“Been working out?” Courtney asked, sniffing the air.
“Yes,” Herzer said. “Courtney, you know there was a mission planned to try to capture the refueling ship?”
“I’d heard something about it,” Courtney replied warily.
“The team that was supposed to do the job got wiped out,” Herzer said brutally. “By an attack on their training camp. You listed a background in old-fashioned computers as a pre-Fall skill when you came to Raven’s Mill.”
“Oh, my God, you can’t be serious!” Courtney shouted.
“Thanks,” Herzer growled. “Mike needed to hear that.”
“Don’t tell me that’s what you’re talking about,” Courtney hissed. “That’s a mission for… God-damned heroes like you, Herzer! I’m a farm-wife! I cook food all day and raise my brats!”
“And you know what a…” he paused and frowned, “a router is, right?”
“Well, yes,” Courtney replied. “It’s a device for directing electronic packets, but…”
“Courtney, I have four potential computer techs, including you, that aren’t absolutely decrepit,” Herzer said, his face hard. “I can barely do this mission with four. That ship is a mass of old-fashioned computers, most of them you can’t control from a remote terminal. I don’t even know what a remote terminal is but it says you can’t control them remotely so I trust the briefing notes. We’re going to be in trouble if we lose one tech and the more I look at this mission the more I’m worried we’ll lose all of them. Including one of my oldest and closest friends,” he added sadly.
“But, damnit, this mission is so damned important that, yes, I’m asking you,” he continued. “There are probably more people out there. But we can’t exactly take out a classified ad. We don’t know that New Destiny knows how badly they hit us. And if we start going around broadly interviewing, that places those people in danger. Besides, we don’t have time. We’ve got to start training soon or we’re sunk. Courtney, damnit, we need you. I don’t want to be too melodramatic, but the world needs you. You. Courtney Boehlke.”
“This is a bit much to take in,” Courtney said, shaking her head.
Herzer just stayed silent, letting her work it out.
“I don’t know if I want to go into space,” she said after a bit.
“With any luck, you’ll be in corridors the whole time,” Herzer said. “Pressurized corridors with gravity. It will be like being in a big building. The shuttle ride is supposed to be very smooth. And the view should be spectacular.”
“Just before I die?” Courtney asked.
“I’ll tell you this,” Herzer said. “I’m not planning on letting you, or Megan, out of my sight. I suppose as the commander, I shouldn’t think that way, but the rest of the team is expendable. You two aren’t.”
“Thanks so much,” Courtney said. “I will be sure not to repeat that.”
Herzer just waited, aware that she’d just admitted she was mostly in agreement.
“I’m afraid of heights,” she said after another long pause. “I get scared if I stand on a step stool. I want to throw myself off into the abyss. I can’t go into space.”
“Don’t look outside,” Herzer said. “Interior only. There aren’t any computers on the skin of the ship.”
Courtney shook her head and worked her hands on her lap. After a moment she squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head.
“There’s nobody else,” Herzer said, softly. “I need you, Courtney.”
“I know,” Courtney replied. “Damn you. How do you talk me into things like this?”
“I’m a terror,” Herzer admitted, trying to keep the sadness out of his voice and acting a tad jovial instead. “That’s a yes, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Courtney snapped out. “God. Who’s going to take care of the kids?”
Herzer knew she meant while she was gone, but he hoped it wasn’t a reference to if she didn’t come back.
“If nothing else we’ll move them here or to the training base,” Herzer said. “After the attack they moved a good part of the Seventh Legion to guarding it. A bit of closing the barn door but it’s also to protect the new team. Of which you’re a new member. You can’t tell Mike, though. We’ll have him told when we’re starting the mission. At that point there’s not much New Destiny can, or will, do.”
“What about attacking our families?” Courtney asked, looking up.
“That’s why we’ll move them to the base,” Herzer said. “And keep them under guard. Your children, and Mike, will be as safe as we can make them. It’s you that we’ll all be worried for.”
“Thanks for reminding me,” Courtney said. “When do I have to be where?”
“We’ll keep you and Mike here until we move up to the training base,” Herzer said. “If we move him and the children up there, and they stay, they can be brought in on it. Until then, we’ll use the cover of getting the farms organized for you to stay here. Mike can walk Megan and me through the process of application.”
“While I sit and fret?” Courtney asked.
“While you start getting reacquainted with ancient computer technology,” Herzer said. “As soon as we get the documentation. Which should be tomorrow or the next day.”
He led her back to the living room where Mike and Megan were deep in conversation.
“You guys get everything hashed out?” Herzer asked.
“Not even close,” Megan admitted, wide-eyed. “I hadn’t realized what sort of equipment and people we’d need to set up a really big farm.”
“Good,” Herzer said. “That’s a good reason for Mike and Courtney to stay in town for a week or so.”
“I’ve got things that need doing back at the farm,” Mike said.
“And you said you have a good manager,” Herzer said with a shrug. “I’d suggest that if whoever is keeping an eye on the kids can get free that they bring them up as well. And over the next few days you can walk Megan and me through the process of applying for our land while Megan smiles at bureaucrats while they find exceptions for you.”
“She’s in?” Megan asked.
“Yes,” Courtney said, shaking her head.
“Do I get a say?” Mike asked angrily.
“Yes,” Courtney said. “You get to say: ‘Whatever you think is right, honey.’ And then hug me, please,” she added, sitting down next to him and leaning into him.
“Herzer…” Mike said dangerously, uneasily slipping one arm around her.
“She can’t tell you what it is,” Herzer said, shrugging. “Not now. Maybe soon. So you can’t discuss it and work it out. So, sorry, Mike, you’ve just got to eat it raw.”
“Fisk you,” Mike snarled.
“Like I said,” Herzer repeated. “Not now. Not until we’re out of the capital and its rumor mill.”
“Are we done here?” Mike asked.
“For now,” Herzer nodded. “But I was serious about walking us through the application process—”
“The hell with that,” Mike said.
“No, Mike,” Courtney interjected. “That’s important, too. It’s a cover and if you want me to have any chance at all, we need the cover.”
“What in God’s name for?” Mike said. “Never mind, you can’t tell me. Okay, damnit, I’ll walk you through the process and all the rest. I’ll be a good little boy. But you’d better be able to convince me, at the end, that it was worth it or you can find yourself somebody else to manage your farms. All of them,” he added, glaring at Herzer.
“I hope you’ll agree it’s important,” Herzer said. “I think it is. Courtney thinks it is. Megan thinks it is. You’ll just have to wait to find out. And in the meantime, you’d better figure out a way to keep from radiating anger or you’ll show that something’s up. None of this ever happened, tonight. We just discussed farming. Understand?”