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Linda Nagata - The Last Good Man

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Scarred by war. In pursuit of truth. Army veteran True Brighton left the service when the development of robotic helicopters made her training as a pilot obsolete. Now she works at Requisite Operations, a private military company established by friend and former Special Ops soldier Lincoln Han. ReqOp has embraced the new technologies. Robotics, big data, and artificial intelligence are all tools used to augment the skills of veteran warfighters-for-hire. But the tragedy of war is still measured in human casualties, and when True makes a chance discovery during a rescue mission, old wounds are ripped open. Shes left questioning what she knows of the past, and resolves to pursue the truth, whatever the cost. THE LAST GOOD MAN is a powerful, complex, and very human tale.

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Linda Nagata

THE LAST GOOD MAN

The Business of War

We told her not to go. It was too dangerous. She told us it would be all right. There would be security.

The gray-haired gentleman speaks in quiet syllables, each chiseled by the emotions he holds in check as he explains the circumstances that have brought him to Requisite Operations Incorporated, a private military company headquartered in Thurston County, south of Seattle. In a conference room elegantly appointed in dark-brown fabrics and hardwood surfaces, he recounts all that has gone wrong.

The so-called security was a joke. Only six armed guards, none with adequate training, all murdered in minutes and now shes their captive. Theyve made her speak their propaganda. Theyve put her under the veil, but its her. They dont reveal her name, but its her voice, her eyes on the videos. My daughter, my precious Fatima. My only daughter.

True Brighton, ReqOps forty-nine-year-old Director of Operations, sits at the end of the conference rooms oval table, an observer, positioned on the periphery of this conversation, there to evaluate the suitability of the proposed project and of Mr. Yusri Atwan as a potential client.

She is struck by Yusris calm, reserved manner. He is striving mightily to present himself as a rational man, a man Requisite Operations can work with. A determined man who understands the realities of the world. For all that, he cannot hide the fact that he is also a desperate man.

True notes the slight tremor in his hands as he opens a folder he earlier placed on the table. He turns the folder around, slides it across the tables short axis to Lincoln Han. This is my daughter, he says quietly.

Lincoln is the principal owner and Chief Executive Officer of Requisite Operations. He is conducting this interview. He reaches for the folder with his prosthetic left hand, articulated fingers curling as he drags the folder closer. The hand does not try to hide its technological nature. No flesh tones. Its made instead of a semi-translucent, smoky gray plastic that reveals the embedded electronics as glints and shadows. Soft pads at the fingertips allow him to grip the corner of the folder, lift it. True sees a printed photo insidea smiling dark-haired young woman. Lincoln studies her image while Yusri continues.

Ive been to the State Department, he says. Ive seen my congressional representative, my senator. They all tell me theyre doing what they can, but theyre doing nothing. Its been four months. I would pay a ransom if I could. If I knew how.

Lincoln uses his artificial fingers to slide the photograph over to True. He is forty years old. An army veteran, he lost his hand in a helicopter crash that ended his career and nearly took his life. That was five years ago.

True still wonders: If shed been his pilot that day, would things have been different?

She flew for him for years on clandestine missions, but she was home, working as an army flight instructor, when his helicopter went down. The ensuing fire left his face a scarred, immobile mask, worse on the left side. His nose and his left ear are prosthetics. His left eye is a bionic device that translates gray-scale visual input to his brain, extending his peripheral vision and improving his depth perception. The eye has a black iris darker and larger than his natural eye. The imbalance, combined with his scars, a flattop haircut, and arms sheathed in colorful tattoos, gives him a slightly maniacal aura despite the counterbalance of his casual civilian clothinga tan ReqOps polo shirt and brown slacks.

Lincoln returns his gaze to Yusri and says in a soft rasp, the result of more scarring in his larynx, The United States government does not pay ransoms, Mr. Atwan. Ransoms only encourage more kidnappings. As a military contractor licensed to work with the federal government, Requisite Operations is required to abide by that policy. So we cannot help you pay a ransom.

Yusris voice grows plaintive. She is not political. She only wanted to help people, to do some good in the world.

I understand that, sir.

True confronts the photo of Fatima Atwan. A bright-eyed young woman, the prime years of her life still ahead.

Yusris reserve slips. She doesnt deserve this!

True looks up to see tears shining in his eyes.

Yusri Atwan is a Seattle native. He owns a small but prosperous company that manufactures chemical sensors. His daughter, Fatima, is a young medical doctor and an idealist, dedicated to helping those less fortunate than herself. She committed to a year of overseas service with a charitable foundation. And her father is right: She doesnt deserve what happened to her. But then, most people overrun by the firestorms of chaos and anarchy dont deserve their fates.

It takes Yusri only seconds to recover his composure, and when he speaks again to Lincoln, its in a hard, determined voice. Ive talked to people, Mr. Han. They say you, your company, can help when no one else can. I understand it costs money. I can pay. I can get six hundred thousand dollars in cash within two business days. Its all I have and I know its not enough, but shes with El-Hashem.

As these words pass his lips, Yusris face flushes dark. He looks away; he looks at the wall. True watches him intently, sure that he is contemplating what that fact means for his daughter. Is there anything worse than knowing the brutality your child endures and being helpless to affect it? No, she thinks. There is not. Breathing softly, shallowly, she schools herself to stay focused.

Hussam El-Hashem has styled himself a holy warrior, head of the Al-Furat Coalition, but in truth he is nothing more than a gangster grown wealthy on protection money and kidnapping-and-ransom schemes. There are men like him all over the world, bereft of conscience and willing to commit atrocities in the name of any convenient cause.

There is no shame but only lethal anger in Yusris voice when he speaks aloud the blunt truth of his daughters plight: El-Hashem beats her, he rapes her, he calls her his wife.

The ceiling light sparks in Lincolns artificial eye as he leans forward. He knows the sort of information this frustrated father should have access to, because prior to this interview he commissioned a preliminary report on Fatima Atwan. Nothing in that report indicated Hussam regarded her as a wife. How do you know this, Mr. Atwan?

Yusris gaze settles again on Lincolns scarred face. He does not flinch from it. Another hostage, an Italian. She was ransomed a few days ago. She called me. She begged me to act, to do all that I could. His passion is easily read in the set of his jaw, in the tension of his brow, but despite it, his voice holds only the slightest tremor as he plays what he must consider to be his strongest card: The United States government and the Iraqi government together have offered a two-million-dollar bounty for Hussam El-Hashem. I will pay you six hundred thousand dollars now. And when you go to rescue my Fatima, you will also kill El-Hashem and take his head and earn two million dollars more. I am begging you, Mr. Han. I am begging you to do this. For Fatima. For her mother. For me. She is my pride and joy and I am begging you to bring her home.

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True remains in the conference room, contemplating the portrait of Fatima, while Lincoln escorts Yusri across the hall. She listens for the click and soft buzz of the electronic locks on the security door that opens onto the lobby. When the locks buzz a second time, she knows the door has closed again and that Yusri is on the other side.

She stands to her full five-eight height, stretching lean muscles stiff from yesterdays workout. Despite her age, she maintains an athletic figureand dresses to emphasize the fact. Being the oldest among a staff of physically fit veterans, she knows its not just a matter of maintaining her strength and conditioning, but also of preserving their confidence in her abilities. Today she wears a scoop-necked, cinnamon-brown microfiber T-shirt that shows off the muscle definition in her shoulders, her neck, and her arms, along with form-fitting slacks in a lighter shade.

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