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"Hm. Well, as for Silcox, I don't think there's anything necessarily suspicious there—she wasn't going to trust us on our word alone until we basically proved we were on her side by getting her out of Athena."
Caine snorted gently. "On her side, sure. After basically dragging her into this mess just so there'd be someone for Bernhard to go after that we could rattle Security by saving—"
"Who told you that?" Lathe asked sharply.
"Oh, come on, Lathe—I may not be as good a tactician as you are, but I've got hindsight with the best of them. Your hope of getting to Torch through her fizzled, so you left her dangling in front of Bernhard so that you'd have an excuse to pull the Grand Athena Escape Stunt. You want to argue any of that?"
For a moment Lathe stared at him in silence. Then, ruefully, he shook his head. "You're better at this stuff than I thought," he admitted. "I always knew you had tactician talent. Would it help if I told you I was hoping Bernhard wouldn't take the bait and that I'd have to get my lever on him somehow else?"
Caine shrugged. "Actually, I don't feel as bad about her as I still do about the Dupres and Karen Lindsay. After all, A
Lathe shorted. "Thanks a lot."
"Don't mention it. You were talking about suspicious cooperation...?"
"Right. As for Bernhard..." Lathe hesitated. "I suspect he's using his change of heart as camouflage while he sets up a game of his own on the side. Add to that—" He broke off abruptly. "Never mind.
The point is—"
"Add to that Jensen's move in bringing Bernhard back here in the first place?" Caine suggested.
Lathe gave him a lopsided smile. "You're definitely better at this than I thought," he said. "Yes. On the surface that doesn't seem like a very smart move on his part... but there's something in his attitude that makes me think he also may have a plan of his own in the works, something that he needed Bernhard's presence here to accomplish."
"You going to ask him what it is?"
"No—at least not right now. When and if we get into Aegis, maybe it'll be time then. But not yet.
Some of Jensen's attitudes and perspectives may have changed since the Argent mission, but his basic skills and intellect haven't. You may not have noticed, but as we were escorting Bernhard here earlier, he and Reger were heading off into a huddle by themselves, so it's possible Jensen's cooked up something with him that'll help protect our flanks while we concentrate on the main mission."
"In other words," Caine said slowly, "you do have an idea of what he's up to. But don't want to tell me what it is."
Lathe gazed off into space. "Caine... if I'm right, it's something I don't really want to be involved in.
And I'm pretty sure you won't want to know about it in advance, either."
"Or in other words, I should trust you. Just this once." Caine grimaced for a moment, then sighed. "I knew I shouldn't have agreed to let you take command."
Lathe chuckled. But the laugh lines stayed only briefly, and didn't reach his eyes. "Come on, let's go talk to the others," he said, folding up the map. "We need to discuss this, decide who'll be coming along to the mountain in a couple of days."
"Blackcollars only?"
Lathe eyed him, shook his head. "No, I don't think so. Your team's earned the right to be in on the kill."
"I agree." Caine grimaced. "I just hope you're not being literal about it being a kill."
The comsquare nodded grimly. "So do I."
Chapter 33
They stayed at Reger's mansion for the next two days, recovering from the Athena escape and waiting for a reasonable lull in Security activity. Caine found the delay almost intolerable; but he had to admit they would have been foolish to try moving any sooner. Spotters and fighter aircraft literally swarmed over Denver and the nearby mountains, obviously watching for any even remotely suspicious activity. The reports coming in from Reger's informant net showed the situation inside the city was even worse, with heavily armed Security troops patrolling the streets and poking into any place they could think of where the blackcollars might be hiding. For a while Caine worried that they might go so far as to begin a house-to-house search of the entire region, but Skyler pointed out that even if they did, Reger's high-priced neighborhood was likely to be low on the list of probable hideouts.
Still, he was relieved when Lathe decided on their second evening of idleness that the overhead patrols had thi
"Why six?" Colvin asked.
"Because that'll make it eight days since we sent the message out to the scout ship," the comsquare told him. "That's round-trip time between here and Plinry for the Corsair Qui
Caine glanced at Pittman's carefully controlled expression, noticing as he did so other surreptitious looks that were headed that way. So far Pittman hadn't shown any willingness to talk about his involvement with Galway, and up till now no one had felt the need to press him on the subject. But now Braune cleared his throat. "Round trip to Plinry... with bad news aboard?"
"You could say that," Lathe acknowledged. "Project Christmas will be bad news for someone—and if it's the Ryqril who get the hot end, they may go a little berserk here trying to find us."
"Does Bernhard know about this?" Colvin asked.
"No. Why? You think he might stall in hopes Qui
"The thought had crossed my mind."
Lathe shook his head. "Actually, I think Bernhard's lost his last chance to betray us directly to Security. Remember, he presumably doesn't want Ryqril in Aegis Mountain any more than we do—else he could have told them about the back door years ago when he was making his tacit peace with them. After tomorrow, though, if he turns us over to Security the secret will be out—and if Qui
Hawking grunted. "Cheerful thought. On the way to or from the soft probe tomorrow, you think?"
"He'll wait until the main expedition," Jensen said quietly. "Tomorrow he'll be surrounded almost entirely by blackcollars. He'd know enough to wait until the rest of Caine's team is along, in hopes they'd get in our way in a fight."
Alamzad snorted. "Thanks a lot."
"He's right, though." Lathe nodded thoughtfully. "And it leaves us with only one practical approach—which I was going to recommend anyway. Suppose we do the following...."
The sounds of soft conversation filtered through the heavy door: Jensen and Alamzad, presumably.
"I hope," Pittman murmured as Caine reached for the doorknob, "you know what you're doing."
"Me, too," Caine answered frankly. "But this is our mission, remember. We have a right to know what's going on."
The room was considerably smaller than Caine had realized, more like a vertical crawlspace than a room per se. Alamzad and Jensen were indeed there, crouched over some sort of mechanism at the far end but looking back at the newcomers. "You should have a
Caine swallowed the automatic apology that came to mind. "We had other things on our minds," he said instead. "Your private scheme, to be specific."