be the unkindest cut of all."

  "Not that! I meant… careful. Do things correctly."

  Fal clutched even tighter. "I should th
ink so!" he said. " 'Tis not a place to be taking short cuts." He turned on the relaxed-looking Nym. " 'Tis most at ease you are, about such a threat. Or," he sneered, "is it only the private parts of that poxy golf cart that you care about?"

  Nym shook his head disparagingly. "Alack, if only your wits were as wide as your waist, Fal. It's merely the official term for short-arm inspection."

  Fal looked even more puzzled "Why? 'Tis not as if we're going slip the cozening coxcomb the muddy conger."

  Melene snickered. "No, something a little harder, sharper and longer. Soon he'll be a greenery-yallery… foot-in-the-grave young man."

  "Besides," said Doc, thoughtfully, "if we're going to kill him, it wouldn't make any difference if Pistol or Fal gave him the clap first."

  Mike Capra put his head in his hands. He could almost sympathize with that son of a bitch of a prosecuting attorney. "Listen. You can't go and kill the witness."

  The assembled bats and rats looked at him in some puzzlement. "Why not?" asked Melene, finally.

  "Because…" The young attorney realized that he'd have to bring this down to their level. Morality, and the fairness of law, meant little to these creatures. They had no experience of either. "Because if the witness turns up dead, it's as good as an admission of guilt by Fitz. I've got to establish that the man is lying. All I want you to do is to try and find out some background for me. But he has to be able to get into the witness stand for us to establish that he's a liar."

  Eamon crinkled his forehead further with the effort of thinking about that. "Well. I suppose we cannot be kneecapping him either, then. If he has to stand, that is. We could break his elbows, mind."

  "Methinks we could circumspect him!" said Pistol cheerfully, rubbing his paws in anticipation.

  "You can't intimidate or maim the witness either!" begged Mike.

  Fal shook his head in disgust. "Methinks we'll have to resort to slipping him the conger, after all. No wonder you were insisting on us having a short-arm inspection."

  General Needford held his head in hands. His shoulders were shaking slightly. "I foresee that the law," he said unsteadily, "is going to get a lot more complicated. I think I will withdraw as much as possible from this case and leave things to Lieutenant Capra and my friend Ogata."

  Eric Flint

  The Rats, the Bats amp; the Ugly

  Chapter 43

  Eric Flint

  The Rats, the Bats amp; the Ugly

  Places of confinement: initially a clean, neat room with a couple of comfortable issue chairs. Part of the room is barred off.

  Chip Connolly had been sipping a cup of tea that one of the MPs had made for him. He was beginning to relax completely for the first time since he'd been to Shaw House. Ginny was free, and had a chainsaw in her hands, and she had the rats and bats to guard her.

  Then he looked up at the suits that had come into the back room, and realized that his troubles might only just be starting.

  There were four MPs, and, as the case had gone on they'd become increasingly easygoing with their prisoner. By now it was apparent that they, at least, had acquitted him.

  "Excuse me, but only military police personnel are allowed back here," said the sergeant firmly.

  The leader of the suits reached into an inner pocket and took out his badge. "Special Branch," he said. "We've come to collect the prisoner."

  The sergeant blinked. "He's a military prisoner. You can't do that."

  The lead suit pulled out another piece of paper. "Here is my authorization. Signed by Chief Director Asmal and Judge Jurgens. You can't stop us."

  The sergeant took the piece of paper and examined it. "I'd need to talk to Judge McCairn fir-"

  "Sarge!" yelled Chip. "Guns!" He flung the tea, hitting the second suit in the eyes just as the man raised his weapon and fired. The gun had a silencer and made scarcely any noise. The sergeant crumpled, still clutching the piece of paper.

  Then everything happened very fast. Chip tried to retreat, and fell over his forgotten manacles. Then he felt the needle, as he wrestled with one of them. He managed a head-butt and felt a nose crunch. Flaccidity seemed to invade his limbs. He still heard the lead suit say, "Quick. Grab him and let's run. Someone might have heard that shout."

  The rest was blackness.

  ***

  When Chip awoke, the first thing he was aware of was the reek of naphthalene. He tensed. He knew that smell all too well. Korozhet…

  Immediately his mind was filled with warm, fuzzy-nice images. Korozhet were good. Korozhet were kind. Korozhet could do no wrong.

  He tried to sit up and failed; opened his eyes, reluctantly. He was in a small, tall room, metal-walled and racked to the roof with what appeared to be shelves. Metal shelves, about eighteen inches apart, populated by aliens. He was lying on the floor, and a blue-furred alien and a naked woman were leaning over him. This had to be a nightmare. The naked woman was not Virginia.

  He groaned. Then, realized that he too was stark naked.

  "Do you understand English?" the woman asked, in an odd high-pitched voice.

  He nodded, his mouth still too dry to allow him to speak. "Well, at least they didn't mindscrub you. We're taking a chance, but Yetteth says that they don't hear so high. You'll feel better presently when the implant gets a proper nerve interface. It takes a while."

  " 'ater," he managed.

  "There's a wall-nipple," she pointed. "And try to pitch your voice higher."

  Chip struggled to his knees, and to the metal nipple. He sucked at it and was rewarded by some vile-tasting water. It was still very welcome.

  He blinked at the Jampad. He couldn't speak Korozhet-although he knew they were wonderful masters and theirs was the best language in existence-but he'd love to ask the alien just how it had gotten here. Lieutenant Capra had told him that Liepsich had said that it had gotten away from the wonderful Korozhet' s assassination team. Of course, the good masters would never kill anything that wasn't evil. Capra must have been mistaken. Or he, Connolly, must have misheard. The blue-furred creature must have come to its senses and come here, because surely this was place of the masters…

  He wrinkled his forehead with the effort of thinking. Capra had said that the Crotchets had tried to kill the Jampad… what was it doing here? Jampad hated the Crotchets' guts.

  Then it struck him, thinking back to the rats, rats, and Virginia. Crotchets. Think "Crotchets," Chip.

  The rats and bats seemed to be able to think ill of "Crotchets." Chip found, with a little effort, that he could, too. And found he could make a horrible kind of sense of where he was. And now, unlike earlier when he'd thought of the Korozhet, the benign and wonderful creatures, he could hate and fear the Crotchets. Whatever had happened to him since the Specials had snatched him, had also included him getting a soft-cyber chip implanted in his head.

  To think that he'd once mocked "head plastic"! He wondered what download they'd put into his memory. Would he speak Shakespearean English? Or start saying "indade"? Or speaking in the Cervantes-style? Then he realized that none of these were true. He'd only had one language added: Korozhet. And he would be able to think no ill of them. And he would have to obey them. He'd seen how Ginny had struggled merely to speak against them.

  "How did they catch you?" he squeaked, in what he realized was passable Korozhet.

  "They came to our farm one night," said the woman. "Snatched the whole family. I don't think any of the others are alive any more." There was terrible pain in her voice. "But at least I can still remember them, unlike Marie. They took everything from her. Even her name. I named her after my little girl. My daughter died too."

  Chip peered at her. And realized, with horror, that he had seen this face before in a newspaper. She'd not been gaunt and lined in those pictures. And… it had been before the war. Before the Crotchets, or the Magh' had arrived. The disappearance had been blamed on the farm-help.

  "They hung the Vat-kid," he said quietly. "Everyone had thought that he was mad, in
sisting that the family he worked for had been snatched by aliens. They blamed him."

  "Andre?" she said incredulously. "He wouldn't hurt a fly! He couldn't even kill chickens on the farm."

  "And I," said the Jampad in an appallingly mangled English accent, "Soldier of the Kishran water skirmisher was. Our tunnels collapse was. Magh' me captured. You other Jampad met have?" There was a desperate yearning that transcended the alien-ness of the thing.

  Chip nodded. "Yes. One. I thought you were him. Ginny said that he was a pilot in a Jampad starship."

  "Starship? My people starships have not?" The alien was nodding his head, furiously.

  "They did, according to Darleth. He said he was shot down. They killed the rest of the crew, but we freed him from the Magh'."

  "And… he was killed. Here. Masters… speak it."

  Chip shook his head. "He got away, we think."

  The creature rocked and keened softly. At first Chip thought he was distraught. "What's wrong?" he asked.

  "I think it is a sort of prayer," said the woman. "He does it sometimes. Tell me about… Home. Please. I have heard whispers from other humans that there is a war going on out there."

  Imagine not even knowing that! Well, if he was right, she'd been captured long before the war. Before the… Crotchets were supposed to have arrived, in desperate haste, to warn humanity on Harmony and Reason of the approaching Magh' slowship peril. They'd claimed they'd damaged their engines in the race, so they could not move. Ha. "Yeah. We just took a Magh' scorpiary. And I just found out that the Crotchets are behind it."

  "Crotchets?"

  "You know. Fellows like beach balls with a lot of pricks on the outside. They look a lot like our beloved and wonderful Korozhet, but they're different. You can think how bad Crotchets are."

  The woman blinked. "Crotchets," she said experimentally.

  And then with more vehemence "Crotchets!" She sighed. "Why didn't I think of that? It's… it's so obvious."