Colonel Rigney, who had been silent to this point, turned to Schmidt. “Your friend Harry Wilson’s on the Tubingen,” he said, to Schmidt. “I just checked through my BrainPal. He’s the one who’s feeding you information.”

Schmidt opened his mouth, but Abumwe reached out to touch Schmidt on the shoulder. This as much as anything else shocked Schmidt into silence; he couldn’t remember another time Abumwe had physically touched him before. “If Hart or Harry Wilson have done anything, it’s been on my orders,” she said.

“You ordered him and Wilson to essentially spy on a Colonial Defense Forces mission,” Rigney said.

“I reminded them of their obligation to help me achieve our goals as diplomats,” Abumwe said.

“By spying on the Colonial Defense Forces mission,” Rigney repeated.

“I appreciate the attempt to run out the clock by distracting me into a side discussion, Colonel Rigney, but let’s not,” Abumwe said. “I repeat: We have a military mission on a Bula world. I’m almost certain the Bula we are negotiating with are aware of it.”

“What’s your proof of that?” Rodabaugh asked.

“Nothing hard,” Abumwe said. “But I know when people aren’t negotiating in good faith.”

“That’s it?” Rodabaugh said. “You have a feeling? You’re dealing with an alien species, for Christ’s sake. Their whole psychology is entirely different.”

“And that doesn’t matter at all, because in fact we have an illegal military outpost on this alien species’ planet,” Abumwe said. “If I am wrong, then we lose nothing. If I am right, however, then we risk the failure of the entire process.”

“What do you want from us, Ambassador?” Egan asked Abumwe.

“I want to know what’s really going on,” Abumwe said. “It’s bad enough that I went into negotiations having to deal with the possibility that the Bula would discover we snuck a military ship into their territory to remove an attacked wildcat colony, but at least I could spin that if I had to. There is no way to spin a CDF ship coming to the aid of a covert military installation.”

“It wasn’t a covert military operation,” Rigney said, leaning forward.

This got Egan’s attention. “Are you really going to do this, Abel?” she asked, turning to Rigney.

“She already knows more than she should, Liz,” Rigney said. “I don’t think a little context is going to matter at this point.” He turned back to Abumwe. “It really is a wildcat colony,” he said.

“A wildcat colony with CDF soldiers in it,” Abumwe said. The skepticism in her voice was impossible to miss.