Riposte

Liao leaned back in his throne and steepled his fingers. "Why did you not have this information before?"

Shang hesitated, and Justin stepped forward. "If I might, Highness, I would suggest that we did not have this information sooner because of the bureaucracy and the way it has become entrenched. Getting the reports we needed to confirm these suspicions took months . . ."

Liao shot forward. "Who denied you this vital data? Give me his name and he will be dealt with shortly. I will not have incompetents around me."

Candace glanced at Justin, then moved forward, eclipsing her sister. "Father, I do not believe Citizen Xiang is singling out one person as the cause of this problem." She turned toward Justin and nodded at him. "Please, Citizen, continue."

"As your daughter has suggested, it is not the fault of any one person, Universal Paragon. Consider that, for the longest time, the Maskirovka was concerned with the Free Worlds League. This is a valid concern, and the civil war we prompted there certainly sapped much of House Marik's vitality. Because of this attention, the Maskirovka's Marik section has grown, and much of the information from the Lyran sector now filters through it. The longer the chain, the slower the transmission and the more likely the distortion of the message."

Tsen Shang nodded cautiously. "Citizen Xiang and I have also noticed a reliance in our sector on the troop information and other intelligence coming from Michael Hasek-Davion."

"What is wrong with that?" the Chancellor roared. "It is from him that we have finally learned of this marriage."

Shang held his hands forward. "Nothing is wrong with using his information, Highness, but our other operations seem to be secondary to this one source. The information still comes in, but our analysts are so busy sorting through the Duke's data that they ca

Liao narrowed his eyes and turned to Chandra Ling. "What are you doing about this?"

Ling smiled serenely. "In my discussions with Shang and Xiang, they have suggested creating a 'crisis team.' It would be an elite group of analysts concerned solely with solving special problems or investigating odd situations. They would operate at a level just below my office, and could command information from all the sectors, bypassing the normal bureaucratic cha

Liao nodded curtly. "Very well." He pointed at the two analysts. "You will assemble the staff you need and will move into the Palace. I want you here and on call at all times. You will never be more than twelve hours distant from me, unless I order you away on some mission."

Shang's jaw dropped open. Justin shared a timid glance with him, then looked up at the Chancellor. "Excellency, I believe the Director might have more suitable candidates in mind for this crisis team."

Liao rocked back in his throne. "How could she disagree that the two of you are the correct choices? You are new enough in the Sian organization not to have become trapped in the bureaucracy. It is your plan, and so you will execute it. I am certain the Director sees this as the only logical choice."

Liao glanced down at the Maskirovka Director long enough to see her weary nod of agreement, then he stared off above the heads of both analysts. "Now, what shall we do about this treacherous new turn of events that Hanse Davion has engineered for us?"

Before they could answer, Liao had shot to his feet, anger darkening his expression. Justin turned just enough to see the chamber's main door opening and the helpless minister cringe beneath Liao's verbal assault. "What are you doing?" the Chancellor screamed. "I gave orders I was not to be disturbed!"

"May I die a thousand deaths if this is not important, O He-Whom-The-Universe-Envies." The pale minister looked back toward the outer chamber. "It is Lord Victor Robertson, the Federated Suns' Ambassador. He says he comes concerning a matter of great urgency!"

"Indeed!" Maximilian Liao settled back down on his throne like a cat basking on a sun-warmed window sill. "Send him in. It has been too long since I have eaten a Davion envoy alive. This I shall enjoy."

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Sian Commonality Capellan Confederation

15 October 3027

A large, robust man with a thick shock of black hair, Lord Victor Robertson ate up the distance between the door and Liao's throne with the enthusiasm of a child dashing for presents. A large, most undiplomatic smile displayed his true feelings, though it faded slightly when he noticed Justin standing beside Tsen Shang. He shot Justin a dagger glance of pure hatred, then faced Liao and bowed respectfully.

"I am grateful to you for taking the time to see me." Robertson's tenor voice expressed deep sincerity, yet rang with a counter-current that Justin recognized instantly.

Victor, you ca