Jack Campbell - Tarnished Knight

To my agent, Joshua Bilmes, who has stuck with me through thick and thin, offering support, encouragement, and advice.

For S., as always.

Treason could be as simple as walking through a doorway.

At least that was true anywhere ruled by the Syndicate Worlds, and when the doorway in question had stenciled on it in large, red letters the words Unauthorized Access Forbidden OBSTLT. CEO Artur Drakon, commander of Syndicate Worlds ground forces in the Midway Star System, had spent his life following rules like that and only partly because everyone knew that OBSTLT stood for Or Be Subject to Life Termination. Death was the sort of blunt term that the Syndicate Worlds bureaucracy liked to avoid no matter how freely it meted out that punishment.

No, he had obeyed because there hadnt been much choice while the endless war with the Alliance continued, when disobedience could leave a path open for the enemy to destroy homes and cities and sometimes entire worlds. And if the enemy didnt destroy your home as a result of your rebellious behavior, and if you somehow escaped the long and powerful reach of Internal Security, then the mobile forces of the Syndicate Worlds themselves would rain down death on your world from orbit in the name of law, discipline, and stability.

But now the war had ended in exhaustion and defeat. No one trusted the Alliance, but they had stopped attacking. And the mobile forces of the Syndicate Worlds, the once-unassailable fist of the central government, had been almost wiped out in a flurry of destruction wrought by an Alliance leader who should have been dead a century ago.

That left the ISS, the Internal Security Service, to worry about. The snakes of the ISS were a very big worry indeed, but nothing that he couldnt handle now.

Drakon walked through the doorway. He could do that because multiple locks and codes had already been overridden, multiple alarm systems had been disabled or bypassed, a few deadly automated traps disarmed, and four human sentries in critical positions had been turned and now answered to him rather than to CEO Hardrad, head of Internal Security. All of this had been done on Drakons orders. But until Drakon entered the room beyond he could claim to have been testing internal defenses. Now he had unquestionably committed treason against the Syndicate Worlds.

Drakon had expected to feel increased tension as he entered that room; instead, a sense of calm filled him. Retreat and alternate paths were no longer possible; there was no more room for uncertainty or questioning his decision. Within the next several hours, he would either win or die.

Inside, his two most trusted assistants were already busy at separate consoles. Bran Malins fingers were flying as he rerouted and diverted surveillance data from all over the planet which should be streaming into the Internal Security Service headquarters complex. On the other side of the room, Roh Morgan used one hand to flick a strand of hair from her eyes as she rapidly entered false surveillance feed loops designed to fool the automated systems at ISS into thinking that everything still worked properly. Drakon was dressed in the dark blue executive ensemble every CEO was expected to wear, an outfit he personally detested, but both Malin and Morgan were clad in the tight, dull black skin suits designed to be worn under mechanized combat armor. The skin suits also served well on their own for breaking and entering, though.

Malin sat back, rubbing his neck with his right hand, then smiled at Drakon. ISS is blind, sir, and they dont even know it.

Drakon nodded as he studied the display. Malin, youre a wizard.

Morgan stretched like a cat, lithe and deadly, then stood up, leaning against the nearest wall with her arms crossed. Im the one who got us in here and entered the deception loops. What does that make me?

A witch? Malin asked, his expression and voice deadpan.

For a moment, Morgan tensed, then one corner of her mouth curled upward as she gazed at Malin. Did I tell you that Id calculated the lowest possible cost to fire a single shot from a hand weapon, Malin?

No. Why should I care?

Because it came out to thirteen centas. Thats why youre still alive. I realized killing you wasnt worth the expense.

Malin bared his teeth at her as he drew his combat knife and balanced it on one palm. This wouldnt cost a centa to use. Go ahead and give it a try.

Nah. Morgan stood away from the wall, flexing her hands. Id still have to put some effort into it, and like I said, youre not worth whatever energy it would take to kill you. CEO Drakon, we should eliminate those four sentries. They could still betray us.

Drakon shook his head. They were promised that if they played along, they and their families wouldnt be killed.

So? If they were stupid enough to believe the promise of a CEO

It was my promise, Drakon interrupted. I made a commitment. If I violate that, I wont be able to count on anyone elses believing Ill do what I say.

Morgan shook her head with a long-suffering look. Thats the attitude that got you stuck out here in the back end of nowhere. As long as theyre afraid of you, it doesnt matter whether or not they believe you.

Malin pretended to applaud, his palms clapping together silently. You know the first workplace rule for Syndicate Worlds CEOs. Very good. Now think about the fact that we lost the war.

I operate the way that works for me, Drakon told Morgan, who was pretending not to have heard Malin.

She shrugged. Its your rebellion. Ill check on the assault preparations and get the troops moving as planned.

Let me know if any problems develop, Drakon replied. I appreciate your support in this.

That was always a given. Morgan started to leave, now ignoring Malins presence completely.

And, Morgan

She paused in the doorway.

The sentries will not be killed. He said it flatly and with force.

I heard you the first time, Morgan replied, then continued on out.

After the door closed, Malin looked at Drakon. Sir, if she notifies the snakes of what were planning, shell end up in command and youll be dead.

Drakon shook his head. Morgan wont do that.

You cant trust her. You must know that.

I know that she is loyal to me, Drakon said, keeping his voice even.

Morgan doesnt understand loyalty. Shes using you for her own purposes, which remain hidden. The moment youre no longer useful, she might put a shot in your back. Or a knife, Malin finished, raising his own knife meaningfully before resheathing it with a single thrust.

Morgan has told me the same thing about you, Drakon thought as he considered a reply to Malin. Morgan realizes that she couldnt count on the snakes rewarding her for turning us in. Theyd be just as likely to shoot her, too, no matter what agreement they had reached with her. Morgan knows that just as well as I do. But I am keeping an eye on her. I keep an eye on everyone.

Thats why youre still alive. Malin shook his head. Im not suggesting that you get rid of her. As long as shes alive, you need to have her where you can watch her.

Drakon paused, eyeing Malin. Are you advising that I take care of the as long as shes alive part?

No, sir, Malin answered.

Then youd better not be planning to take care of that yourself. I know its common practice with some CEOs subordinates, but I dont tolerate those kinds of games on my staff. Its bad for discipline, and it plays hell with the working environment.

Malin grinned. I will not kill Morgan. His smile faded, and Malin gave a worried glance upward. We can take down the Internal Security Service on the surface, we