Chapter 22
Peter and Elena looked at each other as they waited for the crowd to clear. Most of them disbursed in a quick orderly fashion, filing out as they had come in. Elena noticed a couple of others stood to the side of the doors waiting.
“God that was a mess,” Elena said. “Didn’t he ever ride the channels?”
“I don’t know,” Peter replied. “I’ll have to check when we leave. For security reasons I did not bring my blackberry. A request for information will be sent when we leave. If he does have any experience riding the channels I doubt it amounts to much.” Elena nodded and turned as Smith walked into the mostly empty room. He stopped and spoke with two of the men standing to the side of the door. They stayed while the rest of their little group filed out with the rest.
“God that was a mess,” Elena said. “Didn’t he ever ride the channels?”
“I don’t know,” Peter replied. “I’ll have to check when we leave. For security reasons I did not bring my blackberry. A request for information will be sent when we leave. If he does have any experience riding the channels I doubt it amounts to much.” Elena nodded and turned as Smith walked into the mostly empty room. He stopped and spoke with two of the men standing to the side of the door. They stayed while the rest of their little group filed out with the rest.
Elena noted they were younger than Smith and closer to her age and that they were both dressed in the same black on black Smith wore as opposed to the normal fatigues. She was sure that meant something but didn’t really care what. They followed Smith over to where she and Peter stood.
“I trust you found the lecture informative,” Smith said. There was no questioning overtone to the words. Elena smoothed the frown from her face.
“Very,” she said dryly. Smith nodded.
“Then if you will come with us to the conference room we will bring Ian in for discussion.” Smith turned sharply and led the way back out of the auditorium. Elena and Peter followed with the two as yet unnamed men following behind. Elena wondered if they were some sort of escort. Her mind was too preoccupied with Ian to devote much of her attention to them.
“If you will make yourselves comfortable, I will return shortly,” Smith said, opening the conference room door. Elena and Peter entered. Elena was surprised when the other two entered as well.
‘Apparently not just escorts,’ she thought as she and Peter took the same seats they had taken the day before. The two men took seats as well, both on the same side of the table as Elena and Peter so that all four faced the door. The two men now flanked her and Peter.
‘Odd,’ she thought. ‘It isn’t like we are going to run.’ The man to her left had splashed on some sort of cologne or aftershave for the meeting and its spice tickled her nose. She resisted the urge to rub the scent away from her nostrils. Neither of the two men bothered to introduce themselves. Peter ignored them, although she could see a bit of a smile playing across his lips. She determined to ignore them as well.
“I trust you found the lecture informative,” Smith said. There was no questioning overtone to the words. Elena smoothed the frown from her face.
“Very,” she said dryly. Smith nodded.
“Then if you will come with us to the conference room we will bring Ian in for discussion.” Smith turned sharply and led the way back out of the auditorium. Elena and Peter followed with the two as yet unnamed men following behind. Elena wondered if they were some sort of escort. Her mind was too preoccupied with Ian to devote much of her attention to them.
“If you will make yourselves comfortable, I will return shortly,” Smith said, opening the conference room door. Elena and Peter entered. Elena was surprised when the other two entered as well.
‘Apparently not just escorts,’ she thought as she and Peter took the same seats they had taken the day before. The two men took seats as well, both on the same side of the table as Elena and Peter so that all four faced the door. The two men now flanked her and Peter.
‘Odd,’ she thought. ‘It isn’t like we are going to run.’ The man to her left had splashed on some sort of cologne or aftershave for the meeting and its spice tickled her nose. She resisted the urge to rub the scent away from her nostrils. Neither of the two men bothered to introduce themselves. Peter ignored them, although she could see a bit of a smile playing across his lips. She determined to ignore them as well.
‘It isn’t as if I am here to make friends anyway.’ The door opened and Ian walked in with Smith right behind him. Elena thought that good planning as Ian turned ghost white at the sight of Peter and turned to leave. With Smith blocking the doorway there was nowhere for him to run.
‘Stupid,’ she thought, resisting the urge to say the world out loud. ‘Did he think no one would find out?’ She mentally shook her head at the stupidity. ‘Of course not completely stupid,’ she thought again noting the fear on Ian’s face. ‘If I had pulled something like this, left to Peter’s tender mercies would be the last place I would want to be.’ Of all the council, rumors of his deeds were the worst. Other council members were talked of with awe and respect. Tales of Peter were told around campfires in the dark of the wilderness.
“Please take a seat, Mr. Jensen,” Smith said in a calm voice. “I believe you know everyone here.” Smith stepped into the room forcing Ian forward to avoid being bowled over. He closed the door behind him and Elena could hear the snick of a lock as it shut. A look of resolution crossed Ian’s face and she knew he had heard the sound as well.
‘Stupid,’ she thought, resisting the urge to say the world out loud. ‘Did he think no one would find out?’ She mentally shook her head at the stupidity. ‘Of course not completely stupid,’ she thought again noting the fear on Ian’s face. ‘If I had pulled something like this, left to Peter’s tender mercies would be the last place I would want to be.’ Of all the council, rumors of his deeds were the worst. Other council members were talked of with awe and respect. Tales of Peter were told around campfires in the dark of the wilderness.
“Please take a seat, Mr. Jensen,” Smith said in a calm voice. “I believe you know everyone here.” Smith stepped into the room forcing Ian forward to avoid being bowled over. He closed the door behind him and Elena could hear the snick of a lock as it shut. A look of resolution crossed Ian’s face and she knew he had heard the sound as well.
Smith pulled out the chair directly across from Elena and gestured for Ian to take it. Ian sank into the chair and stared at Elena. She got the impression that it was less as interest in her and more that he was afraid to look at Peter and had to focus his eyes somewhere. She frowned at him and realized that she was angry with Ian. It wasn’t the anger of his betrayal of the guild but rather that he tried to be a pilot without the slightest clue how do to it and his incompetence got twenty six people killed. Ian noted her anger and a cocky smile appeared on his lips.
“So I guess you have heard you have been replaced,” he said. “How sad for you.” Abruptly the anger flooded her system. She shot to her feet, the chair slamming into the wall behind her. She leaned forward, placing her left hand on the table for support. Her right hand she drew back an open palm and swung it down to slap into Ian’s face as hard as she could muster. Behind Ian, Smith stared at her in surprise but made no movement to stop her.
“You bastard,” she said with vehemence. “Your stupidity sent those people to die.” Elena placed her right hand next to her left on the table and glared at Ian. Her handprint was a red welt across his cheek and he stared at her stunned. Smith cleared his throat.
“Perhaps we could discuss this a little more rationally,” he said. His eyes had narrowed from shock to speculation and Elena realized he had not really factored her into the day’s equations. She was just someone he could use to get what he wanted from the council. She could see in his eyes he thought Peter was the one he was going to deal with. Elena straightened up, sliding her hands from the center of the table to its edge. The man to her left stood and retrieved her char from where it had collided with the wall.
“Thank you,” she told him calmly. Elena sat down and he reseated himself. Smith sat down on the same side of the table as Ian, but made sure to place an empty chair between them as if already distancing himself. She was certain no one in the room missed the significance. Ian swallowed hard.
‘That probably wasn’t one of my better moves,’ she thought. Elena took a deep breath and swallowed her anger.
“My apologies,” she said to the room. “Violence should never be used as a first means of expression but merely as a last resort.”
“Considering he baited you, I believe your response was acceptable,” Peter said, his eyes trained on Ian. Ian let his gaze flick to Peter. His eyes began to dance around the room, taking in the other men before resting again on Elena. She could see by the look in his eyes that he finally realized he had no friends in this room. She watched the fear slide behind calculation and a flash of anger danced around the edges as he looked at her. Smith looked as though the meeting had not gone according to his plan and he was not certain how to get it back on track again.
“Is it me particularly or all pilots you hate?” She asked into the silence of Smith’s uncertainty. Ian snorted.
“I don’t hate pilots,” he said. ‘I just think your time has passed. Your guild rules and restrictions. Your exclusive little club restricting the pilots numbers so that only a few can actually get it. It’s all in the past. Now anyone can be a pilot. The guild can’t control everything anymore.” His voice didn’t sound panicked but triumphant and the gleam of the shark was in his eyes.
“Exclusive club?” she repeated. Understanding dawned on her and she let out a short bark of laughter. “You wanted to be a pilot,” she said. “This whole thing is because you can’t be a pilot.” Ian narrowed his eyes in rage.
“Wasn’t allowed to be you mean,” I wasn’t one of the precious few allowed in. And because you wouldn’t let me in, I created another way to let myself in.” He radiated smug self-satisfaction and Elena tilted her head in thought for a moment. While all members of the bloodlines carried the genes for piloting in their DNA code and could pass it down, the ability to see the channels only manifested in females. She thought of her dreams and the possibility that pilot skills were undergoing some sort of evolution. ‘Perhaps the rest of the bloodline is too.’
“Can you see the channels?” she asked Ian, her voice even. Beside her Peter turned slightly towards her, an eyebrow raised in question.
“You don’t need to see the channels to know where they are,” he said dismissively. Elena leaned back in her chair. Apparently Ian had not evolved.
“Yes you do,” she said. “If you can’t see them then you don’t know when they have shifted or if they are deep enough for your ship to be allowed passage. If you can not see then than you can not pilot.”
“My machine works just as well as a pilot,” Ian shot back defensively.
“How?” she asked.
“It is programmed to know,” he told her.
“With set coordinates?”
“Of course.”
“And the seasonal variations?” Elena asked. Across the table, Ian swallowed hard and pinched his mouth shut. “What about weather conditions?” she continued her questioning.
“The ships aren’t meant to be taken through the world gates in stormy weather. Even your ships wait for clear days to sail.”
“A good storm can shift a channel two meters, sometimes even more, off course for days after, even if the weather is clear on the day you sail. Are your machines programmed for that eventuality?” Ian remained silent.
“Why weren’t you on board the USS Navigator?”
“I was needed here to calibrated and record information to continue to refine the system.” Ian frowned at Elena not sure where the conversation was going. He darted his eyes towards Peter and then Smith. Both men remained silent. Ian glanced at the other two men and Elena remembered Smith had said Ian knew all of the people in the room. Knowing them didn’t seem to help him as neither man responded.
“Wouldn’t it be better to take measurements from the ship? That way you could make adjustments to the mechanism as needed to ensure the safety of the crew.”
“The crew is fine,” he said. “They are all experienced sailors and the AP385 is simple to use,” he informed her. Elena assumed the AP stood for autopilot and wondered if he had chosen the number at random or if he had gone through 384 prototypes before. Images of fleets of toy sailboats manned by dead lab rats sailed across her mind in time to the theme song for the Pinky and the Brain cartoon. She shook her head to dislodge the thought. “They sailed through the channel perfectly and all that is needed is for someone to pick them up because something went wrong.” Ian looked at her as though a light had just gone off in his head. “That’s why you were called in. As a rescue mission.” He stiffened up. “Hardly necessary as I would have retrieved them myself in a short while.”
“How?” Elena asked. “Your ship won’t be completed for another three months.”
“I have access to other non-military ships,” he said stiffly. Beside her Elena could feel Peter tense and she knew the thought of having more than just Ian involved did not sit well with him. She was sure questions would be asked.
“Then why haven’t you gone?” She asked.
“I was needed her to complete the work on the other military ship,” he said. Elena watched a look of disgust cross Smith’s face.
“Did you anticipate having to run to fetch the missing sailors?” She asked
“Of course not. It should have worked perfectly. I don’t know what they could have done to get it so off course.” His voice sounded petulant and Elena got the feeling he had to resist stomping his foot like a spoiled child.
“I thought you said it was simple to use?”
“It is simple,” he said. “All they had to do was sail through and then sail back. How difficult could that be? They are after all sailors.” He let out a huff of air and Elena tried not to ground her teeth. Her palm itched to slap him again but knew it would do no good.
“So you programmed the return coordinates?” she asked instead.
“They are the same coordinates,” he said.
“No they are not,” she told him. “Did you not take any of the classes?”
“Didn’t you hear me before? You wouldn’t let me be a pilot so why would I take classes I couldn’t use? Or did you want me to sit through the classes just so you could mock me because no matter how well I did on my exams I would still never be allowed to pilot one of your precious ships?”
“I took the classes,” Peter said his voice level and even. “And I am not a pilot.”
“Well no one is going to mock you,” Ian responded sullenly, crossing his arms across his chest.
“I don’t believe anyone was ever mocked in my classes,” Peter said. “After all very few of the students were pilots. Many like yourself became mechanics or merchants, depending where their skills and desires led.” Ian flushed at being called a mechanic. “I can also add my assurances to Ms. Calabrese’s that the coordinates for returning a ship are quite different from those leaving.”
“They have GPS systems and know how to change the coordinates if they have to. It was a safety precaution,” Ian told them. Elena resisted a snort of laughter at Ian finally mentioned a safety precaution.
“It wouldn’t have worked,” she said. “GPS means global positioning system. Once through the channels they wouldn’t be on the globe. Besides if the units were on when they went through they would be fried by the passage and be unusable on the other side.” Elena told him; surprised he didn’t know this basic fact. He stared at her dumbfounded for a moment.
“Well then it is good you are here to mount a rescue mission if nothing else.” Ian said stiffly. Elena looked towards Smith. Apparently Ian had not been told anything from their previous meeting. Smith sighed.
“The captain and crew of the USS Navigator are dead,” he said. “No further mission to recover the lost ship will be made.” His tone was gruff and matter of fact.
“I am sorry,” Ian said. “They should have been safe. But we will need to retrieve the ship to find out what went wrong.” Smith’s eyes narrowed.
“There is no ship left to recover,” Peter said. “It was destroyed on impact when you tried to send them through a channel that is blockaded.”
“The blockade must be recent,” Ian stammered.
“Relatively,” Peter told him. “It was installed in the early 1870s.”
“You mean 1970s,” Ian said.
“No I do not,” Peter said. Ian looked around sensing that any allies he hoped to gain by still seeming useful were quickly evaporating.
“Do you have any further questions regarding the information Mr. Jensen provided us?” Smith asked. To Elena’s surprise the question was directed at her and not Peter.
“I would like to see a list of the channels he provided you with as well as the schematics of the AP385 and whatever documentation you have been provided.” Smith nodded; after all she was here to correct Ian’s information.
“Of course,” he said. “We will get copies to you before our next meeting.”
“Those designs are mine,” Ian said. No one paid him any attention. They set the date for the next meeting and Smith rose to his feet.
“Mr. Baranov I am releasing Mr. Jensen into your care. I am assigning a man to him to keep him safe while he is in your care.” Elena’s eyebrows rose in surprise and she waited for the arguments Peter would no doubt provide.
“Of course,” Peter said. “We welcome your associate. He will of course be blindfolded en-route to the preliminary hearing and remain in the observation room while the hearing is underway. From there he will be able to view the entire proceedings to assure you we have no intention of harming Mr. Jensen.” Smith seemed just as surprised as Elena about Peter’s acceptance. So surprised, she noted that he didn’t even argue the conditions.
“Very well,” he said. Privately Elena wondered how the council was going to pull this off. With a start she realized it wasn’t really her concern. Her concern was here, walking a very fine line when teaching the military about the channels. Elena almost wished she were going back to the Lorenzo. Everyone stood except Ian who slumped in his seat, a greenish cast to his skin. Smith nodded to the man standing beside Peter.
“Ms. Calabrese, I realize you came here with Mr. Baranov. Jonathan will be happy to drive you home.” Smith indicated the man standing to her left. Elena looked at him and he smiled. It was the sort of smile she associated with car salesmen and the television news reporters. Too much teeth, not enough humor. Elena looked to Peter. He nodded.
“I think that will be excellent as with Ian and your man in our vehicle things will already be a little cramped.”
“Very well,” Elena said, figuring anything Peter had to say to her would be transmitted later. She turned back to the toothy Jonathan. “I would be happy to accept your offer,’ she told him, even though it was Smith who had offered him. ‘At least we have moved from Smith and McMillan to Jonathan,’ she thought resignedly. The meeting broke up and they all trooped down the hallway and out of the door. A car was parked beside Peter’s car and Thomas eyes it with distain. She couldn’t blame him, it looked like a stripped down cop car. Jonathan steered her towards it while everyone but Smith piled into the car with Thomas.
“We will follow you out,” Peter told Jonathan as he slid into the passenger’s seat beside Thomas, relegating the unnamed man and Ian to the back. Elena inwardly sighed with relief. Even if the car ended up circling around, someone would watch to see her get out of the gates. Jonathan nodded his acceptance and steered them towards the entrance. As advised, Thomas followed. Elena gave directions to Jonathan and glanced around the car. It had a freshly cleaned smell and no personal belongings at all inside, including a pair of sunglasses, she noted as Jonathan squinted into the sunlight.
“I think your boyfriend is worried about you,” Jonathan said with a smile. Elena frowned. “Mr. Baranov is following us,” he clarified.
“He isn’t my boyfriend,” Elena said. Jonathan smiled.
“Really?” he asked with interest and Elena realized that wasn’t exactly the right thing to say. She turned to look out the window for the short drive. Jonathan dropped her off in front of her apartment. “See you soon,” he told her as she got out of the car. She wondered if he was going to be in all of her meetings. He pulled away from the curb and Thomas slid into his spot. Elena looked down as Peter rolled down the window. Thomas got out of the car and opened the back seat. He blindfolded Ian, shut the door walked around the car to open the other door and blindfold the military man.
“Who keeps blindfolds in their glove box?” she asked as he finished. Thomas shut the door and turned a smile her way. The eyes were laughing.
“We do,” he said. He returned to the driver’s seat and she realized it was the first time she had heard him speak.
“These are my contact numbers in case anything comes up,” Peter said, handing her a business card. She took it from him. “Do not hesitate to contact me for any reason great or small as I will be your council contact through this ordeal.” She nodded and tucked the card in her purse.
“Safe drive,” she told him. He nodded, rolled up the window and let Thomas speed them out of town.
“I wonder what the other drivers are going to think about the blindfolded men in the back seat?”
“So I guess you have heard you have been replaced,” he said. “How sad for you.” Abruptly the anger flooded her system. She shot to her feet, the chair slamming into the wall behind her. She leaned forward, placing her left hand on the table for support. Her right hand she drew back an open palm and swung it down to slap into Ian’s face as hard as she could muster. Behind Ian, Smith stared at her in surprise but made no movement to stop her.
“You bastard,” she said with vehemence. “Your stupidity sent those people to die.” Elena placed her right hand next to her left on the table and glared at Ian. Her handprint was a red welt across his cheek and he stared at her stunned. Smith cleared his throat.
“Perhaps we could discuss this a little more rationally,” he said. His eyes had narrowed from shock to speculation and Elena realized he had not really factored her into the day’s equations. She was just someone he could use to get what he wanted from the council. She could see in his eyes he thought Peter was the one he was going to deal with. Elena straightened up, sliding her hands from the center of the table to its edge. The man to her left stood and retrieved her char from where it had collided with the wall.
“Thank you,” she told him calmly. Elena sat down and he reseated himself. Smith sat down on the same side of the table as Ian, but made sure to place an empty chair between them as if already distancing himself. She was certain no one in the room missed the significance. Ian swallowed hard.
‘That probably wasn’t one of my better moves,’ she thought. Elena took a deep breath and swallowed her anger.
“My apologies,” she said to the room. “Violence should never be used as a first means of expression but merely as a last resort.”
“Considering he baited you, I believe your response was acceptable,” Peter said, his eyes trained on Ian. Ian let his gaze flick to Peter. His eyes began to dance around the room, taking in the other men before resting again on Elena. She could see by the look in his eyes that he finally realized he had no friends in this room. She watched the fear slide behind calculation and a flash of anger danced around the edges as he looked at her. Smith looked as though the meeting had not gone according to his plan and he was not certain how to get it back on track again.
“Is it me particularly or all pilots you hate?” She asked into the silence of Smith’s uncertainty. Ian snorted.
“I don’t hate pilots,” he said. ‘I just think your time has passed. Your guild rules and restrictions. Your exclusive little club restricting the pilots numbers so that only a few can actually get it. It’s all in the past. Now anyone can be a pilot. The guild can’t control everything anymore.” His voice didn’t sound panicked but triumphant and the gleam of the shark was in his eyes.
“Exclusive club?” she repeated. Understanding dawned on her and she let out a short bark of laughter. “You wanted to be a pilot,” she said. “This whole thing is because you can’t be a pilot.” Ian narrowed his eyes in rage.
“Wasn’t allowed to be you mean,” I wasn’t one of the precious few allowed in. And because you wouldn’t let me in, I created another way to let myself in.” He radiated smug self-satisfaction and Elena tilted her head in thought for a moment. While all members of the bloodlines carried the genes for piloting in their DNA code and could pass it down, the ability to see the channels only manifested in females. She thought of her dreams and the possibility that pilot skills were undergoing some sort of evolution. ‘Perhaps the rest of the bloodline is too.’
“Can you see the channels?” she asked Ian, her voice even. Beside her Peter turned slightly towards her, an eyebrow raised in question.
“You don’t need to see the channels to know where they are,” he said dismissively. Elena leaned back in her chair. Apparently Ian had not evolved.
“Yes you do,” she said. “If you can’t see them then you don’t know when they have shifted or if they are deep enough for your ship to be allowed passage. If you can not see then than you can not pilot.”
“My machine works just as well as a pilot,” Ian shot back defensively.
“How?” she asked.
“It is programmed to know,” he told her.
“With set coordinates?”
“Of course.”
“And the seasonal variations?” Elena asked. Across the table, Ian swallowed hard and pinched his mouth shut. “What about weather conditions?” she continued her questioning.
“The ships aren’t meant to be taken through the world gates in stormy weather. Even your ships wait for clear days to sail.”
“A good storm can shift a channel two meters, sometimes even more, off course for days after, even if the weather is clear on the day you sail. Are your machines programmed for that eventuality?” Ian remained silent.
“Why weren’t you on board the USS Navigator?”
“I was needed here to calibrated and record information to continue to refine the system.” Ian frowned at Elena not sure where the conversation was going. He darted his eyes towards Peter and then Smith. Both men remained silent. Ian glanced at the other two men and Elena remembered Smith had said Ian knew all of the people in the room. Knowing them didn’t seem to help him as neither man responded.
“Wouldn’t it be better to take measurements from the ship? That way you could make adjustments to the mechanism as needed to ensure the safety of the crew.”
“The crew is fine,” he said. “They are all experienced sailors and the AP385 is simple to use,” he informed her. Elena assumed the AP stood for autopilot and wondered if he had chosen the number at random or if he had gone through 384 prototypes before. Images of fleets of toy sailboats manned by dead lab rats sailed across her mind in time to the theme song for the Pinky and the Brain cartoon. She shook her head to dislodge the thought. “They sailed through the channel perfectly and all that is needed is for someone to pick them up because something went wrong.” Ian looked at her as though a light had just gone off in his head. “That’s why you were called in. As a rescue mission.” He stiffened up. “Hardly necessary as I would have retrieved them myself in a short while.”
“How?” Elena asked. “Your ship won’t be completed for another three months.”
“I have access to other non-military ships,” he said stiffly. Beside her Elena could feel Peter tense and she knew the thought of having more than just Ian involved did not sit well with him. She was sure questions would be asked.
“Then why haven’t you gone?” She asked.
“I was needed her to complete the work on the other military ship,” he said. Elena watched a look of disgust cross Smith’s face.
“Did you anticipate having to run to fetch the missing sailors?” She asked
“Of course not. It should have worked perfectly. I don’t know what they could have done to get it so off course.” His voice sounded petulant and Elena got the feeling he had to resist stomping his foot like a spoiled child.
“I thought you said it was simple to use?”
“It is simple,” he said. “All they had to do was sail through and then sail back. How difficult could that be? They are after all sailors.” He let out a huff of air and Elena tried not to ground her teeth. Her palm itched to slap him again but knew it would do no good.
“So you programmed the return coordinates?” she asked instead.
“They are the same coordinates,” he said.
“No they are not,” she told him. “Did you not take any of the classes?”
“Didn’t you hear me before? You wouldn’t let me be a pilot so why would I take classes I couldn’t use? Or did you want me to sit through the classes just so you could mock me because no matter how well I did on my exams I would still never be allowed to pilot one of your precious ships?”
“I took the classes,” Peter said his voice level and even. “And I am not a pilot.”
“Well no one is going to mock you,” Ian responded sullenly, crossing his arms across his chest.
“I don’t believe anyone was ever mocked in my classes,” Peter said. “After all very few of the students were pilots. Many like yourself became mechanics or merchants, depending where their skills and desires led.” Ian flushed at being called a mechanic. “I can also add my assurances to Ms. Calabrese’s that the coordinates for returning a ship are quite different from those leaving.”
“They have GPS systems and know how to change the coordinates if they have to. It was a safety precaution,” Ian told them. Elena resisted a snort of laughter at Ian finally mentioned a safety precaution.
“It wouldn’t have worked,” she said. “GPS means global positioning system. Once through the channels they wouldn’t be on the globe. Besides if the units were on when they went through they would be fried by the passage and be unusable on the other side.” Elena told him; surprised he didn’t know this basic fact. He stared at her dumbfounded for a moment.
“Well then it is good you are here to mount a rescue mission if nothing else.” Ian said stiffly. Elena looked towards Smith. Apparently Ian had not been told anything from their previous meeting. Smith sighed.
“The captain and crew of the USS Navigator are dead,” he said. “No further mission to recover the lost ship will be made.” His tone was gruff and matter of fact.
“I am sorry,” Ian said. “They should have been safe. But we will need to retrieve the ship to find out what went wrong.” Smith’s eyes narrowed.
“There is no ship left to recover,” Peter said. “It was destroyed on impact when you tried to send them through a channel that is blockaded.”
“The blockade must be recent,” Ian stammered.
“Relatively,” Peter told him. “It was installed in the early 1870s.”
“You mean 1970s,” Ian said.
“No I do not,” Peter said. Ian looked around sensing that any allies he hoped to gain by still seeming useful were quickly evaporating.
“Do you have any further questions regarding the information Mr. Jensen provided us?” Smith asked. To Elena’s surprise the question was directed at her and not Peter.
“I would like to see a list of the channels he provided you with as well as the schematics of the AP385 and whatever documentation you have been provided.” Smith nodded; after all she was here to correct Ian’s information.
“Of course,” he said. “We will get copies to you before our next meeting.”
“Those designs are mine,” Ian said. No one paid him any attention. They set the date for the next meeting and Smith rose to his feet.
“Mr. Baranov I am releasing Mr. Jensen into your care. I am assigning a man to him to keep him safe while he is in your care.” Elena’s eyebrows rose in surprise and she waited for the arguments Peter would no doubt provide.
“Of course,” Peter said. “We welcome your associate. He will of course be blindfolded en-route to the preliminary hearing and remain in the observation room while the hearing is underway. From there he will be able to view the entire proceedings to assure you we have no intention of harming Mr. Jensen.” Smith seemed just as surprised as Elena about Peter’s acceptance. So surprised, she noted that he didn’t even argue the conditions.
“Very well,” he said. Privately Elena wondered how the council was going to pull this off. With a start she realized it wasn’t really her concern. Her concern was here, walking a very fine line when teaching the military about the channels. Elena almost wished she were going back to the Lorenzo. Everyone stood except Ian who slumped in his seat, a greenish cast to his skin. Smith nodded to the man standing beside Peter.
“Ms. Calabrese, I realize you came here with Mr. Baranov. Jonathan will be happy to drive you home.” Smith indicated the man standing to her left. Elena looked at him and he smiled. It was the sort of smile she associated with car salesmen and the television news reporters. Too much teeth, not enough humor. Elena looked to Peter. He nodded.
“I think that will be excellent as with Ian and your man in our vehicle things will already be a little cramped.”
“Very well,” Elena said, figuring anything Peter had to say to her would be transmitted later. She turned back to the toothy Jonathan. “I would be happy to accept your offer,’ she told him, even though it was Smith who had offered him. ‘At least we have moved from Smith and McMillan to Jonathan,’ she thought resignedly. The meeting broke up and they all trooped down the hallway and out of the door. A car was parked beside Peter’s car and Thomas eyes it with distain. She couldn’t blame him, it looked like a stripped down cop car. Jonathan steered her towards it while everyone but Smith piled into the car with Thomas.
“We will follow you out,” Peter told Jonathan as he slid into the passenger’s seat beside Thomas, relegating the unnamed man and Ian to the back. Elena inwardly sighed with relief. Even if the car ended up circling around, someone would watch to see her get out of the gates. Jonathan nodded his acceptance and steered them towards the entrance. As advised, Thomas followed. Elena gave directions to Jonathan and glanced around the car. It had a freshly cleaned smell and no personal belongings at all inside, including a pair of sunglasses, she noted as Jonathan squinted into the sunlight.
“I think your boyfriend is worried about you,” Jonathan said with a smile. Elena frowned. “Mr. Baranov is following us,” he clarified.
“He isn’t my boyfriend,” Elena said. Jonathan smiled.
“Really?” he asked with interest and Elena realized that wasn’t exactly the right thing to say. She turned to look out the window for the short drive. Jonathan dropped her off in front of her apartment. “See you soon,” he told her as she got out of the car. She wondered if he was going to be in all of her meetings. He pulled away from the curb and Thomas slid into his spot. Elena looked down as Peter rolled down the window. Thomas got out of the car and opened the back seat. He blindfolded Ian, shut the door walked around the car to open the other door and blindfold the military man.
“Who keeps blindfolds in their glove box?” she asked as he finished. Thomas shut the door and turned a smile her way. The eyes were laughing.
“We do,” he said. He returned to the driver’s seat and she realized it was the first time she had heard him speak.
“These are my contact numbers in case anything comes up,” Peter said, handing her a business card. She took it from him. “Do not hesitate to contact me for any reason great or small as I will be your council contact through this ordeal.” She nodded and tucked the card in her purse.
“Safe drive,” she told him. He nodded, rolled up the window and let Thomas speed them out of town.
“I wonder what the other drivers are going to think about the blindfolded men in the back seat?”
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