Chapters (84)
- Cover
- Also by W. Michael Gear
- Dedication
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Chapter 64
- Chapter 65
- Chapter 66
- Chapter 67
- Chapter 68
- Chapter 69
- Chapter 70
- Chapter 71
- Chapter 72
- Chapter 73
- Chapter 74
- Chapter 75
- Chapter 76
- Chapter 77
- Chapter 78
- Chapter 79
- Chapter 80
- Epilogue
Dek saw the tension lining Kalico’s brow, how it contorted the long scar that ran up from her eyebrow. “You made the right call,” he told her.
“Yeah.” Kalico exhaled wearily. “Funny thing, having Soukup here, spending that first day with him, I kept falling back into old habits. A person doesn’t realize how much they’ve changed. Who I was, who I am now. What’s important.”
“Like Private Aberash?” Talina asked. “How’s that going to go down when Soukup learns you chose to save a lowly marine instead of his exalted Board Appointed Excellence?”
“Probably have him mad enough to suck vacuum and spit ions,” Kalico answered. “Doesn’t matter. Something in the forest outside Southern Diggings took out four armored marines. What if it decides to give the mine a visit? We’ve only got a quarter of the fence up.” She frowned, asking, “Does fencing even stop this thing?”
Talina pulled up a knee, gaze distant. “We know about as much about Southern Continent as we did about the sea. And look how that turned out.”
“My point exactly.” Kalico rubbed her brow, eyes slitted.
Studying the Supervisor’s face, Dek could see the exhaustion. The woman had been at it for thirty-six hours, at least. He doubted that she’d slept a wink as the A-7 followed the search grid. Even Schulyer and Abena had taken turns sleeping.
“Kalico,” he said softly.
She gave him that wary look she always did when he used that tone.
Dek added, “We’re with you. Whatever it is, we’ll deal with it. All of us. You don’t have to carry the entire weight of Donovan on your shoulders.”
“He’s right,” Talina added. “You’re thinking from a Corporate mindset again because Soukup is triggering those brain engrams. Forget that paradigm. Donovan isn’t the Corporation, and it doesn’t function by their rules.”
“Nope.” Dek agreed. “Think it through: If Soukup orders you to step down, you can appeal, call an inquest. Your people will demand it, and we’ll hold it in Inga’s with everyone in the audience.”
“It’s all right,” Talina told her. “I’ll keep Step from leaping across the bar and strangling the guy. But we’ll all give testimony. The First and Second will record and archive it. The Third will analyze and come to the conclusion that you have the support of the people and the best interests of The Corporation at heart. Faced with those facts, Soukup will back off.”
Kalico laughed dryly. “You think that’s what’s keeping me sleepless?”
“Isn’t it enough?” Raya asked, her flat Siberian face amused.