wasn't completely alone this time as he reported as ordered to Major Steuben.
'Go on through, Lieutenant,' said the faceless guard who took Huber's weapons. 'He's waiting for you.'
Huber walked down the hall to the office at the end. The door was open again, but this time Steuben dimmed his holographic display as Huber approached. The major even smiled, though that was one of those things that you didn't necessarily want to take as a good omen.
'Close the door behind you, Lieutenant,' Steuben said as Huber raised his hand to knock. 'I want to discuss what happened last night. How would you -- '
He waited till the panel closed behind Huber's weight; it was a much sturdier door than it looked from the thin plastic sheathing on the outside.
' -- describe the event?'
'Sir,' Huber said. He didn't know what Steuben expected him to say. The truth might get some good people into difficulties, so in a flat voice he lied, 'I was eating with my deputy in a restaurant she'd chosen. When we went out to get into her aircar, we were set on by thugs who'd been breaking into cars. Fortunately some off-duty troopers were passing nearby and came to our aid. My deputy went home in her own vehicle -- '
He sure hoped she had. He didn't have a home number to call Hera at, and the summons waiting at Huber's billets to see the Provost Marshal at 0600 precluded Huber from waiting to meet Hera when she arrived at office.
' -- and I returned to my quarters with the fellows who'd rescued us.'
'Want to comment on the shooting?' Steuben asked with a raised eyebrow. 'The use of powerguns in the middle of Benjamin?'
'Sir,' Huber said, looking straight into the hard brown eyes of Colonel Hammer's hatchetman, 'I didn't notice any shooting. I believe the business was handled with fists alone, though some of the thugs may have had clubs.'
Steuben reached into his shirt pocket and came out with a thin plastic disk. He flipped it to Huber, who snatched it out of the air. It was the pitted gray matrix which had held copper atoms in place in a powergun's bore; a 1-cm empty, fired by a pistol or sub-machine gun.
Specifically, fired from Huber's pistol.
'Sir, I don't have anything useful to say about this,' Huber said. The bastard across the desk could only kill him once, so there wasn't any point in going back now. 'If it came from the scene of the fight, it must have been fired after we left there.'
'It's old news, Lieutenant,' Steuben said, 'and we won't worry about it. If there had been a shooting incident ... let's say, if you'd shot one or more citizens of the UC, you'd have been dismissed from the Regiment. It's very possible that you'd have been turned over to the local authorities for trial. Our contract with the UC really is in the balance as a result of what happened at Rhodesville.'
'Then I'm glad there wasn't any shooting, sir,' Huber said. 'I intend to stay inside the Liaison Office for the foreseeable future so that there won't be a repetition.'
The holographic scenes on the major's wall weren't still images as Huber had thought the first time he'd seen them. What had initially been a tiny dot above the horizon had grown during the interview to a creature flying at a great height above the snowfields.
Steuben giggled. Huber felt his face freeze in a rictus of horror.
'Aren't you going to tell me it isn't fair, Lieutenant?' the major said. 'Or perhaps you'd like to tell me that you're an innocent victim whom I'm making the scapegoat for political reasons?'
For the first time since the the ambush at Rhodesville, Huber felt angry instead of being frightened or sick to his stomach. 'Sir, you know it's not fair,' he said, much louder than he'd allowed his voice to range before in this room. 'Why should I waste my breath or your time? And why should you waste my time?'
'I take your point, Lieutenant,' the major said. He rose to his feet; gracefully as everything he did was graceful. He was a small man, almost childlike; he was smiling now with the same curved lips as a serpent's. 'You're dismissed to your duties -- unless perhaps there's something you'd like to ask me?'
Huber started to turn to the door, then paused with a frown. 'Sir?' he said. 'How many people could have given Harris's Commando -- given Solace -- accurate information as to when a single platoon was landing at Rhodesville?'
'Besides members of the Regiment itself?' Steuben said, his reptilian smile a trifle wider. Huber nodded tersely. He wasn't sure if the question was serious, so he treated it as though it was.
'A handful of people within the UC government certainly knew,' the major said. 'A larger number, also people within the government or with connections to it, could probably have gotten the information unattributably. But it wasn't something that was being discussed on the streets of Rhodesville, if that's what you meant.'
'Yes sir,' said Huber. 'That's what I meant.'
He went out the door, closing it behind him as he'd been told to do the first time he'd left Major Steuben's presence. It was good to have the heavy panel between him and the man in that room.
He walked quickly. There was a lot of work waiting in Log Section; and there was another job as well, a task for the officer who'd been commanding platoon F-3 when it landed at Rhodesville.
Huber hadn't forgotten Kolbe or the crew of Foghorn; and he hadn't forgotten what he owed their memory.
Hera Graciano arrived at Log Section half an hour after Huber and the sergeant got back from Base Alpha, well before the staff was expected to show up for work. She stepped in, looking surprised to find the Slammers at their consoles.
'I rearranged things a bit.' Huber said with a grin. 'I moved my desk into the main office here; I figure we can use Captain Cassutt's office for a break room or something, hey?'
'Well, if you like ...' Hera said. 'But I don't think ...'
'If they see me ...' Huber explained quietly. Sergeant Tranter watched with the care of an enlisted man who knows that the whims of his superiors may mean his job or his life. 'Then it's easier for them to believe we're all part of the same team. Given the number of factions in the UC right at the moment, I'd like there to be a core of locals who figure I'm on whatever their side is.'
'I'm very sorry about last night!' Hera said, bowing her head in the first real confusion Huber had noticed in her demeanor. She crossed the room quickly without glancing at Tranter by the door. 'That isn't normal, even for my brother. I think something's gone wrong with him, badly wrong.'
'Any one you walk away from,' Huber said brightly. He was immensely relieved to learn that Hera was all right, but he really didn't want to discuss either last night or the wider situation with her. 'I'm paid to take risks, after all. Let's let it drop, shall we?'
'Yes,' she said, settling herself behind her desk. Her expression was a mixture of relief and puzzlement. 'Yes, of course.'
Hera hadn't powered up the privacy shield as yet, so Huber could add smilingly, 'By the way -- does the UC have a central population registry? An office that tracks everybody?'
'What?' Hera said in amazement. 'No, of course not! I mean, do other planets have that sort of thing? We have a voter's list, is that what you mean?'
'Some places are more centralized, yeah,' Huber said, thinking of the cradle to grave oversight that the Frisian government kept on its citizens. Those who stayed on the planet, at least; which was maybe a reason to join a mercenary company, though the Colonel kept a pretty close eye on his troopers as well.
Through the White Mice ...
'No matter,' he continued. 'Would you download a list of all the Regiment's local employees and their home addresses to me before you get onto your own work, Hera? It may be in this console I inherited from the good captain, but I sure haven't been able to locate it.'
'Yes, of course ...' she said, bringing her console live. She seemed grateful for an excuse to look away from Huber. Last night had been a real embarrassment to her.
One more thing to thank her brother for. It was pretty minor compared to the rest of what Huber suspected Patroklos was involved in, though.
Other clerks were coming in to the office; perhaps merely to make a good impression on the new director, but maybe they'd heard about the business last night and hoped to get more gossip. Huber grinned blandly and set to
