Title: Redstone Chapter 13, Part 1.
It was the kind of day where Tamara felt like she started
things off with bad news and bounced to worse. It began with getting word that
she was going to need to finagle a way to break into Harrison’s office and
steal information that was undoubtedly heavily encrypted, not to mention
dealing with all the other security measures in place, before moving on to a
call with the president himself.
“They aren’t allowing me very much access,” Tamara said
ruefully, trying to turn President Alexander’s situation to potentially benefit
her new mission. “I haven’t had verification of his status for over twenty-four
hours, which I know was in your
original instructions to the staff. Warden Harrison assures me that the system
goes down every now and then and there’s nothing he can do to speed it up,
but—”
“It’s better that you don’t insist.” Raymond Alexander’s
dark eyes were utterly motionless, gazing out of the holoscreen like tiny,
sentient black holes. “The Warden knows how to run his facility. Once the
monitoring system is active again, you can reinitiate updates.”
“But the Senate’s special council said that twenty-four hour
updates were the absolute minimum
that we should be documenting, and I don’t want a lapse in protocol to come
back and hurt you if it’s investigated.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that, Tamara.” President Alexander
smiled. “I’m sure I’ll survive any investigation, under the circumstances. Just
do your best.” He cut the communication and Tamara gave in to the urge to bare
her teeth at the screen. Of fucking course
he would survive any investigation, because he’d pin the blame for the lapse in
oversight squarely on her. Poor
little natural, they’re really practically children, it was so kind of him to
give her a chance but really he should have known better than to pass that sort
of responsibility on to someone so obviously damaged.
“You goddamn son of a bitch,” Tamara muttered. She did some mental
math and evaluated the bits and pieces she had on hand that might enable her to
do the sort of breaking and entering that she now needed to do. Her stocks came
up abysmally low. Not enough stored energy to zap a control panel, not enough
hardware to manually get through the system, not enough shielding to block
herself from oversight. Not, no, nope, nuh-uh. “Well, shit.”
Admiral Liang had been the one to pass the assignment to
her, but Tamara knew the originator of the idea had been Garrett. It was risky,
sending out multiple high-energy transmissions per day, but she needed more
information, and fast. She put a new number into her cadged-together
transmitter and sent it out into space. “Answer,” she muttered as she chewed on
a fingernail. It was a habit she’d never quite been able to kick, and one that
made her father perennially roll his eyes at her. “Answer…c’mon now…”
“Talk to me, Hummingbird.”
Tamara sighed in relief. There was no fighting some
instincts, it seemed, including flashing back to her teenage years and Garrett
being the only person she could stand while she was trying to come to grips
with her new life on Pandora. Just hearing his voice made her shoulders relax a
bit. “You know, you’re asking a hell of a lot here.”
“I wouldn’t ask if I didn’t think you could do it.”
“Oh really?” Tamara being happy to talk to Garrett didn’t
preclude her bitching him out. “And how am I supposed to do it given my current
resources, which don’t include anywhere near the amount of hardware I need to get
into a closed system inside a closed room in a part of the building that I’m
only ever allowed into with an escort? An escort, by the way, that there’s
absolutely no chance of me being able to take out. I am not that kind of fighter and I don’t want to give anyone here any
ideas about throwing me into the Pit alongside the rest of those poor fuckers.”
“You can’t repurpose pieces from a bot to help you handle
the mechanics?”
“I don’t have access
to bots, they’re not allowed in the guest suites,” Tamara snapped. “And even if
I did, I’m not Wyl! I’ve got the basics of mechanical repurposing down, but I’m
not an expert. Why can’t Wyl do the break-in?”
“Because he’s isolated away from that part of the prison and
is being watched more carefully.”
“Yeah, well, without his help I’m not sure what I’m going to
be able to do here. Especially not fast.”
There was a moment’s pause. “You can get in touch with Wyl
though, right?”
“As long as he’s equipped to detect the code as well as transmit
it, yes.” Tamara had been force-fed Morse during her stay at the Academy, and
was relieved that she hadn’t had to learn on the fly to be part of this
operation.
“If you can get in touch with him and let him know what you
need, then he can build it.”
“Great.” Except for the obvious problem left over. “And I
then pick it up how? He can’t come to me, and I’m not allowed to go to him. I’m
not even allowed into the medical facilities
without a dozen people surrounding me.”
“You’re going to have to find
a way to connect, Hummingbird. And quickly.” Another pause, a quick shuffle and
then— “I have to go, I’ve got a committee meeting in two minutes. Talk to Wyl.”
The transmission ended. Tamara took a moment to lean over
and bang her head into her pillow to muffle a brief scream of frustration. “Make it happen,” she muttered snidely as
she took apart the comm unit and reconfigured it to send out a Morse signal. “Figure out a miracle already, get your shit together,
do the impossible. Fuck you, I’ll figure it out and then I’ll rub it in
your face, mister. In your stupid, pretty face.”
The light on the new communicator flicked on. Tamara put it
down on the floor, made sure things were set to receive as well, then tapped
her first message.
Hello from a little
bird.
She wasn’t directly connected to the structure of the
prison, so she wasn’t entirely sure her message would get through. It should, and it should still be the sort
of thing that, if picked up by Redstone’s communications grid, was dismissed as
extraneous noise, but she didn’t want to count on it. The shorter her
transmissions, the better.
Less than a minute later, she got a message back. Of course
she did, Wyl was on top of things. Tamara nodded along as she translated. Hello little bird. How’s the nest?
Secure so far. Too
secure, maybe. Need to see other nest, no equipment, no way in.
There was a long pause. Big
nest?
Ahh, no. Tamara was brave where it counted, but she wasn’t
Robbie. There was no way she was going into the black heart of Redstone unless
she was forced there. Small, but
important. Help?
Could. Maybe. Me/R in?
Prob no. Eyes, ears, hands on us. Frowny face.
Oh for fuck’s sake, he’d Morse-coded an emoticon. It was so…twenty-first
century of him. Tamara smiled despite herself.
Me in. Work on way,
but need equip for B&E. Help?
Maybe. Call again
tomorrow. Same time.
Well, it was better than Tamara had thought they’d do right
off the bat. Good. Thanks.
Owe me so much
espresso. Real beans not fake.
A kilo of real coffee beans could cost as much as a top of
the line communication unit these days. Tamara would charge it to Garrett. Only the best.
Good. No more
messages came in the nest minute, and Tamara took the communicator apart once
again.
Well. Now she just had to figure out how to find a way to
meet with Wyl in person and get whatever he managed to make for her, then how
to sneak herself into the Warden’s office and tap into his personal computer
system. All without being seen. Because of course she did. No problem. None
whatsoever.
“Keep telling yourself that,” she whispered as she got off
her bed and headed for the shower. She felt strung out and sweaty now; hot
water wouldn’t wash away her worries, but at least it would take care of the
smell.
***
The funny thing about habits learned in early childhood, as
far as Demarcos was concerned, was that you never really outgrew them. The
Towers of Bayt were enormous, Frankenstein creations birthed from the skeletons
of the colony ships. Because of the vital ship structures colonists had been
able to access as they built, the bones of the buildings, those massive,
awkward edifices, were made not of durable plasticene meta-materials that
resisted impact and vibration and had a dozen other safety features built in.
They were metal: old, hard metal that itself had been recycled out of the ruins
of Kuala Lumpur’s greatest skyscrapers. On a planet where keeping up your
technology was hard, especially in the beginning thanks to the dust storms,
communication between different sections of the buildings happened along those
metal bones. They were beaten out in a variant of Morse code, in fact.
Demarcos kept his communicator wide open when he was alone
in his quarters, monitoring as many frequencies as he possibly could inside
Redstone. He didn’t expect to get access to the internal coms between Redstone
workers, but occasional bits and pieces of code from the medical unit came in
unshielded. It was the one part of the prison that had to be able to connect
with everyone who worked there apart from Harrison’s comm, and so had the
broadest reach.
He hadn’t been looking for anything other than that. The
faint lines of fuzz that floated across his screen were, at first, taken as
spatial interference. Nothing important, nothing vital. Except…
Demarcos blinked and looked at the lines again. Was that a…dash?
Not an actual dash, but appearing in a rhythm that seemed familiar. And then a
dot, a dot, and another…what the fuck?
He launched himself away from his desk and hunched over the
comm unit, tracking the interference and trying to make sense of it. Was that a…it
was a word.
Good.
The fuzz vanished after that, no more to be seen even though
he held his breath waiting for it. Demarcos finally exhaled, but he didn’t
relax. That was genuine code, ancient code, which meant that someone here was
passing notes that they didn’t want the powers that be to know about. Demarcos
wasn’t sure what that meant, but he knew one thing.
He was going to find out.
Because of the vital ship structures colonists had been able to access as they built, the bones of the buildings, those massive, awkward edifices, were made not of durable plasticene meta-materials that resisted impact and vibration and had a dozen other safety features built in.
ReplyDeletethink this sentence needs a bit of rework, had to read it a few times to figure out what you were trying to convey
Sorry for the weirdness, and the lateness of my reply! You're right, it needs sprucing. I'll full body tackle it before I try to do anything else with it :/
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