‘You never were!’ I shouted back at him.
‘So much for our mountain idyll,’ Pagan muttered.
‘Whatever it is, rein it in,’ I told Mudge. ‘Because I mean it: if you endanger this mission, you endanger the rest of us.’
‘What, you’ll shoot me? You are so fucking butch right now,’ he spat.
‘If you can’t convince me that you’re not a liability then I’ll leave you behind,’ I told him evenly.
Morag’s programming was superb. It picked up on just how hurt Mudge was.
‘Fucking whatever. I’m good. I’ll play nicely with the other children.’ He was all but sulking. He was pissed off and defensive because I think he knew that we were right.
‘These are just words,’ Merle said, testing the boundaries.
‘The only person in this room I’m not sure will live up to their words is you,’ I told him, met his look and held it. It was difficult to outstare a cheap icon as they weren’t sophisticated enough to blink.
‘So, macho posturing aside, what are we doing out here?’ Cat asked. She provided the distraction for both of us to look away with a degree of dignity. So I told myself.
‘Operation Ungentlemanly Warfare,’ Pagan said.
‘We have a name, how exciting,’ Mudge said. I glared at him. ‘Oh lighten up.’
‘Ungentlemanly is the information part of the operation run by me. Warfare is the physical security element run by Jakob.’
‘What’s our objective?’ Merle asked. I was pleased that he said ‘our’.
‘Twofold. First Morag and I want to hack Demiurge. We need to do that without being noticed. We need to do it to find the plans for the attack on the Sol system and we also need to find a way to defeat Demiurge.’
‘Can you even do that yet?’ Cat asked. ‘I thought Demiurge was like God, only worse.’
Pagan was looking evasive.
‘Don’t piss about, Pagan,’ I told him.
‘Not yet. We have a few advantages and some avenues of research we’re following up,’ he said. I hoped they had something a bit more concrete than that Pais Badarn Beisrydd bullshit.
‘So let’s say you somehow manage to hack this scary AI…’ Merle began.
‘Its not an AI-’ Morag started.
‘So what?’ Merle cut across her.
We all stared at him, except Pagan.
‘You mean, what do we do with the information?’ he asked.
‘Yeah, I can see we infiltrate with OILO, which might not be as easy as you think, but what’s your exit strategy?’
‘We don’t have one,’ Pagan told him.
‘Then you’re wasting your time,’ Merle said.
‘Nuiko has been paid to stay in proximity to Lalande 2 while we’re planetside. She’ll be at certain orbits at certain times for the first three weeks. Morag and myself will have the co-ordinates and the times. When we get the information we need-’
‘If,’ Merle interrupted again.
‘Then we use a tight beam uplink to transmit data packets to the Tetsuo Chou.’
That made sense. Unless the Black Squadrons could directly transpose something between the uplink transmitter and the Tetsuo Chou then they had no way of intercepting the information. Presumably three weeks was a function of the clipper’s logistics.
‘And if we don’t manage this in the first three weeks?’ I asked.
‘Then it’s a seventeen-day round trip plus another day for outfitting before she returns for another three weeks. That’ll be her last trip,’ Pagan told us.
‘If she’s not intercepted,’ Merle said.
‘Her risks are no different from ours,’ I said.
I noticed that Pagan looked troubled.
‘Except that she’s a spaceship!’ Mudge cried with mock enthusiasm, his apparent new leaf now at an end.
‘Exfiltration?’ Merle asked.
‘No such thing,’ I told him. ‘Either the war ends and we get to go home, or we wait for some as yet unforeseen opportunity.’
‘And?’ Mudge suddenly asked.
Pagan looked confused. ‘And what?’
‘And Rolleston and Cronin?’
‘Demiurge is our main priority,’ Pagan replied.
‘We go after them if the opportunity presents itself,’ I said.
‘They’re not a priority?’ Mudge asked.
‘They’ve got a number of planets and a lot of space they could hide in,’ Cat said.
‘Vicar seemed to think that there was a good chance they’re on Lalande 2, some place called the Citadel,’ I told them. Because its where Satan has his throne, whatever that meant.
‘There’s maybe a slightly higher chance than good that they are on Lalande 2,’ Pagan said. Glyphs shimmered in the air in front of him and a holographic display came to life showing a three-dimensional pictographic representation of a lot of information.
‘What’s all that?’ Mudge asked.
‘Its all the info in Limbo,’ Pagan said. ‘I stole it. It was weird, almost like Sharcroft had forgot he’d employed hackers. And yes, Mudge, if we live then you can have it all. Though I’m going to find a way to get God into their secure network.’
Mudge and I stared at him. Morag was just smiling. I could tell Pagan was pleased with himself but trying to appear nonchalant.
‘This is all the information on the Cabal and the Squadrons?’ I asked, suddenly feeling a little more optimistic.
‘All that wasn’t purged,’ Pagan said. He brought one file to the fore and seemed to explode it. Text info scrawled down the holographic display, as did a series of architectural schematics that formed a three-dimensional model of what seemed to be a heavily fortified building. It looked a little like a small-scale military arcology.
‘That can’t be right,’ I said. ‘It’s made of ice.’
‘Lalande ice,’ Merle said. ‘The pressures exerted on it make it very dense. It’s harder than reinforced concrete. It’s a bitch to cut, even with industrial lasers. That’s the Citadel,’ he said. Pagan was nodding.
‘Chewed out of one of the salt-acid glaciers with microbes. It’s in the New Zealand settlement zone of the Twilight Strip, obviously close to Nightside. Despite being in New Zealand territory and despite there officially being no British presence on Lalande, this is a joint Defence Evaluation and Research Agency and CIA Directorate of Science and Technology operation.’
I wasn’t sure I was following Pagan.
‘So?’ Mudge asked.
‘It’s a Cabal front,’ Merle said.
Now we were all looking at him.
‘You knew?’ Morag asked.
Merle shrugged. ‘Just putting the dots together.’
‘He’s right. According to Sharcroft, the Cabal, which didn’t even really seem to think of itself as a conspiracy, preferred to be as decentralised as possible. Most of their meetings were virtual and took place in highly secure sanctums. After the Atlantis base the Citadel was their main facility. It was their largest and it ran Themtech research. In fact it had been doing this before the Atlantis facility because they had wanted somewhere secure and off the beaten track,’ Pagan told us.
‘It’s not that far from Moa City,’ Merle said. He was sounding more interested despite himself. ‘But that place is hard, man. I mean the security’s some of the heaviest I’ve ever seen. I had some serious clearance but I never got very far inside. If you’re going in there then you’d best have a good reason.’
‘What sort of research?’ I asked. I found myself suddenly angry. I think Pagan realised that.
