Hammer grunted. The annoyed sound of it perked Jeth’s ears. This was an unholy alliance, no doubt, but at least it didn’t seem to be an easy one. “Oh, I think it’s always necessary to protect an investment,” said Hammer. “Especially one as big as this.”
“What are you talking about?” Sierra said, shifting her glare toward Hammer. Jeth felt a momentary wave of awe at her spunk.
Glancing at Renford, Hammer chuckled. “So this is one of yours, is it? I like her already.”
Renford shot him a look sharp enough to cut glass.
Come on, Jeth thought, why don’t you two kill each other right now and save me the trouble?
Hammer stared back at Renford, unfazed.
Renford dropped his gaze to Sierra. “Let me formally introduce you to my new business partner, Hammer Dafoe.”
Sierra kept her eyes focused on Renford. “I know who he is. What I don’t understand is what he’s doing here.”
“Yes, well, in the past few weeks I’ve come to realize that simply selling the Aether Project would be foolish,” said Renford. “Why give up something so valuable for mere money? No. Rather than destroy the ITA, I’ve decided to take their place.” He paused then motioned at Hammer. “Excuse me. We’ve decided to take their place.”
Jeth’s mouth slid open. He closed it at once, teeth clacking. Hammer and Renford taking the place of the ITA? The idea of those two holding that much power was right up there with . . . no . . . he couldn’t imagine anything quite as bad as that. The ITA was guilty of a lot of horrible things, but at least it wasn’t a dictatorship. There was some measure of check and balance and restraint, a public service that, however corrupt, still held the galaxy together. He couldn’t imagine things holding together long under Hammer’s rule.
Sierra raised an eyebrow. “And how do you plan on doing that?”
Hammer folded his arms across his massive chest. “It’s a simple principle of business. Their monopoly on space travel will soon be our monopoly.”
“That’s right,” said Renford, keeping his attention focused on Sierra. “You know as well as I do that the ITA has failed to find an effective cure for the Pyrean sickness, and that it’s just a matter of time before what remains of the Pyreans die off. The only solution is to manufacture a new species for the job through Cora, and with any luck, Lizzie. Both of whom are under my control now. Add in Hammer’s resources and infrastructure and it’s only a matter of time before we can offer the public an alternative to their failing ITA-issued metadrives. There’ll be no saving the metagates, true, but with every ship equipped with its own metaspace navigator, no one will care much.”
That image of Cora as a human battery strapped into a machine swam in Jeth’s mind once again, all the muscles in his body clenching at the horror of it.
Beside him, Sierra visibly tensed. “Cora isn’t technology. She’s a little girl. A human being.”
Hammer coughed. “I thought you said she was smart?”
“Oh, she is,” said Renford. “When she doesn’t let her emotions interfere with her reason.”
“Don’t talk about me as if I’m not here.” Sierra glowered at both men in turn. “And I’m aware that Cora’s DNA isn’t strictly human, but that doesn’t make her anything less.”
“We’re not here to debate Cora Seagrave’s humanity or lack thereof,” Renford said. “Instead we need to discuss her future.”
Jeth scoffed, finding his voice at last. “What future? If you follow the ITA’s agenda, she’s going to die young.”
“Oh, I wouldn’t say that,” said Hammer. “Not once my scientists have had a chance to refine the AGT process.”
At first Jeth wanted to dismiss such an arrogant assertion, but then he remembered how successful Hammer’s scientists had been with stealth technology. Hammer employed people like himself—without scruples, willing to do whatever it took to succeed.
Jeth wanted to scream, wanted to do something rash, but he held back, willing himself to take deep, calming breaths. He knew right now he had to rely on that cool patience his father had taught him when he was learning to shoot. The right moment will come. Wait for it.
Sneering, Sierra said, “If you’ve already got such a foolproof plan in place, then why am I here? Why don’t you just kill me like you tried to do when you took Cora?”
Renford exhaled as if in regret.”You’re here because we’ve hit a snag with Cora. One only you can help smooth out.”
“Oh yeah? And what is that?”
“The same task the Aether Project scientists needed. Help in keeping Cora under control. She was in such a state when we revived her initially that she destroyed half of the hospital wing. We’ve placed her in a coma for now, but I’m sure you’re aware how dangerous it is to her health to be kept under for too long.”
Jeth glanced at Sierra, seeing in her expression this was true. Breathe, breathe. The words became a chant in his head.
“Cora likes you,” Renford went on. “She trusts you. If she were to wake up and see your face, no harm would befall anyone, including her.”
Sierra bit her lip. “What will you do with her if I say no?”
Renford shrugged. “We’ll try different medications or keep her under as much as possible. Nothing good for her, I assure you. Nothing that will make her as happy as she would be having you around.” Renford paused, and when he went on it was with a persuasive tone that even Jeth had to admit was dangerously effective. “Think about it, Sierra. You’ll be able to help her, teach her how to control her unique abilities. And, if you want, you can continue assisting with the scientific work as well. I might even give you a say in what happens to her, if you take strides to regain my trust in you, that is. But really, this is your only chance to help preserve Cora’s so-called human rights.”
“What about Lizzie?” Jeth said. “What do you plan on doing to her?”
“Oh, no need to worry about her, Jeth,” said Hammer. “She’ll be treated better than she would have been otherwise, given what’s happened.”
Jeth flinched, knowing perfectly well Hammer was referring to his plan to use her in one of his brothels if Jeth betrayed him one more time. Which he had. He didn’t doubt for a second that Dax had told Hammer about his plan to get his crew and family away. Even if Dax hadn’t, Sergei certainly would’ve told him about how Jeth had locked him up.
“Yes, no need to fret,” said Renford. “She’ll undergo some medical tests and a couple of surgeries, of course, to harvest her eggs.”
Breathe, Jeth thought. Just find a way out. Keep breathing . . .
Sierra shook her head. “I won’t help you. Cora and Lizzie would be better off dead than under your control.”
A sneer warped Renford’s features, his persuasive persona of a moment before vanishing. “You of all people should understand the importance of what I’m trying to accomplish. You’ve seen the consequences of the meta technology failing completely. All the worlds will end up like Rosmoor, slowly starving to death, wallowing in disease. But that will never happen again with what I have planned. The ITA has held unchecked power for far too long.”
And who will check you? Jeth wanted to say, but he didn’t get a chance as Sierra said, “Exploiting Cora and Lizzie isn’t the answer. Clones or test tube babies, it doesn’t matter. They’re all humans with human emotions. You’re not creating a solution, but an entire race of slaves.”
“Better a few should live as slaves than billions die,” said Renford.