September 4, 2768
Planetary Surveillance Command HQ, Fort Lewis
North America, Terra
Empire of Amaris (Terran Hegemony)
Saul did not look up from his desk at the sound of the knock on the door of his office. “Come!†he snarled, as he continued trying to compose yet the latest report to Internal Security on the progress being made against insurgents world-wide—and why the satellite system was proving relatively ineffective at locating them. He snorted in derision—as if the network had been built to track small bands of guerillas in the first place. They were damned lucky that they got half the information Planetary Surveillance sent their way; especially since more often than not they screwed up on their end.
Of course, Saul thought with a smile, part of that might be that he was skewing the data in a manner designed to bleed IntSec white.
“Major, sir,†he heard Zach’s voice, and Saul set down his pen and looked up. “I have finished analyzing those insurgent attack patterns you requested,†the young man said very deliberately.
Saul nodded, and drew in a deep breath. “Close the door, Senior Chief, and take a seat,†he said as he opened a desk drawer and removed a device, rapidly attaching leads to his phone, and then pressing two buttons. A green light appeared, blinked three times and began to steadily glow. A countdown timer appeared on a small display, starting at 3:00 and began to wind steadily down.
“All right Zack, all their bugs will hear now is that recording—what is the emergency?â€
“I think you need to see this, sir,†the techno-geek said quietly. “My trojans and sleepers intercepted it this morning—and it ain’t good, sir.â€
Zach passed a secure data-pad across the desk, one with the network function permanently disabled—removed as a matter of fact. Saul frowned and scanned the pad, his face going white with shock. He began to look at the information more closely, but then deliberately saved the data—Zach already had, but it never hurt to be extra-safe, not with this—and set down the pad. He leaned back in his chair and took a second to think.
Finally, he nodded as he made his decision. Before now, everything had been deniable, but once he passed this on he would be past the point of no return. So be it, he thought.
“Thank you, Zach. Signal Olds and Ghost—though the secure system you set up—that we all need to meet ASAP.†He glanced at the timer, and it was steadily counting down: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, and then the green light went out.
“Well, it’s not what IntSec was hoping for, Senior Chief, but it’s better than nothing. At least we know they are not operating in any recognizable pattern. Good work, is there anything else?â€
“No, sir.â€
“Dismissed.â€
September 5, 2768
The Red Light Brothel, Greenwood
North America, Terra
Empire of Amaris (Terran Hegemony)
Saul looked over the selection of scantily clad women—and several young men—with an approving eye as he and Zach stood in the center of the reception room of the whorehouse. You are here on business, he told himself sternly, and not this kind of monkey business—but he smiled as he thought that.
The madam approached the pair. “Welcome, gentlemen. How may we serve you, tonight?â€
“I have an appointment with Danielle, ma’am. The name is Weiling.â€
The madam nodded. “Of course, Mr. Weiling, everything is prepared. Is it his first time?†she asked nodding at Zach.
“Yes,†Saul smirked, actually enjoying Zach’s discomfiture. “I thought I would reward the Senior Chief for his hard work over the past few weeks—and I have heard that Danielle is perfect for teaching the young and inexperienced.â€
“Oh, but she is, Mister Weiling. This way, if you please.â€
The two Rim soldiers were lead through a bewildering labyrinth of hallways and doors, until they arrived before a stout wooden door. “She is inside, Mister Weiling—enjoy the bar in the suite, while Danielle takes care of your friend in one of the adjourning rooms.â€
“My thanks,†Saul said as he pressed a handful of bills into the woman’s outstretched hand. He knocked on the door and carefully opened it, squeezing inside after it stopped half way, with Zach following behind him.
Vince closed the door behind the pair, throwing the bolt closed, and Saul nodded at Liz and Malachi as he crossed the room to the bar and poured himself a tall glass of scotch.
“Well, Major, here we are,†said Liz as she sipped on a club soda. Malachi had an open beer is his—and Bernie, like his twin Vince, held nothing other than a sub-machine gun.
Saul sat down and pointed Zach to the last remaining free chair, where he sat as well. “Show them, Zach,†he said glumly.
The surveillance tech pulled two data chips from his pocket and passed them across to Liz and Malachi, who loaded them into their own data-pads. And Liz gaped in shock, while Malachi simply said, “Holy shit.â€
Saul waited as they paged down, and down, and down, until finally both finished reading the documents and set their data-pads down, as if they were radioactive. And then he nodded.
“It is not the actual operations order, at least, but whoever summarized did a damn fine job of including the details of when and where the landing zones are. Plus the troop strength, plus their distraction and diversion attacks—the whole ball game is right there, people. Kerensky has designated it as Operation Ragnarok.â€
“How the hell did you get this, Saul!†snapped Liz.
“Tell them Zach, and explain to them why you are leaving with Liz tonight,†Saul answered as he took another deep pull of the whiskey.
“Well, I forged an order for Internal Security to tap and download all computer, voice, and video communications and information at the Imperial Palace.â€
“YOU WHAT!†shouted Malachi as he came out of his chair. “Are you insane, Zach?â€
Liz just stared at the young man, who looked down at the floor.
“It was an internal order, eyes-only IntSec, and I made it look as if it was sent by von Strang. No one in IntSec is going to question that—and the order explicitly said that the Emperor had ordered a backup off-site storage of the data. But I put a back door into the server specified four months ago, so I could read any of the data without leaving a footprint.â€
“And I routed my access through three different satellites and sixteen cities—I don’t think they could trace me, even if they found it.â€
“You don’t think they could trace . . .†Malachi sat down his beer, and then he walked to be bar and came back with a bottle of vodka. He shook his head and chuckled—almost hysterically, in fact. “Mama wanted me to be a cook, well, she’s gonna see me in the kitchen before I die, because, boy, von Strang and fat-boy are gonna boil my ass in oil if they discover this!â€
Liz held up her hand. “What’s done is done, Mal. I am more concerned about what this means for the SLDF. Amaris is pulling the majority of his troops home—and massing them in the landing zones. This will be a slaughter, even before the Regular Army exits its DropShips.â€
“Yeah, they’ll lose a hundred percent of the first two or three waves—probably three-quarters of the follow-on, if they don’t abort early. Which will leave Kerensky in orbit, with no choice but to bombard, which means we are all royally screwed,†Mal said glumly. “I’ll probably freeze to death during the nuclear winter afterwards, unless my battalion is in the target zone of those battleships, in which case I’m human popcorn.â€
“Not necessarily,†Saul said reluctantly. “We may have a way to get the information off Terra and to the General.â€
Liz stared at Saul for several seconds. “I sense a but coming here,†she said.
And Saul nodded in agreement. “Last week, IntSec captured one of the last living Blackhearts still on Terra. He is being held at the penitentiary at Walla Walla until his execution, which is scheduled for the Friday—three days from now. If anyone has a way to get past Amaris security and get off-world, it is the Shadow.â€
“You cannot be serious, Saul. You are talking about breaking the Shadow out of a maximum security IntSec facility—with less than seventy-two hours to plan the op. It can’t be done!â€
“Yes it can, Captain Olds. Your orders are for you and your company to reinforce IntSec at Walla Walla, Mal; you and an attached company of light infantry under Liz. I had Zach print out another forgery with von Strang’s signature, so they shouldn’t be questioned—all of the papers are in order. Once there, you will eliminate the guards and get the Shadow clear, and find out if he does have any means of getting this information off the planet. Understand this, Mal, you are out in the cold after this—you and your troops both. You’ll have to ditch your ‘Mechs and extricate on foot with Liz.â€
“Planetary Surveillance will be able to track us in minutes, Saul. It can’t be done,†Mal said again.
And nodded his head once more, finishing the tall glass. “Leave that to me. It’s time to go all in, and I haven’t come this far to back out now. Besides, I’ve always wanted to send my bosses and esteemed colleagues to hell—now is as good a time as any.â€
Liz closed her eyes. “You know you can’t let yourself be taken, Saul.â€
“I know, that’s why the belt has ten kilos of plastique in it, Liz. Trust me; Planetary Surveillance will not be a factor.â€