"And what about the blood in my airlock?"
"Leftovers from the operation, drained out of your 'doc. That was to make the Goldskins think you'd killed me."
"You framed me."
"Of course." She saw my expression and went on. "Oh, don't feel so bad about it. Without a body there's no case. You weren't going to prison."
"Says you."
"Hey, you volunteered for a brain blank. You knew you were getting in to something deep and you accepted that risk, for which I paid you well. You're a big boy. Act like one."
She had me there, but I was still angry and her attitude didn't help. I stalked off as well as one can stalk in two and a half percent gravity, and went and looked at the telescope. Plants don't interest me, and Bodyguard was asleep. I didn't want to look at her, so the scope was the default.
She came over after a while. "Look, I'm sorry I set you up. I had to do what I had to do."
"You didn't have to do it to me."
She smiled, and despite what I'd said her face was as beautiful as before. "You're a good pilot, you've got a good reputation, and Dr. Helis said you had the right kind of autodoc on board. I needed the best." I looked at her, met her eyes, and I could tell she was used to getting what she wanted by smiling.
I wasn't biting. I went back to looking through the scope. She tried again. "Look, do you want Reston Jameson to win?"
I looked at her. "Win what? Against the rockjacks?" I shrugged. "If I had to choose sides I'd choose the rockjacks, just because I side with independent operators in general. Only I don't have to choose sides. It isn't my war."
"Interesting you should use the phrase 'war.' That's exactly what it is, and like it or not it is your war."
I knew what she meant but I was still angry enough to make her drag it out of me. "No. It isn't."
"So how's business been lately?" She arched an eyebrow at me. "Booked right up with contracts?"
"Everyone knows the strike is hurting the economy. That doesn't make it my war."
"Oh no?" She smirked again. "And how many bidders do you think you're going to get for your services when Jameson gets a stranglehold on mining?"
"I can fly outsystem."
"Sure you can. And so can every other singleship pilot once Jameson tightens the screws. Eighty percent of the singleship market in Known Space is in the Belt, and ninety percent of that is in support of the rockjacks. You're all going to find the pickings pretty slim out of the colonies."
"So what's your point?"
"Reston Jameson plans on setting himself up as emperor, nothing less. He's going to break the rockjacks, and once he does that he's going to break the singleship pilots, and once he controls Earth's resource base and the means of transporting it, he's going to de facto rule Earth, and through Earth the colonies."
"That's insane. The UN won't allow it."
"They won't have any choice but to allow it. Earth is completely reliant on space resources, the UN can't afford to have the Belt cut off raw materials. Even if they had a choice they wouldn't act. He's already bought half the Security Council." I looked skeptical and she went on, her tone sharpening. "Who do you think planned this with him?"
"You?"
"Me. We've been putting this together for years, manipulating the market, forcing the rockjacks into a corner so they'd have to strike, and so we'd have an excuse to break them, with Belt government backing. I'm his financial wizard, he couldn't have done it without me."
"So why did you turn on him?"
She bit her lower lip and looked away. "At first it was just a game, at least it seemed that way." She laughed. "We were young, anything seemed possible but at the same time it all seemed so far away." She looked back to me. "Did you ever hear the story of the two soldiers who set out to become generals?"
I shook my head. "No."
"Each one made sure to compliment the other in his absence to their superiors, and slowly but surely they advanced ahead of their peers until they reached their goal. We were like that, we structured the social environment, set up our competition in the Consortium to fail, got ourselves senior positions, and then directorships. It worked better than I could ever have imagined."
Realization dawned. "You were lovers."
She nodded. "Yes, we were."
"So again, why . . . ?"
"Because absolute power corrupts absolutely." She paused, and for the first time I saw real emotion in her controlled, beautiful features. "He doesn't love me anymore, he stopped loving me when he fell in love with power. He's lost it, lost any connection between the ends and the means."
"What does that mean?"
"There's still a threat from the UN, from the Navy. Military intervention could stop us cold, so he has a plan. If Earth doesn't go along with our program he's going to drop asteroids on them."
"The Navy would never let them get close."
"The Navy will never see them coming. He has a thing, a Slaver stasis field in reverse. It just absorbs energy, even neutrino radar. He's had a secret lab working on it for the last ten years." Opal shook her head slightly, as if she couldn't quite believe what she was saying. "Ten years. He never told me. I found out by accident." There was pain in her voice, and it occurred to me that perhaps Reston Jameson's larger crime in her eyes was not his unbridled ambition but his refusal to fully share it with her.
"So you turned him in?"
"Do you think I shouldn't have?"
And I had no answer for that. Her motivations were probably wrong, but it was still the right thing to do. I changed the subject. "Now what?"
"I know Reston. Right now he's setting the stage so that when we turn up dead he can
