The building was demolished. A smoking ruin. My first thought was that there had to be ten or twenty dead. We staggered around in a kind of daze. Everyone was in shock. I’d twisted a knee at some point during the panic and collected a couple of burns. Nothing major, fortunately, but it hurt. Alex complained that his jacket was torn, something I really needed to hear. He seemed otherwise okay. When I got myself together I went looking for Windy. But the place was boiling with confusion, people wandering around screaming and crying, searching for friends, trying to figure out a way to get home, asking one another what had happened.
I couldn’t find her, although I found out later she was okay. Knocked down by the blast, but she came away with a few cuts and bruises and a broken ankle. One of the rescue workers corralled me and asked if I was all right and when I told her I was fine she insisted on looking in my eyes and the next thing I knew I was being loaded into a skimmer along with several others, and we were hauled off to a hospital.
They did an exam and told me everything was superficial, don’t worry, gave me some painkillers, and suggested I have someone come get me.
Alex had followed the emergency vehicle, and he came to my rescue. While he filled out the forms, I talked on the circuit with a trim, blond, impeccably dressed man who identified himself as an agent from the NIS. Wanted to ask about the explosion.
What did I recall? “Just the bang,” I said.
“You didn’t see anyone suspicious?” He was good. He operated in low key, and he seemed sympathetic.
“No.”
“Are you okay, Ms. Kolpath?”
“Just bumps and bruises,” I said.
“Good. Did you happen to notice whether anyone left early?”
What the hell. “We were all leaving a bit early.”
“I mean before the warning.”
“No,” I said. “I wouldn’t have noticed. I wasn’t really paying attention.”
Alex signed me out of the casualty ward. They insisted on putting me in a wheelchair, and helping me get to the pad, where I was loaded into the company skimmer.
“Assassination attempt?” I asked.
“That’s what they’re saying.”
“That’s pretty vicious,” I said. “They were prepared to take out all those people just to get him.”
“Don’t be too harsh on them. The guy needs killing.”
“But I don’t.”
“Look at it this way, Chase. It’s a major break for us.”
I must have stared at him. “Have you lost your mind, Alex?”
“Think about it a minute. Rainbow now owns the only surviving artifacts from the Polaris. Other than the ship itself.”
“Well, good for us.”
We lifted off the rooftop, turned west, and headed for my place. “I’ll take you home. Then, if you want, I’ll get us something to eat.”
It was late, well after midnight, but I suddenly realized I hadn’t had much dinner, and, in spite of everything, I was hungry. “That sounds good,” I said.
“Take the next couple of days. Stay off the knee until you’re feeling okay.”
“Thanks. I will.”
“You can conduct any business that comes up from your place.”
“You’re the world’s greatest boss.”
He smiled. “Kidding.”
We passed over Lake Accord. I saw a boat down there, lit up, having a party.
“All that security,” I said. “I wonder how they got the bomb past the guards.”
“They didn’t have to. Whoever did it planted it in the storage area. On the lower floor, under the auditorium. The media are saying they came in the back way.”
“They didn’t have the back sealed off?”
“Apparently not. They’d blocked off the stairways. You could get into the lower floor, but you couldn’t get up to the auditorium. As it turned out-”
“-It didn’t occur to anyone somebody might bomb the place?”
He fought back a yawn. “When’s the last time you heard of anybody bombing a building? With people in it?”
“Do we have any idea who’s responsible?”
“I’m sure they know. How many people in Andiquar want to kill the Mazha?”
We were approaching the far shore of the lake. He lapsed into silence. I’d taken one of the painkillers at the hospital, and a feeling of general euphoria was settling over me.
We started down.
“There were several bombs,” he said.
“Several?”
“Four, they think. Whoever did it was taking no chances on missing the Mazha.”
“Except that the police found out before the blast.”
“They got a call.”
“Damned lucky. If the things had gone off three minutes earlier-”
“They were planted directly under the exhibition area.”
“Isn’t this the second assassination attempt against him?”
“ Third. There’ve been three in the last six months.”
Ponzio sent flowers, his regrets, and best wishes for my speedy recovery. The message was handwritten, which, of course, is de rigueur on these occasions. He was happy to report that no one had been killed, although there were a few serious injuries.
At about the same time, Survey announced that the entire Polaris collection had been destroyed. Reduced to rubble. That wasn’t quite true, of course. Alex had the nine artifacts we’d purchased.
I got checked by my doctor, and the brace came off a couple of days later. The burns were gone by then, so I was feeling pretty good. Alex came by with dinner, and we talked a lot about crazy people with bombs, and how no doubt I could return to the office in the morning.
That evening, after Alex had left, I received a call from Windy. She was still hobbled, but she assured me she’d be fine, told me she’d heard I’d been carted off as well, and wondered how I was.
“Just a bent knee,” I said. “It’s okay.”
“Good. I hope you managed to salvage your purchases.”
“Yes. Fortunately, we got everything out.”
“Glad to hear it. Thank God something survived.” She looked genuinely relieved.
“It’s a major loss,” I said. “I hope when they catch these people they hang them up by their toes.” I knew that when they were caught we’d wipe their minds and reconstruct their personalities. I’ll confess I was never a fan of letting criminals off like that when they did horrendous stuff. The bombers, whoever they were, tried to kill the Mazha and had no compunctions about blowing up a lot of strangers because they were standing too close to the target. I was in favor of taking them up a few thousand meters and dropping them into the ocean. But, of course, that’s not civilized.
It seemed grossly unfair to respond to what they did by giving them a couple hundred and a fresh start. Which is what mind wipes amounted to.
“I understand completely, Chase.” Long pause, which told me this was about more than the state of my health. “I wonder if we might talk about the artifacts for a moment.”
“Of course,” I said. “The media are saying everything was destroyed.”
“Unfortunately, that’s correct.”
“I’m sorry to hear it.”
“Yes. It’s thrown a wrench into our plans.” She was in her office, behind a desk covered with folders, chips, books, and paper. A sweater had been laid across it. She was getting ready to go home. I was the last piece of business for the day. “Chase,” she said, “you understand that the situation has changed dramatically.”
“I beg your pardon.”
“Survey would like to buy back the artifacts we sold Rainbow. To return your money. With a generous bonus.”
“Windy, I don’t really have authority to return them. They don’t belong to me.”
“Then I’ll talk to Alex.”
“That’s not what I mean. We’ve promised them to clients.”
She hesitated. “You know we were planning a Polaris exhibit. A full-scale model of the ship’s bridge. Avatars. People would be able to sit and talk with Tom Dunninger, or Maddy English, or whomever. We had the Urquhart holo, Last Man Standing. Some of the Nancy White programs. Actually, a lot of planning and preparation has gone into it.”
“And without a few artifacts, you don’t think it’ll work.”
“Exactly.”
“Windy, I doubt the artifacts would make all that much difference. But I’ll pass your request along to Alex. I’m pretty sure, though, he’ll feel compelled to decline. I think you’re underestimating the public. Set the exhibition up the right way, get your PR people on it, and it’ll do fine.”