The good news, she thought, is that sheer terror is probably going to encourage the rest of the garrison to turn themselves in before someone catches up and murders them. The bad news is that I never wanted anything like this to happen. I promised them justice, not animal vengeance, and I won’t let myself or people under my command be turned into the very thing I hate!

She drew a deep breath and looked up from the console.

“I suppose I can’t really blame them for wanting to get even either,” she said quietly, and saw her friends’ eyes flicker to the dead side of her own face. She ignored that and shook her head. “Nonetheless, we have our own responsibilities as civilized human beings, and that means we can’t let this pass unchallenged, however much we may sympathize with the killers’ motivations. Warner,” she turned her good eye on the Peep officer, “I want you to talk to the prisoners. I know they hate you… and I know you hate talking to them. But you’re the closest thing we’ve got to a neutral party.”

She paused, watching him intently. His expression was pinched, but finally he nodded.

“Thank you,” she said softly.

“What do you want me to say to them, Ma’am?”

“Tell them what’s been happening. Explain to them that I don’t want it to go on, but that I simply don’t have the manpower to stop it or patrol the entire island.”

McKeon twitched unhappily in his chair at that, and she gave him a crooked half-grin.

“It’s not going to come as any surprise to them, Alistair, and it’s not like we’ll be giving away critical military information! Besides, prison guards are always outnumbered by their prisoners. The whole reason to build a prison is to economize on your guard force, and these people certainly know that if anyone does! And if they get any ideas, all they have to do is look up at the tribarrels in the watch towers around their compound to see why acting on them would be a serious mistake.”

She held his gaze for a moment, until he grinned back wryly and shrugged, then returned her attention to Caslet.

“Point out to them that the only way I can possibly guarantee their fellows’ safety, even temporarily, is by bringing them in where I can put them under guard to protect them from their ex-slaves. And, Warner,” her voice turned much grimmer, “you can also tell them that I really don’t especially want to protect any of them, because I don’t. But that doesn’t change my responsibilities.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Caslet said, but he also looked down at his hands for several seconds, then sighed. “I’ll tell them, Ma’am, and I know it’s the truth,” he told her. “But I’ll feel like a liar, knowing what’s waiting for them.”

“Should we just let the guilty walk away unpunished then?” she asked gently, and he shook his head quickly.

“No, Ma’am. Of course not. I’ve seen too much of what StateSec has done—not just to these people, but to you and your people. For that matter, to people I know were loyal officers who did their very best but—” He broke off with an angry grimace. “Someone has to call them to account. I know that. It’s just—”