'Actually, they do.' Carr's tone gave no clue as to what was going on.
'Why?'
'I'd rather not say.'
'Will Pullman's lawyers tell me if I ask them?'
'I don't know. But I assure you, they want you to talk to their client.'
'This afternoon? Tonight?'
'Preferably this afternoon. As soon as it's convenient for you.'
Paul waited, but Commander Carr gave no hint of other information. 'Yes, ma'am. Is there anything I'm supposed to do or say?'
'Just say what you feel is right.'
'I'm not sure what that is, ma'am.'
'You will.' Carr paused before speaking again. 'Trust me.'
'Aye, aye, ma'am.' Paul rubbed his forehead and leaned forward a little so he could rest his elbows on his desk. His desk. For another couple of days. Most of his stuff had already been moved off of the ship and out of the stateroom which had been his cramped and crowded home for the last three years. Lieutenant Shwartz had officially relieved Paul as Combat Information Center officer and had taken over all of the ship's legal officer's duties except for the observation of Pullman's court-martial. Captain Agee, now his commanding officer, had listened carefully to Paul's report when he got back to the ship and reconfirmed Paul's orders to be there when the verdict was announced. Now, no longer responsible for his former duties and with the court-martial closed until tomorrow morning, Paul had no other tasks demanding completion.
Since I don't seem to have anything else to do, I guess I ought to follow Commander Carr's instructions. Paul stood up, grinning for a moment. I don't have anything else to do. How long has it been since I could say that? At least since I reported to this ship!
The brig watch recognized him again, not bothering to hide their surprise. They checked the access list twice and then phoned Pullman's lawyers for clearance before allowing Paul to sign in. Paul was escorted into the visiting room, bare but for the two chairs facing each other in the center of the room, and left there to await Pullman's arrival.
Paul sat, trying to hide his discomfort and uncertainty. What should he say to a man whom he was certain would be convicted tomorrow? Should he just flat out ask Pullman why he didn't seem more worried?
Pullman entered the room, saw Paul, grinned and started to walk toward him.
Paul stared at that confident smile. He remembered how Jen had reacted when she'd been in the brig, accused of crimes she hadn't committed. Jen, a tower of personal strength who'd nonetheless wavered under her imprisonment, showing her anguish at being charged with committing horrible crimes, her confusion at being singled out by authorities for something she hadn't done. Yet here was Brad Pullman, still radiating confidence despite the crimes he'd been charged with and in the face of all the evidence that had been marshaled against him. Without any halfway plausible alternative or any missing element that could really explain that evidence in any other way.
It flashed into Paul's mind then. That's what was different between this case and the one brought against Jen. He'd known something was missing from that evidence against Jen. Other people he'd talked to had known it, too. The engineering system in Jen's case supposedly hadn't had significant problems while being developed, where experience argued that all systems had such problems. Lots of people wondered about that, not just Paul. It had taken a while to find what he needed, but he and others had known what ought to be there and wasn't.
But he couldn't think of anything missing from Pullman's case. Anything that ought to be there and wasn't. Anything that would explain Pullman's attitude, why he'd still be confident. Except the words Ensign Taylor had spoken when Pullman was arrested. He figured he was too smart to play by the rules… Pullman figured he was too smart to get caught.
And too smart to be convicted.
The last shreds of doubt vanished from Paul's mind and he knew with absolute certainty. 'You did it.'
Pullman's smile finally wavered and he paused in mid-step. 'What?'
'You son of a bitch. You bastard. You did everything they said you did.'
'Paul, what the-'
'Didn't you care? You were out there with us, watching those people die on that damned asteroid, people dying because you'd sold our secrets to someone. Didn't it hurt even a little bit to watch them dying?'
Pullman had paled, his smile completely gone now. 'I didn't — '
'But you still don't care. You just did it because you believed you were smarter than us. We trusted you. Out there on the ship we personally trusted you with our lives. And you, you lying bastard, you sold our lives. You didn't even do it because you believed you were right. You didn't even really do it for money. You sold us and your word of honor because you think it's some kind of game, don't you? A game with rules you don't have to play by. A game you're still not worried about losing because you think you're too smart.' Paul turned away. 'Guess what? Game's over, and you lost. Go to hell and stay there.' He walked out, not looking back.
Everyone waited in the courtroom as 1000 came and went. Paul kept looking around, wondering where Commander Carr, David and Lieutenant Owings were. Had some last-minute evidence shown up, some proof that knocked the entire case against Pullman on its head? Paul couldn't believe such a thing could be possible. But where were the lawyers?
Pullman himself was sitting at the defense table, staring at the surface of the table without ever raising his head, finally looking like his world had caved in.
Fifteen minutes after the scheduled start of the court-martial, the door to the judge's chambers opened and the lawyers came out. Commander Carr walked briskly to the trial counsel table, apparently oblivious to the stares and murmurs of conversation her appearance had generated. David and Lieutenant Owings walked a bit more slowly to the defense table and sat down, David whispering something to Lieutenant Pullman that drew a single nod in response.
'All rise.' Judge Campbell entered, looking annoyed. The members came in as well, taking their seats. 'You may be seated,' the judge advised everyone else. 'Captain Nguyen, I regret to state that you and the other members in this court-martial may not be rendering the verdicts I know you have worked hard to reach. At the proverbial last minute the defendant has reached a plea agreement with the government.' A burst of talking erupted, earning a loud rap from Judge Campbell's gavel. 'Silence in the courtroom. Lieutenant Pullman, please approach the bench.' Brad Pullman stood up and marched to stand in front of the judge's bench. 'Bailiff, provide the defendant with a copy of the Appellate Exhibit.' The bailiff walked over to Pullman and handed him a data pad.
Judge Campbell held up a data pad of her own. 'Lieutenant Pullman, I have here the Appellate Exhibit which is part of a plea agreement between you and Commander, United States Space Forces, the convening authority. Is that your signature on the document and did you read this part of the agreement?'
Lieutenant Pullman looked down at his data pad for a moment. 'Yes, Your Honor,' Pullman replied in a flat voice.
'Did you also read and sign the second Appellate Exhibit shown there, which is also part of this agreement?'
'Yes, Your Honor.'
'Do you believe that you fully understand the agreement?'
'Yes, Your Honor.'
'I don't know, and I don't want to know at this time, the sentence limitation you have agreed to. However, I want you to read that part of the agreement over to yourself once again.' Judge Campbell waited while Pullman read. 'Without saying what it is, do you understand the maximum punishment the convening authority may approve?'
'Yes, Your Honor.'
'In this plea agreement, you agree to enter a plea of guilty to the charges and specifications, and to cooperate fully and to the best of your ability with government representatives who will question you regarding the scope, nature and all other aspects of your espionage activities. In return, the convening authority agrees to approve no sentence greater than that in the second Appellate Exhibit, which you have just read. In addition, you
