"The grounds are the frank evidence of violation of federal law, namely — "A stream of legal references spewed across Bob's vision. "FBI argues that this is effectively an attack on a federal building."
Bob hesitated. There were criminal violations here, though UCSD had made no formal complaint. At this point, there was no watch-related service FBI could render; they would simply be law enforcement. The watch priority — his priority — was to snoop and swoop. Snoop, then swoop. What might this disorder be a cover for? He glanced at the bio-lab status. Still all green. Finally he replied, "Request denied. There is an ongoing Homeland Security investigation here. However, give the first layer of our analysis to San Diego Police and Rescue and the UCSD campus police. Be prepared to support emergency networking."
"Layer one to SDPD and campus police. Yes, sir."
Bob's eyes turned back to the library. It was still standing, but this was damn dangerous foolishness.
His analyst pool certainly thought so. In the last thirty seconds, the node structure had come close to turning inside out. For the moment, Alice let the engineers dominate. The text clouds were full of gibber about how the library "walk" had been accomplished and the dangers there might be for the people in and around it. USMC nodes were lodged deep in the discussions, his own people thoroughly caught up in the excitement. That was not acceptable.
Bob leaned forward and spoke: "All squads! Move to Launch Alert." The chances of an actual launch were still near zero, but this would get his people into their assault craft. More important, it got their attention. The USMC nodes moved away from all the speculation and into the tight coordination of marines in a launch prep. Bob stared at the distracted analyst pool for a moment more. Alice was already drawing them away from the library. The structural engineers were no longer the center of the tangle. The library had walked. So what might that be covering? His marines' duty was to guard against the deadliest grand surprises. For instance, were the bio labs still secure? What was going on in the rest of CONUS Southwest?
He turned and jogged out of his bunker, into the narrow tunnel that led to his own launcher. The analyst display followed along, hanging just to his right. Alice had grabbed another fifteen hundred analysts, more bio-science and drug research people.
The ceiling curved low at the end of the tunnel. His assault craft was a tiny vehicle, its design a compromise between time to target and the desire to make the local combat manager invisible. From the ingress tunnel all that was visible of it was the open hatch and a portion of the dead black fuselage. He settled into his place, but did not zip up.
What is Alice doing ? He watched the analyst pool grow, now larger than for most worldwide operations. But all the attention was on the bioscience labs around UCSD. True, the situation there was strange. Even though lab security was in the green, the staff was topside in the riot. That justified some attention, but it also made lab surveillance even easier. Damn ! Now Alice was stealing analysts tasked with cargo tracking throughout all of CONUS Southwest.
Squelching your top analyst was a black mark on everyone, but there was no help for it. Even in combat, this sort of monomania would be bizarre.
As it happened, Alice acted first. Emergency flags came up in every view. The assault craft's hatch slid shut and his acceleration pod zipped tight. LAUNCH LAUNCH LAUNCH flashed in his eyes, and a launch clock appeared, counting down from thirty seconds. This was analyst preemption, the sort of drama that happens when analysts realize that their own forces are about to be nuked in their bunkers. Everything would go at once and sort itself out in midnight.
But the analyst pool showed no such threat.
The launch target was UCSD.
The gee pod was inflating tight around him. The countdown clock showed twenty-five seconds. He brought up a view of his top analyst. "Alice! Advise reason for launch."
Alice's eyes were wide. "It's very simple. Onset was slow, but now insight has saturated. This one is undergoing threatful integration. Neuromodulator pathway Gat77 has been subverted. Signaling cascade has too many control points for MCog analysis, but reference" — some kind of arXiv pointer — "demonstrates the progression." She frowned at him, and suddenly she was shouting: "Don't you understand? This one is failing! Conformational changes are preventing adaptive response! This one — "
Ten seconds to launch. Alice Gu's medicals were off the chart.
Eight seconds to launch. Bob overrode the launch order and relieved his top analyst: STANDDOWN STANDDOWN STANDDOWN . The gee pod relaxed around him. He scarcely noticed. Alice's head was down, but she was still talking, desperate. Drool spattered her blouse. And he couldn't notice that either. He promoted her second-in-analysis, a CIA spook who'd been far too passive tonight. But then what could one do when a star like Alice crashed?
The spook was trying her best. "I'll have us up in two minutes, sir."
In the meantime, Bob Gu was blinded and the watch was just a mob of bright people watching a million data feeds. One of those feeds was medicaclass="underline" Alice had suffered a JITT stick, the most violent and sudden of her career. Despite all her desperation to communicate, she was stuck in molecular biology.
The CIA analyst was back. "Sir, are you all right?"
"I — I'm fine." Bob considered the analyst display. The spook had hung the operation off the rest of the CONUS watches. There was close backup now. Big chunks of Alice's network were improperly connected, but the spook was healing it, forcing connections and possible correlations. Maybe she was still too heavy on UCSD. She seemed to think that Alice's last words pointed to enemy action there. Okay, after everything else tonight, that had to be followed up. "I'm fine."
Over the past twelve weeks, Rabbit had learned a lot; he had grown , you might say. Tonight it all came together. Topside, the riot was at climax — better than sex could ever be, Rabbit was sure. I am the reality arm of the Scoochi belief circles, yeah ! There were surprises, too. The affair had called into existence (or simply into his notice?) a creature who might be his equal. Rabbit had played both sides through the first part of the riot… but now Dangerous Knowledge had been taken over by something very creative, something who was having as much fun tonight as Rabbit himself. So he had millions of new affiliates, some of them as capable as a human could ever be. And he'd found a special new friend, to boot.
His riot fully outclassed the espionage hugger-mugger it was designed to protect. It was amusing that despite the carrot greens and all the other generous clues Rabbit had provided, Alfred & Co had not realized whence his powers came, or how great they were. But something told Rabbit that in the long run, what was happening underground was important too. Alfred was playing out his mysterious game down there. Now was the time Rabbit had planned to find out just what Alfred was looking for — hey, and maybe get a piece of it.
Now was the time, but Rabbit was locked out. Damn Alfred . The fiber link was behind Alfred's milnet. Short of tipping off DHS — and destroying the wonderful jape Rabbit had so carefully planned — Rabbit was balked. Heh! But what did Alfred's milnet talk to? Why, just a few thousand very clever Indo-European analysts! And they didn't get to be so clever by hiding in government holes. They each had their own creative lives. Rabbit hopped from Brussels to Nice, to Mumbai and Tokyo, and — natch — listened to his own inner self. Now that he needed to think about it, he saw how the tricks he had used with American security might be applied. Rabbit tweaked a thousand affiliances, and he listened to a million conversations that he really had no intention of consciously reviewing. One last piece of SHE magic, and viola :