Alex pulled up a connection.
“Cady here.”
“Jace, Alex. Come down. We need advice and may need backup.”
“Arriving.”
She was at the door thirty seconds later.
Once it was closed, Alex said, “We’re discussing Plan E.” Evasion.
Jason said, “So, this Huble character is a friend of hers. He knows all her official movements, and he knows some of the campaign ones, but not the most random ones.”
“The random ones get nuisance attacks. The scheduled ones get more serious attacks.”
Cady said, “That is to be expected anyway.” She seated herself on the edge of a table.
“Yes, but these are significant attacks, escalating. They’re not massive enough to take her out, but are major enough to provoke a response from us.”
“Embarrassment?”
Alex said, “It fits. And Huble is a known bastard. This is not a surprise.”
“But he’s in her party,” Cady observed, and stared at her fingers.
“And she’s a questionable candidate-it’s very up in the air as to who might win, and she’s got a lot of baggage. But Cruk has little background. That means no dirt as well, and he’s photogenic and a good speaker, and has the incumbent edge.”
“You think they’re trying to off her to push him?”
“Sympathy vote. Remember Champion died in a ship crash a decade ago, and his son took the vote? Reginald, the son, was trailing by thirty points, but sympathy and a clean slate pushed him over the top.”
“So you think they’re deliberately looking for that?”
Aramis said, “It fits. She’s talking to a friend and relaying her movements, and they have that damned JessieM for fire correction once they’re close.”
Alex said, “I think they’re trying to either get a lucky kill or cause us to hurt her and ourselves politically.”
Jason said, “And they get to try to blame us if they set it up right, or at least decry our ‘incompetence.’ Or even eliminate us in the process, if they get lucky enough.”
Bart asked, “Do you think any of our past enemies are involved?”
Alex said, “Who knows? There are so many. None of them would mourn us. Would many of them invest money or time in it? Likely not. It’s bad for existing business. A couple of them are completely out of the field, too, and not players.”
Alex sighed.
Shaman spoke up. “The problem is, we aren’t investigators and have limited resources. We can’t depose anyone or go digging too deeply. So we’re doing this based on available raw intelligence and our own problem-solving ability. We’re good, but this is not our field. What we need to stick to is how urgent and significant we think a threat is, and go from there.”
That was a clear summation.
Jason said, “It’s clear the threats and tactics are escalating. It’s not a case of if they’ll reach critical, but when. We need to pull her out before then.” He stared at the screened charts, hoping for enlightenment.
Bart said, “I’d do so now. It registers as unholdable. What is the word?”
“Untenable,” Aramis said. “Whether or not we can, I agree we certainly should. I have my own reasons, of course.” His jaw clenched as he spoke.
Shaman asked, “What else can we tell, though? Who? Who have they hired?”
Jason said, “They’re increasingly good. My guess is they’re not amateurs, but are playing it. An obvious pro hit would be bad. An accident or faction split would be beneficial to the campaign.”
Aramis said, “Wait, there could be some interest in a faction, too.”
Alex nodded. “Yes, but I don’t think we have time to figure out all those connections. We should try, of course, but that’s secondary to the power behind it.”
“Still, they escalate until they succeed, and blame whichever group is nearest, most likely, most interested at that moment, had a previous interest, doesn’t really matter.”
Elke said, “They are going to try to take us out, too. They can either then play the ‘We’re all allies’ card or the ‘mercenary bastards had it coming’ card. Which means they’ll be better placed for any followup against her.”
Cady offered, “They might also try for us as a secondary target, getting them closer to her.”
Alex grinned. “That sounds almost vid. Would any of their people trust them?”
“They’d bring in second stringers,” Aramis said. “Other agents borrowed under the exigencies of the situation, from some bureau they don’t like as well.”
Jason remembered something from a year past and said, “Like the Nutrition and Medication people caught in that payoff scandal.”
Alex sounded unimpressed. “That would almost be obvious.”
Aramis shrugged. “Not to the typical vid watcher.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right. But it doesn’t matter who at this point. They’re not our concern, and in that particular case, the bastards have it coming.”
Cady said, “Right. Our concern is keeping us alive, her alive, and disabling their attack. That’s all tied for first. Anything else is second.”
Shaman said, “Assuming we do positively ID the threat, we cannot tell her. Nor discuss it meantime. Between her and her friend, and JessieM, we might as well flash a bulletin to the enemy directly.”
“Concur.”
“So we’re going to string along until almost the last minute, and try to bail before the hit happens, close enough that the attempt is made so we’re provably right.”
Elke said, “What could possibly go wrong?”
Alex said, “She’ll refuse to believe me. I’ll put fifty on it.”
“No bet,” she said, sounding sad.
CHAPTER 20
Alex was quite sure his logical appeals to Highland would be a waste of time, but he was required to make an attempt. He looked at Cady.
“Highland is probably going to resist the idea. I’ll need backup from you later. For now, I need you to let us go.”
Cady said, “It would be better if you didn’t tell me this and just did it. But I understand. I’ll delay my people as long as possible. I’ll prep for interception later. Are we telling Corporate?”
“Eventually, by coded message. The one I sent today just tells them I’m about to go to earth. Meyer trusts me.”
Cady said, “He trusts you, while he swallows handfuls of stress relievers.”
“Yeah, well he has that luxury.”
“I’ll be ready. Good luck, Alex.” She smiled and offered a hand.
“Thanks,” he said, and shook.
Cady turned and left. He waited three minutes, then walked to Highland’s section. Aramis went with him, with a nod.
Leitelt and Branson were on duty, checked his name as a formality, and waved him in. He knew them by sight only. Cady had twenty-eight people now, in three teams.
JessieM received him first.
“Chief Marlow, how are you today?”
“Very good, Jessie, thank you. Is Ms. Highland busy?”
Jessie nodded her head toward the inner office. “She’s conducting a recorded interview. It should be done in a few minutes.”
“I have a security issue to discuss. We can wait.”
“I’ll ping her screen,” Jessie said, and swiped across her own interface.
Two minutes later, Elke, Jason and Shaman came in, looking relaxed and casual in sport shirts for local daywear. It was disarming camouflage for what they were about to do.
JessieM looked at them a bit quizzically, but monitored her screen and after a couple of minutes said, “You can go in now.”
“Thank you.”
He took one deep breath, knocked as a courtesy and pushed the door in.
“Good morning, ma’am. Thank you for seeing me again.”
“What can I do for you, Chief Marlow? I’m afraid I only have about ten minutes before my next call.”
“That’s plenty, ma’am,” he said. He stayed standing as he said, “The first item is that we know why the threats are escalating. They make you popular. The original intents seem to have been to embarrass you out of the race. Then they attempted to make you afraid. Then to make you look incompetent. At each level, though, your visibility and popularity increase. You’re the underdog. So now they’re concertedly trying to kill you.”