Julia observed them glimmer in the raw sunlight with a feeling of sad resentment. How little the politicians change. Watching you watching me; the old Cold War slogan resurrected and given fresh respectability. It was bandied about quite a lot on the current affairs 'casts these days. Pure governmental machismo.

As well as the capability to attack other systems in geosynchronous orbit the high-orbit platforms could also launch an assault on New London. She had seen confidential intelligence assessments about New London and the other four asteroids currently being manoeuvred into Earth orbit. Military intelligence was always defined in terms of potential, and what was worrying the generals was the sheer mass of rock available: enough to flatten every city on the planet a thousand times over if it was ever flung down.

Potential.

Possible threat.

Theoretical capability.

I was right not to warn the government about Royan's alien.

Superimpose Radar Return.

Two stars turned red, and the 'ware assigned them five-digit codes, followed by velocity readings, size, and projected course vectors.

NEGATIVE TRANSPONDER RESPONSE, the Falcon's 'ware reported, printing it over the image.

"They don't want us to know who they are," Maria said.

Exit Falcon Command Circuitry.

Julia looked over at Victor. "Coincidence?" she asked archly.

"There's no need to get nasty. The question is, which two?"

"Clifford Jepson and Leol Reiger are tied in together, so one of them has to be carrying Reiger. Whether Clifford would come up with him, I don't know. He was pretty desperate for that generator data."

"I'm not having Reiger inside New London," Victor said flatly.

"No," she agreed. "Maria, can I have a communication channel to Sean Francis, please."

Maria unclipped a handset from her chair, and handed it back to Julia.

"Yes, ma'am?" Sean Francis said.

"There are two spaceplanes on a rendezvous trajectory with New London."

"Yes, we know. We've been tracking them."

"Open a datalink to them, and order them to stop outside your flight-control zone. If they come inside, use the defence systems to kill them. Under no circumstances are either of them to dock with New London."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good enough?" she asked Victor.

"Yes. I wish we could find out if Reiger really is on board one of them."

"Not without X-ray sight."

"Can you get an ident on the type of craft?" Victor asked Maria.

"I'll run a comparison program on the nearest, see what the 'ware's best guess is. But the furthest one is well outside sensor definition range."

The handset bleeped.

"Yes?" Julia asked.

"No reply, I'm afraid," Sean Francis said.

"Put the message on repeat, and keep sending it until they violate New London's flight-control zone."

"Yes, ma'am."

"No good," Maria said. "It's jamming the sensors. I can't burn through their ECM at this range."

"Well, that confirms they aren't legitimate," Victor said mordantly.

"Yes, there is that," Julia said. But it did clear up a lingering doubt about ordering Sean Francis to use New London's defences.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

There was more to Julia's cautious walk than the one-third gravity field. Victor knew her well enough to see how shaken she was by the two unidentified space-planes following them up to New London. By now every major player would know the alien was in the asteroid. Isolating New London bought Julia some time, but there was the question of what the opposition would do next.

The confined titanium airlock tube gave way to the VIP reception room; noise, light, smells, and people registered again. It was a sharp transition from the isolation of the Falcon's cabin. Sean Francis, Lloyd McDonald, and three hardline bodyguards were waiting for them.

"Are you all right, ma'am?" Sean Francis asked. He was even more hyper than usual, pale and anxious.

"Yes, thank you, Sean." Julia gave him a tired little smile.

"What are the spaceplanes doing now?" Victor asked Lloyd McDonald.

"The first one altered its trajectory as soon as our target acquisition radars burned through its ECM and locked on. It matched orbits with New London, and it's holding station five and a half thousand kilometres ahead of us. Outside the defence perimeter, you'll note. We identified the model as an Alenia COV-325; so with its capacity it could be carrying up to thirty hardliners. The second spaceplane is fifteen thousand kilometres out, and closing. And just to add to the situation: all five Strategic Defence networks placed their geostationary platforms on amber alert status as soon as we targeted the Alenia and powered up our weapons platforms."

"Have there been any transmissions from the spaceplanes yet?"

"None. We're monitoring continually, of course."

"Good. I need to know who's on board. If Reiger is in one of them he must be snuffed immediately."

"Difficult," Lloyd said. "We don't have any kinetic harpoons; our platforms are all equipped with energy weapons. It really is a defensive system."

"Politically expedient not to base offensive weapons here," Julia said with a hint of regret. "Sorry, Victor."

"Five hundred kilometres beyond the defence perimeter," Victor mused. "That's not much of a margin for them."

"We're geared to halt incoming hostiles," Lloyd said. "You start shooting outside the perimeter and you run slap bang into the inverse-square law. The nearest platform to the COV-325 is over a thousand kilometres away, the lasers wouldn't even melt plastic at that distance."

"So move one of the platforms in range," Victor said automatically.

Lloyd looked at Sean, who nodded thoughtfully. "Could do, yes?"

"OK," Lloyd said. "But the platforms aren't equipped with high-thrust engines. It'll take time."

"Time we have plenty of," Victor said.

"Just as long as they can't get in," Julia said.

"They won't," Sean said. "Our hardware is the best, yes?"

He gestured to a waiting lift. "Greg and his people are in the security centre. They've just got back."

"Did they find Charlotte's Celestial priest?" Julia asked.

"Absolutely, yes. He's a funny old bird, though. Don't know what you'll make of him."

Julia stepped into the lift. They all crowded in around her, Lloyd talking into his cybofax, organizing the platform realignment.

"How are you coping, Sean?" Julia asked as the lift began to move down.

"Pretty good, considering. I've declared an official biohazard alert, which I think added to the Strategic Defence commander's jitters. But it gives me the authority to quarantine the colony without any legal comeback. Shutting down the communication circuits is stretching the principle a little, mind."

"But our lawyers can fight it if anyone objects," she finished for him. "Good. Well done."

Victor reckoned that if he ever got lost in New London's southern endcap complex his processor implant would be the only thing to save him wandering through the labyrinth of corridors for the rest of his life. There was a kilometre and a half of rock between Hyde Cavern and the hub docking crater, a termite nest of housing, offices, tunnels, corridors, hydroponic farms, fish farms, light-industry factories, and chambers full of environmental support machinery. It wasn't that he was claustrophobic, but there was so much smooth featureless rock, and very few windows.

Sean Francis led them through the security centre without any hesitation. But then of course, everything he did was perfection. One of the reasons nobody felt quite at ease with him, not even Julia, and that was quite an accomplishment.

The briefing room had a window-wall looking out into Hyde Cavern. Heavy drops of rain trickled down the glass.