"Okay, Robots, we're doing this from an outward-facing circle defensive posture," Top told them. "Visors down, form up." Howser, Bates, Cross, Hubbard, and Suez knelt in a circle and Top, the second lieutenant, and the colonel stood in the center back-to-back. One instant the AEMs were standing in the top-floor room of the blown-to-shit governor's mansion and the next they were in the middle of a room the size of a hangar bay. There were consoles lining the walls and equipment strewn about, but there were no signs of any kind of life.
"Fan out," the colonel ordered. "Recon. And keep those visors down—there should be plenty of residual gas floating around."
The team spread out in every direction, pinging away with sensors and being careful. They were alert, with all sensors and eyes looking for booby traps. The best they could tell, there were none. Tommy was pretty sure the place had been abandoned. That would mean that there was a QMT pad down here somewhere. He kept an eye out for that. And he was going to make damned certain to keep Bates away from any panels resembling a personnel QMT pad. The last one they found at the Battle of the Oort, Bates managed to teleport them into a room full of Seppy scientists.
"I'm getting no motion or hotspots. No bodies, either. Is anybody else getting anything?" Tommy asked.
"I've got nothing, Gunny," Howser replied.
"We're clear over here," Bates said.
"I think there must be a QMT pad down here, and they all went up to the facility or to those Seppy ships." Tommy offered his theory.
"Makes sense, Gunny," the lieutenant agreed.
"Here! I've got a pad over here, and there are lights on some of these panels, so there must be power coming from somewhere," Sergeant Hubbard announced.
"Everybody stay alert!" Top reminded them. "We make certain this place is clear before we call in the experts to start pushing buttons."
"Roger that, Top. I've got several panels and two doors here," Hubbard said.
It took another five minutes or so before Colonel Roberts and Top were convinced that the room was clear of booby traps, land mines, and assholes hiding in the closets. A generator and lights were QMTed down, and the marines went about setting it up. A couple more minutes and the place was lit up like noon, every door was opened, and there were lights placed in each exterior room. Then the experts came down. There were three of them this time, wearing their engineering armor. The highest ranking one, a CWO4, went right to work. As soon as he arrived, it was like he had seen the place before. He knew which panel to go to and which buttons to start pushing.
After a minute or two, he popped off his helmet and plugged a hardwire from the universal data port into a device that he stuck to his head behind his ear. The other two warrant officers did the same.
"We need to check this thing out," the CWO4 said. Tommy noticed that his name tag said Ransom.
"Colonel Roberts," he said. "I think we are ready to try our hand at controlling this pad. Would you and your AEMs be willing to teleport up to the counterpart to this room in orbit?"
"No problem, Mr. Ransom."
"Okay, sir. Whenever you're ready."
"Marines, circle the wagons," the colonel said as he stepped onto the middle of the pad.
Chapter 32
July 1, 2394 AD
Tau Ceti, New Tharsis
Friday, 3:48 PM, Earth Eastern Standard Time
"Don't you even fucking twitch, Ahmi!" Moore shouted as they turned the corner. He had his targeting crosshair on Fink's forehead, but the dishonored marine had his daughter around the neck in an armored grip and the forearm HVAR of his armored suit to her head.
"Too late, Alexander," Ahmi replied, and the three of them vanished.
"Goddamnit!" Moore said. "I should have shot the bitch!"
"No, Alexander, it would have put Dee at even greater risk," Sehera scolded her husband.
"All that is well and good, Mr. President, but we need to figure out where they went," DeathRay interjected. He and Nancy began reconnoitering the pad and control panels. "Nancy?"
"Give me a minute," the CIA agent answered.
Alexander was getting antsy. Next time he wasn't going to hesitate. He was going to put a bullet through Ahmi's brain the first chance he got. Fink had a railgun round with his name on it, too.
"Thomas, Koodie, keep our backs covered." Moore told the bodyguards.
"Got it, sir."
"Any ideas yet, Ms. Penzington?" Sehera asked, looking over Boland's shoulder. DeathRay turned to the First Lady with a solemn look on his face.
"Don't worry, ma'am, we'll find her," he said.
"Well, between the president's AIC and mine, we have figured out where they went," Nancy stated. "There is a pad somewhere in the outer part of this system. Looks like it is in orbit around a moon of another one of the gas giants farther out."
"Then we go there," Alexander said.
"Well, I have a better idea, sir." Nancy paused and conferred with her AIC. "I think we should send her somewhere else. The snap-back routine for Dee has been turned off so she could go to the other facility. I believe Allison and Abigail can hack this thing if they work together. Then, sir, I would suggest we use Boland's original plan. We send all of them to the Oval Office. We follow after leaving a charge on this thing to blow it to hell and gone."
"You think you can manage that, Ms. Penzington?" Sehera tried not to get her hopes up too high.
"Yes, ma'am. President Moore's AIC is very smart and mine is, well, even smarter. Elle Ahmi's must be somewhere on a level near the two of them but certainly not better than the two of them working together. We might even tap into all of our AICs if we need extra computational power. We'll see. They are already running the dictionary search hack on her control algorithm."
"Mr. President, if this is our plan, then somebody should go ahead to the Oval Office and prepare it for our arrival," Thomas suggested. The head bodyguard was right. Alexander needed to get in there, clear out his office, and get ready to turn on the office SIF. Maybe prepare a surprise or two for Ahmi and Fink. At the same time, he didn't want to leave the system without Dee.
"Okay, Thomas, you go. Snap back and set things up. If the vice president is there, tell him that he needs to vacate immediately. I'm having Abigail download you an e-memo now with my authorization. Then there are some other instructions she is giving you. Follow them to the letter."
"I was hoping you would go, sir." Thomas hesitated with his response. "It would make us all feel better about your safety, sir."
"Thomas, go," Moore told him.
"Yes, Mr. President." The bodyguard sighed, certain that no further argument would get him anywhere. Moore knew it wouldn't, because he came to this star system to find his daughter and bring her home safely. That is just what he was going to do.
"I'll see you soon, sir. Koodie, you keep an eye on things," Thomas said and then triggered his Oval Office snap-back. He vanished with a flash of white and blue light and a crackling hissing sound.