Heaven's Devils

Unlike some of the Old Families, who clearly enjoyed “giving face” as the paparazzi referred to it, Ark’s parents had gone to great lengths to keep both him and his sister under wraps. That was partly because they looked down on families who consistently played to the press as being crass, but it was a practical matter as well, because kidnappers frequently went after the most visible targets. And young people who were out on the town, traipsing from one nightclub to another, were easy to intercept. So Ark was used to playing his status down rather than up, and was constitutionally happy to do so.

Clearing a path for the nondescript car and its two passengers was what appeared to be a beat-up cab with a couple of armed guards inside. And bringing up the rear was a graffiti-covered delivery van, equipped with drop panels. Once the sides fell, two combat-suited ex-marines would be free to wade into traffic firing AGR-14 gauss rifles. Which should be more than sufficient firepower to defeat kidnappers or assassins.

But, for the moment, all three vehicles were waiting for a light to change. That was the problem with the low-key approach. The convoy was forced to blend in rather than blast through intersections with lights flashing and sirens bleeping.

The elder Be

“So,” Errol Be

Given the way his comment was framed, Errol Be

But the business held little interest for Ark, a fact that the youth had recently conveyed to his father in a particularly contentious family discussion. Errol had responded by sending Ark’s mother and sister out of the room so he could have a man-to-man conversation with his “beloved son,” as he put it. It seemed as though he’d uttered the phrase with a tinge of hostility, and Ark felt it like a kick in the gut. After Errol had effectively convinced the teenager that he had no other options—what with no natural talent and average intelligence, what could he possibly have to offer?—the deal was set: Ark would attend the meeting.

“Who will be there?” Ark asked as the light changed and the convoy continued.

“Representatives from the various families, as I told you before,” his father replied. “We compete with each other, but we must cooperate as well, or risk tearing the system apart.”

By “system,” Ark knew his father meant the interlocking relationships between the Old Families, the government, and the public. All of which struck him as intensely boring. The prospect of going to meetings every day, of trying to figure out what each attendee’s true motives were, building alliances, executing strategies, cutting costs, and boosting profits filled him with dread. Surely there was something more to life?

“I want you to pay very close attention today,” Errol added. “I can’t have you appearing ignorant in front of my associates because you can’t be bothered to listen.”

“Yes, Father.”

The convoy had turned into the campus by then, having been forced to pause in front of a heavily fortified gate, prior to being allowed to proceed. The university was a private institution that owed its existence to the largess of families like the Be

Ark accompanied his father upstairs, where the senior Be

The Hall of Reason was circular in shape, which some wags claimed was a pun, foisted on the unsuspecting university by a cynical architect. Ark was impressed by the soaring domed ceiling and the unconventional ma

The crowd rose to applaud Errol Be

That’s how the process was explained in all the textbook digi-tomes that Ark and millions of other students had been exposed to in school. The Old Families were expected to provide the democratically elected government with advice that it could accept or reject.

But, as the meeting continued, Ark was reminded that the reality of the situation was quite different. Especially when it came time for his father to address the Guild Wars. “The conflict with the Kel-Morian Combine has been very profitable by any measure,” Errol Be

“Those who manufacture uniforms, body armor, weapons, ammunition, vehicles, tanks, aircraft, naval vessels, communications systems, orbital defense platforms, and all of the other countless items supplied to our military forces have profited from the war. That includes every family represented in this room, although I’m sure every single one of us regrets the terrible cost borne by the Confederacy’s brave soldiers, and by their families.”

That was true, the families had profited handsomely, and Be

“But regrettable though it is, the conflict has had the effect of bringing our population together,” Errol Be

That got a laugh, and it was supposed to, since all of those present had to contend with the press corps’s eternal eagerness to run stories about the Old Families. A lot of it was society fluff focused on who was engaged to whom, coming out parties, and the like. But there were serious pieces, too, many of which were focused on allegations that certain officials were becoming rich by taking money from the Old Families in return for no-bid government contracts, favorable regulations, and a host of tax breaks. The stories were a

Now Ark was begi