She shook her head, then got up from the conference room couch and crossed to the refreshment station to get herself a bottle of water. She tossed me one, too. “Or his local boss took a while to decide what to do.”
“And, in the meantime, Handy gets an offer to head to Basalt?” I opened the bottle and drank, then put it down and clapped my hands. “Wait, that’s it! What if Handy has two bosses? What if local talent hires him, but he’s taking orders from others who want to pit little jackals against each other?”
Janella sat back down and looked at me with disgust. “Mason, if you have to start your statement with ‘what if,’ it’s a fantasy, not a theory. You’re arguing from facts not in evidence. All we know is that your pal wants to know if you want a job. We can presume he wants you to engage in illegal activity and that your ability to pilot a ’Mech is important in this enterprise. Anything beyond that is purely speculative and we don’t have even circumstantial evidence to support it. We don’t even have a good idea of why Basalt is the target here.”
Janella was absolutely right about that. She grew up on Fletcher, which was a short jump from her home, but she’d never been there. The same could be said for the majority of the population of the Inner Sphere. Though the world was located in what had once been a slender finger of the Federated Suns, with both the Capellan Confederation and Draconis Combine in easy striking range of it, Basalt endured nothing more serious than the occasional raid down through its history. While the population was racially diverse, it had been politically stable for centuries.
The Germayne family had ruled it since the early days of the Federated Suns and the world had prospered. The people had been fiercely loyal to House Davion, and staunch allies of the Draconis March’s Sandoval family. Basalt stood ready to act as a bulwark against advances by the Combine, but they really were never called upon for more than sending troops, which they did enthusiastically.
Count Achilles Germayne had accompanied Victor Steiner-Davion to the Clan homeworld of Strana Mechty. While he had not been instrumental in the Clans’ defeat, he did fight honorably beneath Victor’s banner, and even agreed to lay down his arms when Victor called his army to do that. Later he brought a company to help Victor in the civil war against Katrina. Once that was won, he returned to Basalt. During the dark times of the Blakist uprising, he married and his wife bore him two sons, Hector and Ivan. When Stone began his reforms and Victor supported him, Achilles Germayne declared Basalt to be for Stone.
His eldest son, Hector, became the planet’s ruler upon his father’s death. Both he and his brother had two children, a son and a daughter each. Ivan died fifteen years ago in a hovercar accident and Hector took his nephew and niece into his care. While the Germayne family was hardly the wealthiest on the planet, all of them seemed more committed to public service than making money.
The Republic files, both old and the sketchy new ones, reported little else of interest about the world. By all accounts it was a beautiful place, with lots of rain forests and natural resources. The climate featured terrific lightning storms. The planet boasted mostly light industry that served the local needs and, in that way, it was lucky since it was actually self-sufficient.
A number of reports and articles, including some written back before I was born, predicted that Basalt would be the next “in” spot for tourism—citing the vast rain forests and diversity of plant and animal life as the main attractions. The follow-ups to those articles still touted the unspoiled nature of the world, but at the same time chronicled the collapse of deals designed to make luxury resort projects a viable concern there.
The only other item that really caught my attention was a profile from a business journal that covered Aldrington Emblyn. He’d come to Basalt to manage one of those failed resort projects, but had stayed on and had become “Basalt’s own Jacob Bannson.” I’m sure that was meant as a compliment. The man, in twenty short years, had amassed quite a fortune and had been linked in the news with the most beautiful of women in Basalt’s upper crust. There were even rumors of his planning to marry Sarah Germayne, Hector’s niece, but those stopped appearing a year ago.
After doing the basic research, I still couldn’t figure out why Basalt was the target, and I said as much in the briefing Janella and I gave Consuela and Kitsune. “It makes no sense. Basalt isn’t even a convenient jump point. Winning Basalt will gain no one anything.”
Kitsune half-closed his eyes. “Perhaps, Mason, Basalt is not a prize to be fitted into some grander scheme, but simply is a prize for itself. Basalt, as you have noted, plays little part in the affairs of the Inner Sphere. Perhaps this is yet true. The forces on Basalt may be content with winning Basalt for itself. After all, Helen was no more special and you have not fit it into a larger plot.”
My mouth gaped open for a moment, then snapped shut. “Yes, my lord, you raise an excellent point. Handy’s presence there may be no more significant than his reprising his role on Helen.”
Consuela regarded me with dark eyes. “You resist this notion.”
“Only because Handy is so much of a blank. He was clearly employed as an agent provocateur, but by whom and for what purpose we don’t know. For him to be employed there and then so quickly engaged on Basalt does suggest that he has a reputation, and it must be a good one since no one is going to hire him based on the events on Helen.”
“I concur, that is a problem. Moreover, a variety of Paladins have expressed concern that an individual like this is operating within The Republic. The last thing the current situation needs is agitation.” She closed her eyes for a moment or two, then set her shoulders. “We’re going to ask you if you would be willing to go to Basalt.”
I frowned. “My duty is to obey your orders, my lady.”
Consuela raised a hand. “Mason, this is not an ordinary mission. Usually you are called upon to go into the field, investigate, infiltrate, slip away and report. Most people think the Ghost Knights are called that because no one knows who they are. You know that we want them to be phantoms.
“Circumstances have changed. We are sending you into a situation where we know your contact is untrustworthy and is willing to have you apprehended or killed. He may be hiring you precisely because you are expendable. Your supposition that you are but one of many people with your talents is a good one, which means you will be in dangerous company. We can assume that, whomever is on the other side, they are equally skilled.”
“My lady, I do know my way around a battlefield.”
“I’ve seen your scores, Mason, and were we sending you into combat with Janella here by your side, or a Lament lance, I would have little worry about your ability to survive and even conquer. The fact is, you will be going in without any support. We’ll be setting you alone among wolves.”
Her choice of words let me know that one of the Paladins she’d been talking with had been Victor. I grinned. “This is a chance for me to try out my wolfhound idea.”
Consuela nodded solemnly. “Then you will do it?”
“I’m leaning that way. I need to know the parameters of my activity. If you’re right and there is combat, how far shall I go? You know there is no such thing as shooting to wound. What if I have to engage loyalist forces in combat?”
Kitsune knitted his fingers together. “You will have to defend yourself. You have no choice. You know what the limits are.”
“What about activity outside a ’Mech? There’s likely a host of felonies I’ll have to commit. I’d keep mayhem to a minimum, but I may be required to do some fairly nasty stuff.”