Heirs of Empire

“Good,” MacMahan said.

“Suppressor’s active, Brigadier,” the Security tech said, never looking up from his remote panel. “Their coms are blocked.”

“Elevators and switchboard?” Brigadier Jourdain asked, and another man looked up.

“Shut down. They’ve pulled almost all the regular Security people for crowd control, and I’ve cut the links to the lobby station. We’re placing the charges to blow the switchboard when we leave now; it’ll look just like a Sword of God hit, Sir.”

“All right.” Jourdain faced his handpicked traitors. “Remember, these are Imperial Marines. There’s only twelve of them, but they’re tough, well trained, and if they’ve tried their coms since the suppressor went on-line, they’re going to be ready. Our coms are out, too, so stick to the plan. Don’t improvise unless you have to.”

His men nodded grimly.

“All right. Let’s do it.”

Horus stood outside Jiltanith’s bedroom while she jerked on clothes, and his mind raced. It was preposterous. He was in his own HQ building in the middle of Earth’s capital city, and he couldn’t even place a com call! There could be only one reason for that, but how had “Mister X” pulled it off? Captain Chin was right. The only thing that could shut down fold coms without active jamming was close proximity to a warp suppressor, but a suppressor powerful enough to do the job was far too large to have been smuggled through White Tower’s security … which meant someone on his own security staff must have brought it in, and if he’d been penetrated that completely—

He crossed to his desk and touched a button, and the desktop swung smoothly up. The habits of mille

“Your Grace,” the Chinese officer said flatly, “the elevators are out, too.”

“Shit!” Horus closed his eyes, then shook himself. “Stairs?”

“We can try them, Sir, but if they’ve cut the coms and elevators, they’re already on their way. And without the elevators—”

“Without the elevators, they’re coming up the stairs,” Horus grunted. Wonderful. Just fucking wonderful! Head down the stairs and they risked ru

Jiltanith stepped out of the bedroom, convoyed by four stocky, black-and-tan rottweilers. Her dagger glittered on her belt, and Horus’ mouth tightened as she reached out and took Captain Chin’s grav gun from its holster. The Marine didn’t protest; he simply shifted his energy gun to his left hand and passed over his ammunition belt with his right, and she gave him a strained smile. The belt wouldn’t fit around her pregnancy-swollen waist, so she hung it over her shoulder like a bandolier.

“All right, Captain,” Horus said. “We have to let them come to us. The stairs merge into the central core one floor down; have ten of your people set up to cover the landings. Leave the other two here to cover the access to my office. ’Ta

“Father, I—” she began, and he shook his head savagely.

“I know, ’Ta

“Art right,” she sighed, and looked down at the bio-enhanced dogs.

“Go thou wi’ Captain Chin,” she told them, “and watch thyselves.”

“We go, pack lady,” Galahad’s vocoder said, “but keep Gwynevere with you.” She nodded, and Horus looked at Chin as the other three dogs leapt away.

“We’re out of communication, and we’re going to be spread out. Watch your rears as well as your fronts.”

“Yes, Your Grace!” Chin saluted and vanished after the dogs, and Horus turned to the two Marines who’d been left behind.

“Anyone who gets this far will have to come up the last stair. After that, they’ll go for ’Ta

“Yes, Sir.” The senior Marine jerked his head at his companion, and they ran towards the tower’s central access core.

“Go, ’Ta

“I go, Father,” she said softly, yet she paused just long enough to throw one arm about him and kiss him before she wheeled away. He watched her go, Gwynevere trotting ahead of her like a scout, and turned to survey his office one more time. He’d accomplished a lot from this place. Commanded the Siege of Earth, directed the reconstruction in its wake, coordinated the introduction of an entire planet to Imperial technology… He’d never expected to fight for his daughter’s life from it, but if he had to do that too, then, by the Maker, he would.

He walked slowly to the office foyer. It was the only way into his personal quarters, and he upended his receptionist’s desk and piled furniture about it. He built a sturdy barricade facing the entry, then stepped away from it to the wall beside the entry and settled his back into a corner.

“The explosives have arrived at the Palace, Colin,” Dahak said as Colin entered the command deck of the computer’s starship body.

“Good.” Officers popped to their feet as their Emperor and Warlord strode across to the captain’s couch, but he waved them back to their duties. Dahak had moved beyond the weapon’s threat radius, and Colin felt a sick surge of guilt as he realized that, whatever happened, he personally was safe. It seemed a betrayal of all his subjects, and knowing Hector and Gerald were right to insist upon it only made his guilt worse.

He settled into the command couch. The display was centered on Birhat, not Dahak, and he watched sublight craft streaming from the planetary surface to the waiting planetoids. Like Dahak, all those starships were beyond threat range, and thousands more of his subjects were embarking aboard them as he watched, but it was taking time. Too much time they might not have. He drew a deep, deep breath and pressed himself back in his couch.

“Tell them to proceed, Dahak.”

Brigadier Jourdain followed his men up the stairs. There were only twelve Marines, one tired old man, and a pregnant woman to stop them, while he had over a hundred men, all fully enhanced courtesy of Earth Security. It would be more than enough, he told himself yet again. Some were going to get killed, but not enough to stop them, and dead Security men would be convincing proof of how hard Brigadier Jourdain and his men had fought to protect their Empress.

He bared mirthless teeth at the thought as his point man approached the landing. They were one floor below Duke Horus’s office and living quarters, and they hadn’t seen a soul. Perhaps he’d worried too much. Surely if the Marines had figured anything out—

Something rattled. The lead Security man saw the small object skitter past his feet, and his eyes flared. No! His implant sca