Something dark and insubstantial wisped over his face, a horrid contact. The robots froze, holding him in their unbreakable grip as that presence loomed over him.
Something spidery and soft and alive touched his face. He heard a sound, muttering, clicking.
“Let me go!” he yelled. Reason began to tell him where he was, what he felt, was real. That he had met the ondat. “Let me go. Human. Let go. Let go!”
It muttered and clicked. That wispy touch pressed down on his skull, on his forehead, with increasing force.
Pain, then. Sharp pain. He yelled at it to make it let him go, before his skull broke.
He couldn’t breathe. His skull was bursting. He couldn’t yell any longer. Couldn’t move. Couldn’t ask it to let him go. It just did. Finally.
It said something. He didn’t know what. Something huge drifted past the source of the glow, something that moved, away from him, and blotted out all light, all sound.
MAGDALLEN HAD REACTED to that unexpected intrusion in the tap system—Magdallen had been talking to Dianne, in fact, and fallen quite ill in the outer office. Dianne had gotten him a cup of water and a shot of vasodilator. Luz’s call and the Ila’s pirating of the contact had blasted through the entire system like a nuclear device.
Brazis hadn’t personally felt the attack. He’d had channels opened up all over the station trying to make contact with Procyon, and left them open for Drusus. That had possibly widened the disaster. Hewasn’t regularly on that channel, but the Project taps who happened to be on the system were all affected. One of the Ila’s senior taps had suffered a stroke, and was in medical right now, at risk of her life and future health—
Not that the Ila gave an effective damn.
Luzhad started it—Luz had had a long and uneasy relationship with Concord, being inclined to push a situation and push it hard. Ian was the reasonable voice. But then the Ila had gotten into it, and hadgotten Procyon’s attention—the one benefit: so had he, though without being able to pinpoint Procyon’s whereabouts.
But now he couldn’t get Drusus, who would have been wide open to that blast through the tap system, if he had been trying to contact Procyon. Drusus could be lying unconscious on the street, for all he knew. Could have gone down like the Ila’s tap.
He’d called Council into emergency session, under the vice chairman, while he stayed in his office. He’d just sent agents out looking for Drusus…and now he wanted to see Magdallen, as soon as Magdallen got out of the restroom.
Meanwhile he tended his orchids, which had received an inordinate amount of care in the last couple of days. He let his mind concentrate utterly on the gloss of the common phalaenopsis and its new growth: its bloom stem had yellowed, and he had soon to take the critical step of separating the parent and the offshoot on that yellowing stem. Those two lovely leaves were doomed. It was about to suffer stress, and those leaves, too, would yellow, as new growth appeared. Depend on it, he had far rather think about that than about Magdallen—or the Council at Apex, which, yes, he now knew, and not too remarkably so, had kept alive its own store of the highly classified nanisms, the biological base of the downworld taps, that never should have left Concord, nanoceles that were supposed to be confined to the Project from the making of the Treaty onward. Magdallenhad been affected by the Ila’s intrusion. Therefore Apex had inserted Project nanoceles into one of its agents and sent him here to spy on the Project—a plan more than a year in the making, since learning to interpret the taps was not instantaneous.
So if Concord should be taken out, if some utter disaster should happen here, some hiccup of the sun or some hostile action that destroyed the station, yes, it was only prudent, he conceded it, that the Council at Apex keep the Project nanoceles secretly in reserve, a means to reconstitute this last spaceborne link to Movement technology and the downworld team of Ian and Luz. The Project tap wasMovement technology, all told.
And that highly classified knowledge had always worried Earth.
Was it MagdallenEarth had heard about? Had it sent its ill-timed investigation in to find an illicit use of Project technology?
That Apex had let someone carrying that technology loose on Concord, to eavesdrop on official taps without telling him…that, as far as he knew, was unprecedented. That he had only now found it out, when a burst through the system had dropped their previously covert agent on his ass along with the rest of the taps, made him madder than hell. Gidemight be from the Treaty Board, and they were likely stuck with him, a situation that also made him madder than hell. That was a problem they would have to handle. And Gidewas convinced they had unregulated First Movement operating on the station, which he had denied, while someone tried to blow up Mr. Gide.
So now, in this very hour, they had had the Ila walking roughshod over their security systems, a flaming advertisement to all who could possibly touch those systems that First Movement tech wasn’t always under control. Marak was refusing to abandon his chase after their transportation, was refusing just to go straight down to be picked up, had his own plan, which he was following to the edge of perdition, and now Luz and the Ila were irate about the disturbance that had pulled Marak’s taps out of sequence and so irritated himthat he wasn’t taking their advice. Luz was angry with Ian, the Ila was angry and broke into the system he’d left wide open…
And it all happened with an Earth ship to witness, while the ambassador was lying in hospital. The whole damned fiasco sent him incandescent, and he would soon have to explain it all to involved parties, including the ondat.
To cap it all, Marak himself might have been affected by the latest outburst, since he had been in contact with Auguste, as best he gathered, who was in his own apartment’s lavatory puking his guts out.
He wanted answers. He wanted them now.
“Magdallen is mostly recovered at this moment,”Dianne reported, “but pleads intense headache. He wishes to go back to his apartment.”
“The hell he will,” he said. Damned right Magdallen had suddenly changed his mind about wanting to see him. Likely Magdallen never wanted to visit his office again, and wished he were safe back on Apex. But it was far too late for Magdallen to pretend he didn’t have that tap. “Send him in,” he told Dianne. Hell, he supposed he could tap in and callthe damned snoop in, if he knew his tap code.
Which he didn’t. Which he meant to get forthwith, and not have to hunt noisily through the system.
With a careful fingertip, he wiped a fleck of shed plant matter from the spotless lighted shelf, then stalked to his desk and sat down behind that solid fortification before the door opened and Magdallen walked in.
White-faced, Magdallen dropped into the interview chair.
“Feeling better?” he asked Magdallen.
“Yes, sir. A little indigestion.”
“There’s a damper in place to cut the top off the spike, or I can guarantee your indigestion would have been much worse.” Brazis made up his mind to level with Magdallen to a certain degree: truthers could only get so much. He hoped to shake the truth out of an already-shaken man. “We moved a particular agent off the tap, and Luzis mildly annoyed. More, the Ilais annoyed. Marak, who is out there in a situation, short of his mission goal, I’m sure is beyond annoyed at this point, if not injured, and his sole remaining tap is, at this very moment, in his own bathroom, trying to get back on duty and communicate with him despite the shock to his nervous system. Gide is in hospital, madder than hell, and we know his opinion of all of us before this even started. I’ve carefully explained to Ian that there’s an Earth envoy up here, and Ian said that theyweren’t pleased about having this ambassador talk to Marak’s tap, but he did agree that we’ve done as well as we could under the circumstances. Patently we don’t have Luz on our side in this business, however, and a little two-person cabal we’ve had concern us before may have just re-created itself: two women I assure you it isn’t good to argue with have now formed a society of mutual reinforcement. The Ila and Luz are irritated extremely at Earth’s interference, and probably at me. So, bluntly asked, Agent Magdallen, what was Apex intending to do? Why in hell are you on my station? What lunacylet loose someone who can eavesdrop on the Project and involve himself with Marak’s World without clearance from me, and why do you just happen to coincide with Mr. Gide’s arriving from the other end of space? And while we’re at it, give me your tap code. I won’t have taps wandering around the station without their codes in my system.”