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cutting him off. If he succeeds, he’ll<br />
be out of your reach. If he fails,<br />
Earth has no further use for him,<br />
good hunting.”<br />
Graves eyed the Director cautiously.<br />
“Whose side are you on?”<br />
“Earth’s, Agent Graves. Always<br />
Earth’s.”<br />
Graves thought it over. “What<br />
about Red Dog and Priest?”<br />
“It’s out of my hands. A warrant<br />
has been issued, men have been<br />
sent out. The best, I might add.<br />
Daley insisted on it. I think he took<br />
your tampering with his database<br />
personally.”<br />
“No deal then. They’re my responsibility.”<br />
“I can rescind the warrant. That’s<br />
the best I can offer. You’re really not<br />
in a very strong position to negotiate.”<br />
“Pull the warrant then. If Daley’s<br />
men stay after them, my money’s on<br />
the Cillian.” Graves hesitated. “And<br />
I want Casey. Give me a warrant to<br />
bring him in.”<br />
“You know that’s out of the question,”<br />
snapped the Director. “I’m fast<br />
running out of patience, Agent.”<br />
“If he drops the ball, you want me<br />
to bring him down, right?” insisted<br />
Graves stubbornly. “Then give me<br />
an excuse. If not on this, then on<br />
something else. Anything else.”<br />
“My last concession,” the Director<br />
warned. “If you can find evidence of<br />
wrong-doing, large or small, then I’ll<br />
give you a warrant.”<br />
“As simple as that?”<br />
“As simple as that.”<br />
Graves nodded slowly. “We have<br />
a deal,” he said, wondering if the<br />
Director had forgotten or was only<br />
pretending to forget: all warrants on<br />
the Frontier were ‘dead or alive.’<br />
“You are a good agent, Hyland.<br />
I’m glad you’re sticking with us.” The<br />
Director turned to leave. “I’ll go now<br />
and let you have a word alone with<br />
your former partner.”<br />
Graves glanced down. The ruby<br />
splotch of the laser sight was gone.<br />
“Glad that worked out,” Lumley<br />
said.<br />
Graves turned, faked a punch at<br />
Lumley’s face with his left. As the<br />
other man jerked his arms up reflexively,<br />
Graves unloaded a right<br />
into Lumley’s stomach as hard as he<br />
could swing. Lumley dropped to his<br />
knees, retching.<br />
“I need to borrow your comm,”<br />
Graves said. Lumley was curling into<br />
a ball on the tile floor, too busy gagging<br />
to answer.<br />
In his pocket, he carried the list<br />
of codes and numbers he had found<br />
in Senator Hazel’s files, his last bargaining<br />
chip. Priest had not been<br />
able to make heads or tales out of<br />
the list. Graves, veteran of Earth bureaucracy,<br />
had chosen not to inform<br />
him. Some he recognized, like the<br />
number and code for the Director of<br />
ErSec and the Secretary of Defense,<br />
others he had not.<br />
Graves lifted Lumley’s comm unit,<br />
punching in the final number on the<br />
list then the access code that accompanied<br />
it. Hearing the voice that<br />
answered, he broke the link. He had<br />
wondered how high the conspiracy<br />
stretched.<br />
Now he knew.<br />
Calamity’s Child © 2009 by M. Keaton.<br />
ISSUE <strong>53</strong><br />
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