Glasshouse

I arrive at work fifteen minutes early, clutching my bag—not, in and of itself, an unusual variation—but the place is unlocked because Janis is already in. "Janis?" I poke my head round the office door.

She's not there. I sigh and head for the depository.

Down in the basement I find Janis loading magazines into box files. "Give me a hand," she says tensely. "If Fiore or Yourdon turns up while we're here . . ."

"Check." The magazines are vaguely banana-shaped and don't fit very well, but I can get four or five in each file box before I put them back on the shelf. Janis has six machine pistols lined up before her on a chair, still in their synthesis gel capsules. "Did you get the letter?" I ask.

"Yes. So did Norm." Her husband—I don't know much about him. "They're pulling things forward. Once they institutionalize the police and stop relying on isolation to do their work for them, we're in trouble."

"Agreed." I pause. "Ladies' sewing club?" That was my idea, when I was Robin, but Janis fronted it, and after my one meeting with them while I was being Reeve, I guess she's going to have to sort them out.

"I invited them here for lunch. Hurry up!" She's very twitchy this morning.

"Okay, I'm hurrying." I get the last of the magazines stashed in box files on the shelves, for all the world looking like i

"Oh, good. I was hoping you two would sort things out." A brief smile. "Now let's go upstairs. We've got a library to open before we can overthrow the government."

19. Longjump

SUBTLETY isn't going to get us very far at this point, so Janis orders up a delivery of sandwiches from a catering outfit working from the back of a cafe, and when the ladies' sewing circle and revolutionary command committee shows up, we lock the front door, hang out the CLOSED sign, and pile downstairs.

"We've got one day to organize this," says Janis. "Reeve, you want to summarize the situation?"

Heads turn. From their expressions, I don't think they were expecting me to be here. I smile. "This place—this polity—was originally designed as a glasshouse, a military prison. It works too well; the YFH cabal figured that a prison doesn't just keep people in , it keeps other people out . So they set it up as a research lab, what we're now seeing." She gestures at the shelves of box files on the back wall. "They're working on developing a new type of cognitive dictatorship, one spread via Curious Yellow, and they're breeding up a population of carriers for it. When we get to the end of the ‘experiment' time-scale they're pla

A mutter goes round the room, growing quickly: "No!"

"I'm glad to hear that," Janis says drily. "Now, this raises the question—what is to be done? Reeve and I have been working on an answer. Anyone want to guess?"

Sam sticks his hand up. "You're going to blow the longjump gate anchor frame," he says calmly, "stranding us teraklicks from the nearest other human polity. And then you're going to hunt the cabal down and shoot them, find their backup networks and offline them, then jump up and down on the smoking wreckage."

Janis smiles. "Not bad! Anyone else?"

El sticks her hand up. "Hold elections?"

Janis looks taken aback. "Something like that, I guess." She shrugs. "But that's getting a little ahead of ourselves, isn't it? What haven't I mentioned?"

I clear my throat. "We know where the longjump gate is. Which is good news and bad news."

"Why?" asks Helen. They're begi

"Reeve?" prompts Janis.

"Okay, here's the frame: We're on a MASucker that somehow got de-crewed during the censorship wars. At a guess, CY broke out during a scheduled crew shift change or something. Anyway, the polity we're in is actually a quilted patchwork of sectors spliced together by shortjump gates in all those road tu

"We need to sever communications between us and their base of operations in the surgeon-confessors' hall, then make sure everybody knows . Yourdon and Fiore have gotten away with ru

I pause to lick my lips. "I spent some time on a MASucker before the war. The door to the longjump pod was stashed near the bridge, uh, the administrative block—which would correspond to either the cathedral or City Hall in the new structure Yourdon is assembling. I did some snooping around last week, and I found where Yourdon lives. He's got a suite up on the top floor of City Hall, with security up to the eyeballs—I didn't get in, but I poked around the lower levels—and it turns out that City Hall bears a remarkable resemblance to the Captain's Lodge on the MASucker I was aboard. In which case, the T-gate to the longjump pod will be on the top floor, in a secure suite adjacent to the captain's quarters."

I stop.

Janis stands up. "There you've got it, folks, so let's keep this simple. We all have invitations to the ceremony at City Hall the day after tomorrow. I propose that we go there. I've had the fab here"—she waves at the assembler—"turning out kits with shielded bags so you can carry them away without fear of surveillance. Reeve?"

I clear my throat. "Plan is, we take our kit along and cut loose as soon as Yourdon steps up to the front to address everyone. Team Green's job is to secure the hall, drop any armed support the bad guys have, and kill as many copies of Yourdon, Fiore, and Hanta as we can find. They'll have backups or multiples ru

Hands go up.

"Okay, here's what we'll do. El, Bernice, Helen, Priss, Morgaine, Jill, you're all on Team Green with Janis, who's in overall charge. Sam, Greg, Martin, and Liz are Team Yellow with me. I'm in charge. Team Yellow, hang around, and I'll brief you. Team Green, eat your lunch, then go back to work—come back to the library individually this afternoon or tomorrow, and Janis will sort you out, back you up, and brief you."

There's more muttering from the back. Janis clears her throat. "One more thing. Operational security is paramount. If anyone says anything, we are all . . . not dead. Worse. Dr. Hanta has a full-capability brainfuck clinic ru