DeathRay! He's here!
Apparently so. All the security clearances check out, and it certainly appears to be Candis—DeathRay's AIC. The probability of the Seppies being able to forge such an exact replica of Candis, much less having known to do so, borders on nil.
Put me through!
Okay. Go.
DeathRay, DeathRay! Is that you? Dee thought frantically.
Yes, Dee. It's me. I have a CIA agent with me as well. We are on our way right now to free you. We'll be there in about thirty seconds.
Holy shit! I'm so glad to hear from you. Ahmi just left about five minutes ago from this penthouse, saying that my father had sent a fleet of ships. Are you with them?
No, Dee! I don't know anything about that. I'll check into it. In the meantime, if you can, go to the south side of the penthouse and take cover!
Roger that, DeathRay!
Dee looked out the window, trying to decide what south was on a moon orbiting a Jovian. She applied the same logic as she would on Earth. The rings of the Jovian planet had risen earlier, so she assumed that direction was east. She pushed the love seat over and dragged it next to the far window and then crawled under it. About that time, an enormous blast made the penthouse ring and rattled her teeth. At first she thought they might be explosions, but then she realized it must be AA cannon fire coming from the rooftop. Hell, she was practically on the rooftop, so that fire was coming from just outside. No wonder it sounded so damned loud. Then there was an explosion from somewhere down below her that seemed to shake the entire building. . . .
* * *
I've got the fleet signals, Jack. I'm boosting them through the mecha's comm system, Candis told him.
Good, put me through.
"Fleet ships, fleet ships, this is Captain Jack "DeathRay" Boland, CAG of the Madira Gods of War squadron. Do you copy?"
"Roger that, DeathRay. This is CO, USS Anthony Blair. Please advise of your status and status of our missing package." DeathRay recognized Admiral Walker's voice.
"Admiral! It's damned good to hear your voice, ma'am. Be advised that Ahmi knows you're here. The package told me that herself. I'm engaging her location as I speak and hope to be in physical contact with her in seconds . . . at the coordinates my AIC is sending now!"
"Roger that, DeathRay! Be advised that we are about to hit this system with everything we have, as hard as we can. You had better get in there and get out."
"Yes, ma'am. I am painting two Seppy Gnats with the blue force tracker for you. That is me and a friendly operative code-named Bachelor Party, ma'am." Jack wasn't sure if Admiral Walker had been briefed on Nancy or not, but it didn't matter as long as she knew not to shoot her out of the sky.
"DeathRay! What is your plan?" Walker asked.
"Ma'am. We just rammed a Lorda into the SIF generators, and are now attacking the penthouse where Dee is being held. All due respect, Admiral, I really need to focus on what I'm doing at the moment." DeathRay twisted the enemy fighter through a corkscrewing trajectory around the firing solution of the AA boxes atop the Seppy Capitol Building. He grunted slightly; the maneuver wasn't that rough compared to others he was used to.
"Roger that, DeathRay. Keep us posted."
"Aye. DeathRay out."
Jack continued to draw the fire of the AA boxes until Penzington screamed over the top of the building at about mach two, blasting away at them. The boxes exploded into pieces, and the tracers stopped tracking his fighter. He toggled the Gnat into bot mode and grunted through full-reverse thrusters, coming down feet first through the roof of the penthouse armored windows. The windows cracked at the impact and absorbed most of his force. Then they gave way completely, sending Jack crashing through onto the floor below. The ceiling of the penthouse was no more than seven meters high, so he was stuck at his upper torso. He carefully tore out a large-enough chunk of the domed top and tossed it behind him, then bent over and reached a hand through.
"Dee!" he shouted over the loudspeakers. "Come out! Now!"
Jack could see her crawling out from underneath some furniture and running toward the fighter's outstretched hand. Jack gripped her gently and stomped the upward kick pedals and threw the bot-mode mecha in full upward flight. As soon as he cleared the penthouse, he covered Dee with his other hand to protect her from wind, debris, and any potential incoming fire they might get into.
"Hang on, Dee!" He skyrocketed with the mecha. "CO Blair! DeathRay! If you can lock on to Dee now, QMT her to safety!"
"Roger that! We've got all three of you, DeathRay!" Admiral Walker replied.
Jack could see out of the corner of his peripheral vision that Nancy was in trouble. The remaining AA fire from the ground tracked her still, and she was diving right at it. As far as he could tell, she was going to sacrifice herself to take out the box. Well, that would keep it from firing at Jack and the First Daughter.
Just as her fighter careened toward the ground and the AA box, her canopy blew and the ejection seat exploded out. Then DeathRay was standing next to a shivering Dee and a fast-panting CIA agent on a QMT pad inside the Blair. Jack couldn't believe his eyes: just off the pad were the president and the First Lady . . . in AEM skin suits. Jack helped Dee to her feet. She stood and rushed off the pad to the Moores.
"Daddy! Mom!" She reached out to hug them, and there was a flash of light and the sound of sizzling bacon as she vanished into thin air.
"Motherfuck you, Ahmi!" Moore shouted, grasping at the air for his daughter.
Jack and Nancy rushed to where Dee had stood and scanned around. There was no need to scan, because they all knew that it was Ahmi's backup plan. They should have expected such.
"I am going to kill that bitch!" President Moore's rage seemed uncontrollable.
"Sir! We'll get her back. I'm sorry, sir. I didn't think about a boobytrap." DeathRay wasn't sure what to say. "I'm at your disposal, sir."
"Me, too, Mr. President," Nancy offered. "Sir, the SIFs can't be back on line yet. There is no doubt she was teleported back to the penthouse. Send us now, sir!" DeathRay realized that Nancy was right—there was still a window to get to Dee. They'd just have to figure out a way to deal with that snap-back boobytrap that Ahmi was using.
"Right!" Moore and the First Lady started to climb into nearby AEM suits while the QMT techs started gibbering into their comms and the QMT CW rushed up to the president.
"Mr. President, I've strict orders not to allow you and the First Lady to—"
Moore ignored him, as he nodded to the First Lady and the other two AEMs, who stepped onto the pad. The First Lady twisted on her helmet, as did President Moore. Nancy reached over to her shoulder harness and pulled out the railpistol from her flight armor. The five of them stood at ready on the pad.
"Agent Penzington, send my AIC the coordinates," the president ordered.
"Sir?" DeathRay knew the president was one heck of a marine, but the CW was right: he was the president. "Agent Penzington and I will go get her, along with your men. We'll bring her back to you."