conference. We may need to debark and walk a short distance, probably not over one hundred meters. You may need your protective mask.”
“I understand,” she said, and smirked. She actually liked the idea of getting into a fight. Elke decided she wasn’t all bad after all. Though of course, Highland’s goal was PR. Elke’s goal was hurting people who needed hurt.
She watched principal peripherally, and gave most of her attention out the window. The windows were high quality one-way transparencies, so the crowd had no idea how their antics were perceived. On Celadon, they’d escalated to urination and very disgusting gestures. Here, they settled for childish faces, hand signs, and waving placards. It was so sweet that they thought anyone cared.
Still, they increased in number and density. She revised her estimates on everything from smoke to concussion charges, and waited.
Lionel called back, “They’re swarming in close. If I continue, I’ll be pushing people aside, and some may fall. If I stop, we won’t be able to proceed. They’ll probably lie down in front of us.”
Jason said, “Given the cultures, I expect some of them are quite willing to be martyrs for visibility.”
Alex said, “Move until you have to stop. We’ll repeat the gas then. I don’t want to overuse it.”
That was why he was in charge, Elke reflected. Her reality did not match the illusion created by governments and media. She’d simply escalate violence until everyone left or was dead. Few people, and no governments, had the moral strength to do so. Still, she’d hope for her small part to play.
Jessie shivered, and Highland twitched now and then, seeming quite nervous. Facade aside, she obviously saw the real world threat here.
Lionel said, “I’m blocked. Solidly penned by bodies.”
“Pop gas,” Alex ordered.
Once again the crowd shrieked and ran. However, thumping noises indicated people collapsed against the vehicle.
Lionel said, “Front wheels are blocked. The subjects are persistent and seem to have restrained themselves.”
That was a very calm report for an incident that was about to get exciting.
Alex said, “We’re proceeding on foot. Nonlethal force only. Elke, note that.”
“Nonlethal,” she repeated. That was frustrating, but she had nonlethal toys she wanted to bring into play.
“Ma’am, Elke will lead you. Hold onto her jacket. Jessie, hold onto Shaman’s. Bart and Aramis lead. Jason right wing. Lionel, proceed when you can. If they refuse to yield, call me and the military.”
Everyone shuffled around, bracing, clutching and ready. They all held stun batons and Elke had her fingers on a fun gadget she hoped to use.
Alex said, “Report if not ready… go.”
Aramis raised the door and sprang out to the rear. Bart shoved his way out and around forward. Elke followed, feeling Highland’s hands on the tail of her coat. I bet the bitch is glad of the suit now, rather than some stupid robe, she thought.
Behind her, Alex went out the other door.
The crowd was well-distant, and the humid air still bore a whiff of… ugly. There was no way to describe that manufactured smell, but even parts per billion were awful. They moved forward as Aramis zapped one of the bodies at the front of the car. Yes, the blazen had wedged himself in tight, so he couldn’t disperse when the gas hit.
She zapped him again, just to make sure, then joined the formation as they jogged forward. It should take only a half minute to reach the gate. The security guards there were locals, and made no effort to extend a safe corridor. Elke had expected them to be useless.
The crowd started to collapse back in, shouting angrily. It was probable some of Highland’s fans had taken badly to being stink-gassed.
Alex had said nonlethal, and Elke complied. She tossed one disk left and behind, the other right and behind.
“Watch eyes,” she said, a half second before they ignited.
They lit, and behind her, Alex swore. They were visible even in daylight, thought granted it was overcast.
The hundred bulbs in each ignited over the span of two seconds in a chain of reports. They sounded a lot like automatic weapon fire. However, they were mere noisemakers, plus zirconium dust with some enhancements. Anyone looking at that should be flash-blind for several minutes, because the output was close to 5000 lumens. There was also a strong chance of epileptic response.
In fact, as they passed the leading Grumbly, one of the troops swayed and collapsed. They were certainly taking a beating on this simple convoy trip.
Still, the team reached the gate unharmed, which was the point.
“Open, please,” Alex said. Yes, they’d actually kept the gate locked and closed. Elke turned to keep herself between principal and crowd, and they huddled around their two charges. The mob seemed well-cowed at this point, refusing to approach, but settling for hurling gestures, epithets and the occasional chunk of garbage.
Eventually, the simpering monkeys rolled the gate just enough to allow the party to back through individually. Elke squeezed her shoulders past the polymer columns, and they were in, surrounded by media. While she appreciated their ability to ablate explosive threats, she had no other use for them.
The gate slid shut again as Alex came in last.
Highland, of course, was immediately in front of the cameras.
“… it is a privilege to be here today, despite certain elements harassing my loyal supporters and attempting to deter me. This just confirms my support and determination to see all these processes-the environmental summit, the cultural divide, and my own service to humanity-through to what some would call the end, but what I like to think of as a new beginning.”
Very pretty, Elke thought. Now can we get inside? Some of the protesters were trying to push closer, and some looked to have a giant slingshot ready. Yes, they did, with paint.
Fortunately, a transparent shield moved into place behind the gate. Highland had been last to arrive.
Elke heard someone ask, “Why was your motorcade singled out for harassment?”
“We were last to arrive, due to some scheduling matters, so we were easy to place. Please note I have many more supporters than detractors, and I appreciate their peaceful presence in the face of rudeness.”
“Is that ‘rudeness’ why your security detail used dispersal gas?”
“I always prefer a peaceful response. In this case, there were elements presenting a risk to my supporters, and the military women and men escorting me. Gunfire was involved. My security contractors took unpleasant but necessary steps, the minimum necessary, to ensure the safety of all. Even after this response, my vehicle was blocked by extremists, so we left the vehicle despite the threat and proceeded on foot. I of course am sorry the incident happened.”
She hadn’t actually blamed them, but she’d certainly deflected all focus to them. The bitch.
With that, Highland gave a regal nod and started walking. They fell in around her, as contract and professionalism required, though Elke wished to be elsewhere.
No luck. As the female present she was required, for visibility. Gender didn’t matter, so Highland made as much of it as possible. On the other hand, both Christian and Muslim extremists disliked that, so Elke decided going along with it wasn’t entirely bad. She could sit, stay awake and watch for threats while ignoring diplophrasing if that’s what was called for.
They made their way directly into the main hall, which had been dressed up to make it look less like a gymnasium and more like a dressed up gymnasium. Highland’s box was the only one left, with seats for three. That was because no one had mentioned the Ripple Creek detail, which was a good thing, but it meant one of them standing.
Elke decided she’d stand. Even the glee of her new device working as planned might not keep her awake through hours of speeches. Besides, she’d be more visible for Highland that way.
Aramis hurt after twenty minutes of sitting in a chair. The seats were stiff, hard and apparently designed for appearance only. He made a gesture and swapped out with Elke. That would let him stretch and shift. It would be imperceptible to most people, but would be more comfortable. His shoulders hated him for those armrests. They
