“Too bad,” Williams said. “But it will keep her out of trouble.”
“Not lucky enough,” Bedford said curtly. “I gave you your warning. Unless you’ve thought better of it, and come to discuss… “
“Are you impaired in some way, Bedford? I told you I didn’t come here to talk to you. I thought I made it clear the last time we met that I have nothing to say to you,” Chris interrupted. He held Bedford’s eyes just long enough, and then turned away from him as though dismissing him from consideration.
“You know what he’s doing here?” Chris asked Williams directly.
Williams stared at him without answering, although Chris thought he’d seen a flicker of approval at one point while Chris was addressing Bedford.
“Jesse Bradford is 18 years old. Is this guy your idea of a good choice for an immortal overlord? Is this the world you want, Williams?” Chris asked, looking around. “It’s a very pleasant one, I admit, if you ignore having to get froggy for a cold-blooded son of a bitch who’ll discard you like a worn muppet when he doesn’t want something from you.”
There was an uncomfortable silence.
“You always were a self-righteous bastard,” Williams finally said.
Bedford smiled. “Why shouldn’t those who can afford it and their friends have comfortable lives and as many children as they want, and give their families resets every year, and still live to 200 or even more?”
Chris ignored him. “How are Becca and Sonya?” he asked, staring at Williams, and only Williams. “You see, I know what drives you. It’s what the Laws were designed for, to at least grant everyone the opportunity to watch their youngest child grow up, and get to know their grandchildren. It’s the best people hoped for, what drove them for thousands of years before Longevity came along.
“Do you think Bedford cares about any of that?”
“Save your propaganda for someone who’s weak-minded enough to fall for it,” Bedford said. “It’s still about a commodity. One that some can purchase for themselves and their loved ones, and others can’t. We will never be able to make it available to everyone, nor should we. We live on a small planet with limited resources. That doesn’t mean the best and the brightest should be denied the benefits of what they’ve built.”
Chris ignored him; didn’t even glance at him. “He’s so far from human already, after only 100 years, that he can’t even remember where he came from. You heard about Jesse and Mickey. Is that what you bargained for? Is this the world you want, Williams?” Chris asked again. “Is it what you want for your children?”
“Better than the little mediocre world you’re trying to hang onto,” Bedford said.
Still focusing on Williams alone, Chris said, “I haven’t talked to the Chief about you. Hutchins knows, and Agnew suspects, but there is no reason your role can’t be resolved within LLE. You know it could be arranged.”
This was a risk. Admitting the extent to which Williams’ involvement was known gave Bedford a strong indication of the limits of his own exposure.
Bedford smiled again. “My friend here has been assuring me that without incontrovertible proof, LLE would be reluctant to arrest me no matter what happens. And you have no proof, do you?” He moved behind the gleaming wooden desk, opened a drawer, and brought out a large handgun. “I’ll give you one more chance to answer my questions. Otherwise, it’s time I stopped worrying about loose ends, and started eliminating them.”
Leaving her first victim sleeping behind her, Livvy went back under cover of the orchard that bordered the road to the barn and moved from tree to tree. She felt a little silly, since this crude precaution wasn’t likely to achieve much except give Bedford’s security a good laugh if they had acueyes trained on the orchard. It was unnerving, but she and Chris had discussed her chances in the car as they approached her drop-off point.
“These guys are hirelings, not fanatics, and are assigned to a country estate. No doubt they have all the bells and whistles of an excellent surveillance setup, but not motion detectors or the local wildlife would be cast as the boy who called wolf. It’s human nature: they will let the equipment be vigilant for them, while they take themselves off watch and put themselves on call.”
“In other words, you’re giving me better than 50:50 odds,” Livvy said. “I’m encouraged.”
“Closer to 70:30 if you add some good camouflage to that armor.”
Livvy had given him a withering look but followed his advice. It seemed to be paying off. Maybe a century of observing human nature did yield some useful insights.
The orchard ended, there was another fence to climb over, and then she took her fate in her hands and dashed for the back corner of a two-story building she suspected was the garage.
The stable was to her right. Most of the horses were at their stall doors on this lovely morning, and several of them turned their heads in her direction. They looked peaceful.
She couldn’t see the house but she knew it was beyond the garage and further to her left, towards the road. Ahead, across the open courtyard with its splendid oak centerpiece and driveway and gardens she could see two small cottages. For now, they became her ultimate goal, but she had to clear the garage first.
From above her, out of an open second-floor window, came raucous voices raised in conversation followed by a man hooting. She distinguished the voices of at least three men. Security or chauffeurs or mechanics, it didn’t matter. The longer she waited, the more likely she’d be discovered. So far, she’d been lucky, which probably meant that on this pristine country morning either someone wasn’t watching the acueye screens as diligently as they were supposed to, or they knew right where she was and they were waiting for her. If the latter, the men were doing a good job of covering it.
She reminded herself that these were men were hirelings. It was even possible that they didn’t like their boss, and weren’t above taking advantage of him on a Saturday morning.
There were convenient stairs to her left. She took them silently, two at a time while she formulated her first rule of engagement: no hesitation, especially when you are in an exposed position in enemy territory.
The external door at the top was unlocked and quiet, and then there was a short hall to the open door from which the loud voices still sounded.
The guards in this tranquil country setting were indeed in a different frame of mind than the ones in Bedford’s showy mansion in the city. Of the three sitting at the poker table, only one even noticed her at the door, and that one got two duoloads before the other two saw his startled expression and turned. She shot the next two while moving diagonally and rapidly into the room, and neither of them got off a sound other than the typical paired grunts as darts hit them. It was so nice not having to face alert men shooting guns at her. She loved the country.
She’d been lucky indeed. The poker room appeared to be the actual security center. One wall was covered with monitors and equipment, all of it functioning perfectly. With wonderment, she saw the monitor that showed an expansive view of the acueye covering the orchard, the route she had just taken to reach the garage. In both modes, photopic and infrared, despite her mud camouflage she must have been captured by the sensors as she threaded her way through the trees. She looked back at the table. The three now-sleeping players were all still flush with chips, to variable degrees, although two of them had scattered their piles as they fell. The quadrant of the table occupied by the fourth chair, the one that faced the monitors, was clear. Someone had lost early, and left the game.
Livvy grinned. She loved poker, too.
Remembering Chris’ admonition, she went over to the wall of monitors and equipment and proceeded to use her Attach’n’smash to access every panel. Exposed quantum CUs were supposed to be very vulnerable to decoherence, and although she knew even less about that than she did molebiol, she did know that stale potato chips, peanut butter cups, and warm beer weren’t good for anything, so she sprinkled them liberally over the exposed CU innards. The mixture should be as effective as Chris’s gunfire, and it was a lot quieter.