Regenesis

Military agent. Giraud had kept him answering questions on military operations for a few years after his return from service in Defense. He remembered a supper meeting in ‘62, Giraud saying he was finally going to run the axe code, reclaim Kyle to active service.

Giraud had done that. He remembered Giraud saying it had gone pretty much as he expected, that Kyle hadn’t lost any memory or didn’t think he had. No conflicts. No problems. Just like the thirty‑odd other alphas they’d recovered from Defense after the War ended…most of them specialists, technicals who didn’t mentally visit the here and now often enough to be a real problem to re‑Contract. Some had died.

But Kyle. Kyle had been a psych operator, a military interrogator. Kyle had been on Admiral Azov’s staff, first.

Azov. Damn him. The bastard chiefly responsible for the mess on Gehe

Meanwhile Gorodin had come, friendly to Science, supposedly a whole new post‑War age in the relations of Science and Defense.

But Gorodin had never thrown the off‑switch on Kyle or let Ari in on their nasty little secret. Secretary Lu, who’d served as Proxy Councillor for Gorodin, had never told them. Friend of theirs. Close friend of Giraud’s, most of the time.

And the military had still been collecting information hand over fist–learning everything that crossed Giraud’s desk.

They must have known the first Ari’s business, as much of it as she’d trusted Giraud with–which would easily be the whole psychogenesis project, most likely everything involving the feud with Jordan: and, oh, Defense had been able to snag Jordan, hadn’t they, just at the right time? Nice piece of psychology, that. Offer Jordan the out he wanted, the transfer to Fargone, right when the relationship had gotten desperate–and then when Ari’d gone for Justin–

That had been a delicious piece of news. And they’d used it. Defense had been all eager to talk to Jordan. If Ari had everquestioned Kyle herself, ever gotten into Giraud’s records, everdone that–oh, but Ari had been fully occupied with Jordan as the center of her problems in that last year of her life. She didn’t regard Giraud’s psych abilities all that highly, but she knew he was loyal and good at what he did.

And then she’d died.

And after Gorodin? If Kyle had still belonged to Defense and still been reporting to them, he’d been, oh, likely highly active during Khalid’s short term.

His inside information hadn’t saved Khalid from walking right into it with young Ari. Maybe Khalid had ignored the intelligence he’d gotten, hadn’t believed the kid was what she was. He’d found it out–in public, on national vid networks.

Darker thought, still, had Khalid ever really turned loose of Kyle once he’d begun to receive information from him?

Intelligence, for God’s sake. Khalid had been chief of Intelligence before he ever ran for the Council seat.

He’d been managing Kyle’s sort–oh, from way back. Possibly–

Possibly Kyle hadn’t ever reported to Gorodin at all. Maybe not even to Azov. They might not have known what Khalid’s source was, except that Khalid had good information. Azov had died of old age. Lu had. Then Gorodin. Defense had been nominally the ally of Science, most of the time, except the brief stint under Khalid. Jacques–Science had urged Jacques into office to succeed Khalid, when Gorodin had gone into rejuv failure; they’d managed to sway Spurlin…now assassinated.

Along with two people co

Watch out, Ari said, for his own life, at present, in Novgorod.

Khalid. Chief of Intelligence, from the darkest years of the War, a young and ambitious officer in those days, not so old now, when most of that generation were dead. And it was entirely conceivable that his sudden rise in Defense had been precisely because of the quality of the information he had on the i

“Kyle’s not ours,” Ya

Frank looked at him, just stared in shock. “He never gave a hint. He’d honestly paired with Hicks. It felt that way. It always did, from way back.”

“Could that part be real, even if he was Defense?”

“Could be,” Frank said.

“It’s going to hit Hicks in the gut,” Ya

“I can’t imagine,” Frank said. “It’s got to have torn Kyle up, too. He was different, around Hicks. He cared. Cared about the people in his command. That’s bad, if that’s true. That’s real bad.”

“Defense must have kept getting reports from him. He can’t have liked it.” A thought occurred to him. Giraud’s office. Hicks’. Access to files. Dossiers. A lot of things. Ari had died, and Giraud had taken the Directorship and increasingly turned ReseuneSec over to Hicks.

That was where Kyle had transferred over, and Kyle had attached to Hicks in a way he never quite had to Giraud. Hicks relied on Kyle as a personal aide, in a way he’d never served with Giraud, who’d had Abban. Giraud had let Hicks handle Kyle, let him have Kyle’s Contract finally even finagled a provisional alpha certificate for Hicks explicitly to allow him to work with Kyle, because the pairing had seemed to work so well.

Ari’d died…and it wasn’t suicide. He’d never liked the suicide notion. Too much had been left unfinished.

If it hadn’t been Jordan, it had been Abban. Basic question of opportunity.

Giraud wouldn’t have ordered it. Without Giraud, Abban wouldn’t have done it–that part of the equation had never made sense to him. But it had never made sense, either, that Jordan had done it. Abban was the one with capability andopportunity.

Abban had been upset. Giraud had been upset. Upset had been contagious in the halls in those days after Ari had died. The whole universe had been in upheaval, and for several months after Ari had died, Giraud had been on a hair trigger and so had Abban. You didn’t question Giraud in those days. Secretaries had run scared and Denys himself had said, “Don’t talk to him. He doesn’t want to talk.”

In days when they’d had the vital job of getting the psychogenesis project going and they’d desperately neededto talk… Giraud hadn’t been outstandingly well‑composed.

Settling into the new job, he’d thought. And mourning a woman he’d greatly regarded. Giraud had been loyal to Ari, he’d stake his life on that.

So Abban couldn’t have done it–could he?

But if Abban had done something that hurt Giraud–there was a little reason for upset in that household, wasn’t there? Abban’s own origins were in green barracks, never shipped out, never left Reseune: hehad no questionable background. He’d been with Giraud from childhood. Giraud had changed offices; taken Abban with him into Admin; Hicks had already taken over Kyle.

Everything changed when Ari died. He saw it like a chessboard, all the pieces suddenly, massively, shifted on the board: white had castled‑up, and young Ari had been a mote in a womb‑tank for a whole, mostly peaceful nine months. Once that had happened, Giraud had settled–as if the universe was right again.

“What are you thinking?” Frank asked him finally.

“That Abban never could have killed Ari,” he said, “no more than Jordan could. Unless.”

“Unless,” Frank said.

“Unless he believed it was in Giraud’s interest.” he said. “Maybe somebody told him that. And then, in the aftermath, maybe he knew it wasn’t as true as he thought it was–at least in the immediate effects. Giraud’s upset would have been hard for him to take. A very, very upsetting thing.”