“Please. Do you have any proof to support these outrageous claims?” Tung said indignantly, waving his finger as he spoke. “Auditors or no, speculation of this kind is meaningless.”
“Tung, shut the fuck up, before you piss me off,” Alice said coldly, her smile bright and cruel. “Mitsuru isn’t here to determine whether or not you are telling the truth. I don’t need her help to figure that out. She’s been acting as a conduit for one of the best telepaths in Central, who has been quietly ransacking your brain during our little chat, while I kept you nervous enough not to notice.”
Alice stood up and slammed her hand down on Tung’s desk, causing him to flinch backwards.
“Guess what we found, asshole? Any ideas? Mitzi?” Alice glared down at Tung, eyes hard and brilliant.
“Don’t call me that,” Mitsuru said coldly, her eyes focused and aware. Clearly, whatever protocol she’d been running had been allowed to dissipate, and for the first time, Tung felt the red eyes studying him. It was not a good feeling.
“We have indisputable proof, Mr. Do, of the Terrie Cartel’s involvement in the smuggling of Weir to California, and additionally of your own personal involvement in said transaction,” Alice said cheerily. “These Weir were used in the commission of an attempted assassination of an Operator, which you have kindly confirmed was also contracted by the Terrie Cartel.”
“This is outrageous!” Tung protested, his eyes bugging out of his head, turning red in the face. “You cannot simply invade my mind at your discretion! I have rights under the Agreement!”
“Wrong,” Alice gloated, slamming a document down on the desk in front of Tung. “This writ is signed by the Director. As far as the purposes of this Audit go, your rights have been suspended until such a time as we decide to return them to you. Do you think I’m the kind of woman who would return them, Tung?”
Tung looked at the woman, and her terrible smile, his mind gone blank with panic. He hadn’t wanted in on the deal the cartel had brokered in the first place — he had no love lost for Central, but the whole affair seemed destined for trouble from the start. Still, he hadn’t expected Auditors, with a mandate for the dissolution of his cartel from the Director no less, to be staring at him like he was a gift they were dying to unwrap.
He hadn’t expected them to be so damn unnerving, either. Beneath his desk, he started to slowly shift his foot.
“Let me make our position clear, Tung.” Alice leaned over the desk, her face inches away from his, her grin a mile wide. “Your whole damn cartel is dirty. We’ve already got enough on you to make it stick — which means that somebody set you up for a fall, right? Because as stupid as you are, there’s no way the whole Terrie Cartel decided to commit mass suicide like this. Whoever hired you for the job, well, now they’re trying to feed you to us. And the bitch of the situation,” Alice continued gleefully, “for you, anyway, is that we are very hungry. We could just eat you and your whole operation up right now. You see, Mitzi over here…”
“Mitsuru,” the red-eyed woman said, her voice icy. “Please.”
“Right, Mitsuru,” Alice said dismissively. “Anyway, my very good friend here, she got caught up in your little scheme. She had to bust up your trap, over in California, and she’s real fucking pissed about it. And I’m sure you heard about those two Operators in San Francisco — that was a real fucking shame, wasn’t it, Tung? We are none too happy about that, either. Do you appreciate how precarious this makes your position?”
Tung nodded, sweat pouring down his face. With one foot, he gradually eased the thing he needed into place. It was good that he’d prepared for all eventualities, even one as unlikely as this, and a good thing that this Alice Gallow person liked to talk so much. If the mirror wasn’t in exactly the right spot, it wouldn’t work, and then he wouldn’t have a way out of this terrible situation.
“Please — there must be some way we can resolve this,” he implored, nudging the mirror into place. “I am willing to cooperate with your Audit. I will assist your investigation, if only you would…”
“You will do exactly what I want you to, Tung,” Alice advised, folding her arms. “What happens after that, nothing you do can change.”
“You stupid bitch,” Tung spat, red-faced. “That doesn’t give me much incentive to cooperate, does it?”
He inched the mirror into place, and then dove underneath his desk. He saw understanding flash in Mitsuru’s eyes, right before he dropped, and knew that she would be too late, even as she stepped forward. He slipped underneath his desk, and then kept falling, through the mirror he had hidden there, like breaking the surface of cold water. The destination had been prepared in advance, so that he could operate the protocol without thought; he passed through the rigid surface of the mirror, and then beyond that, the stifling fog of the Ether. The apport was as efficient as he could manage; he hung in the cold grey for only a moment, and then he was out, standing up on the other side on shaky legs and brushing the dust from his pants.
Tung hated the jungle, the humidity even more than temperature. Not to mention the bugs that found him upon arrival, and immediately set about making his life miserable. The camp was a miserable collection of shacks and Quonset huts, populated by a large number of shabbily-dressed, heavily-armed Philippine men, most of whom were shocked to see Tung emerge from the mirror that he had hung, suspended five feet above the dusty ground, on the outside of one of the storerooms several months ago, as an insurance policy.
“Get ready,” Tung hissed in mediocre Tagalong at the nearest of the men, his coat and skin still steaming with the vapors of his transit through the Ether, his chest laboring with the effort. “We will have company shortly.”
After Tung disappeared Alice paused briefly, then giggled and walked casually around the desk. Mitsuru stood in the middle of the room, halfway to where Tung had disappeared from, and looked at Alice in confusion. Xia stood impassively in the corner of the room, aloof and unconcerned.
With the worn toe of her heavy boots, Alice pushed the mirror out from under the desk. It was a cheap bathroom mirror, just wide enough to accommodate Tung’s plump frame. The glass was uniformly smeared with grease, as if someone had run their hand across the whole of the surface, and it was warped in the middle. At the very center, the glass had already begun steaming and running, rapidly becoming a hissing pool of silvery liquid on the office carpet.
“Amateur,” Alice laughed to herself. “Calls himself a transporter, but still needs a mirror to do a port.”
The remains of the mirror continued to boil and steam, gradually eating away at the floor beneath. The room filled with the stench of melting plastic and burned carpet.
“Cooperate?” Alice spat, sounding genuinely angry. “I didn’t want you to cooperate, asshole,” Alice said to the vaporizing mass at her feet, “I wanted you to run. Are you really so stupid as to think you could close the way behind you? This won’t even slow us down.”
Alice walked over to the desk, nudging out several of the larger fragments of the mirror in front of Mitsuru.
“There should still be traces,” she said firmly. “Tell me where he went.”
Mitsuru was as good as Alistair had described. The time it took her to determine what protocol was needed, and to download it from the Etheric network was barely noticeable. The actual download itself took bit longer, and looked alarmingly like a brief seizure. Mitsuru bent down to her knees, her eyes furiously red, and peered into the broken mirror.
“Okay,” she said, after a few moments, her eyes twitching rapidly. “I can see him. They broke the mirror on the other end, after he came through, but one of the pieces is still big enough… I think it’s the camp, the one Alistair was talking about.”