The Fireseed Wars

SEVEN

After landing his aircar at the top of the Paratime Building, Field-Agent Maldar Dard went to the antigrav shaft and floated down to the floor housing Paratime Police Headquarters. It was his second visit to the Chief's new office and he was hoping that he was in line for the plum assignment of working on Kalvan's Time-Line. Verkan, whom he'd worked with on the Wizard Trader detail, had told him that he was looking for several of his best field agents to monitor events in his absence.

Paratime Police Chief Verkan was in a tight spot; he was facing charges of dereliction of duty due to his "obsession"-the kindest way it was being reported by the media-with Kalvan's Time-Line and his outtimer friends. Newsie Yandar Yadd never finished a broadcast without demanding a Paratime Commission investigation into the Chief's alleged abuses.

When Maldar reached the Chief's office, Verkan's secretary ushered him right into the room. Inside the Chief was seated at his famous horseshoe desk and behind him was the famous display cabinet with mementos of the Chief's most notable cases. There was something new this time-a horribly damaged breastplate which appeared to be from Kalvans Time-Line. Is this the infamous breastplate that stopped a two-ounce chunk of lead from spreading Verkan's ribs? If so, how did mere lead rip durasteel armor?

There were three other young field agents and one old timer, Deputy Bureau Chief Altarn Vor, with a long nose good for poking into tight spaces and a tight-lipped mouth. It was rumored that he was Verkan's first field commander and good friend, although, it was hard to imagine the two of them as allies, as they appeared so different on the surface. The urbane Verkan Vail and the stodgy old Deputy with a face like a vole.

"All of you know each other, except for Maldar Dard, who was with me on Third Level, Zthrykx Sector when we collared what we thought then was the command cell of the Wizard Traders. If it wasn't for Maldar's excellent shooting, four of the leaders would have reached their secret conveyer chamber before we could have stopped them."

"I read that report. Good work," Vordran Larn said, wearing a yellow cloak over his green Paratime Police uniform and some kind of outtime riding boots.

"Thanks," he replied.

"Field Agent Maldar, the man who just spoke is Inspector Vordran Larn, one of my top troubleshooters-only he usually shoots first. The tall man seated next to him is Kiro Soran, he's another First Class Field Agent, who should have been promoted long ago to Deputy Subchief. But he's too useful in the field, like yourself. You know Deputy Altarn. Inspector Kostran Galth is my man-on-the-spot-which right now is a very hot spot-in Greffa as head of the Greffan Study Team. Finally, that man over there- who looks like he's part of the furniture, but don't let that fool you; he's aware of everything going on in this room-is Dalzar Hoik. He's spent the last two years on Kalvan's Time-Line watching out for Rylla as Captain Dalzar; he's the one who saved her during the Phaxos fiasco. He took a gunshot to the shoulder for his efforts. If that doesn't qualify as hazardous duty, I don't know what does!"

They all laughed. The stories around the shop about Rylla's suicidal bravery and beauty were legend.

Verkan continued when the room quieted. "Since I'm going to be deskbound for the next year or so, at the very least, I'm sure all of you were thinking that you'd be acting as my surrogates on Kalvan's Time-Line."

Everyone but Deputy Bureau Chief Altarn nodded.

"Sorry, but we've got other fish to fry. Some of you are going to do some digging right here on Home Time Line, while the rest will do some reconnaissance on Kalvan's Time-Line." Verkan turned around and opened the door to the right side of his display case, removing the battered breastplate. "This was supposed to be a durasteel breastplate, made right here on Home Time Line, a special design for the Department's outtime inventory. Anyone have any idea of how the original-I've seen the manufacturer's manifest-got substituted by this chromium-steel alloy breastplate? It's good steel of First Level manufacture, but not impervious to two-ounces of lead shot at point-blank range.

"Obviously, there's termites in the walls. I want two of you, Deputy Altharn and Inspector Vordran, to look into this for me. This isn't an external enemy; it's one of our own gone bad. I'd get Internal Affairs on it, but for all I know Barton Shar may have infiltrated them, too."

Barton was the Paratime Police Deputy Inspector in charge of Stores and Equipment and was known to be deeply resentful that former Chief Tortha Karf had passed him over to advance his protege Verkan Vail. Maldar had heard all the scuttlebutt, but didn't feel any sympathy for him; no one with his head screwed on right had wanted Barton, who was as well known for his hair-trigger temper as his arse-kissing, to be Chief.

"Altarn thinks Barton may be in bed with Hasthor Flan." Verkan paused to let that sink in.

Hasthor Flan was the current head of the Opposition Party, and it would be hard to find a more fervent Verkan hater. It was also rumored that Hasthor had ties to Hadron Tharn, the Chief's mad-dog brother-in-law. Maldar was glad to not have been picked for this assignment; especially, since he preferred working outtime-like most Paratime Policemen.

"Dalzar," Verkan continued, "I want you to continue protecting Queen Rylla. I know it's a difficult assignment and you've been on this assignment for almost three years, but you've got a good cover and the Queen trusts you. In a sense, you've made yourself irreplaceable."

"Thanks, Chief. I was hoping for some down time." Dalzar didn't appear that unhappy to Maldar. He wondered if Dalzar had found some outtimer to soothe away his off-duty hours; if so, he wouldn't be the first.

"Soran, I want you to go to Nythros and establish yourself as a free trader, looking for goods. Rumor around the palace has it that Kalvan's been spending a lot of time learning Urgothi and has a meeting scheduled with the Nythrosi ambassador. You'll also be in a good position to do some reconnaissance if the Hostigi or the Grand Host reach Rathon City"-Verkan paused as he accessed his memory-"or what Kalvan would call Columbus, Ohio. Your Urgothi cover name will be Survan."

The tall Paracop with a short beard nodded. It appeared that this wasn't news to him.

"Kostran, tell Dalzar what you've heard at Theovacar's court."

"As you'd expect," Kostran started, "there are a lot of silly rumors floating around. The big one is that Kalvan is going to invade Greffa-as if he needs that kind of trouble! However, there are also some rumors that make a lot of sense. Another is that Kalvan's trying to find an ally so he can move into one of the weaker states in the Upper Middle Kingdoms. Everyone knows that even the Hostigi scullery maids were smart enough to leave Hos-Hostigos. Right now the Nythros City States is in the middle of a trade war with Greffa and would aid Styphon himself for the right price. Nythros is a merchant-run state and the Family of Five, the ruling autocrats, are looking for ways to hit the Grefftscharri where it hurts.

"From what I've overheard," Kostran continued, "Kalvan is not too hopeful about getting any aid from King Theovacar and is looking for other allies. He's had all the Ulthori mapmakers and sea merchants meet with the Royal Office of Cartography to critique detailed maps his cartographers are making of the area, especially Thagnor. Kalvan's also been spending a lot of time with the new Royal Shipwrights Guild; he has them building what he calls 'gunboats'-small rowboats-too big for dinghies and too small for schooners or galleys. Actually, they're mobile gun platforms, big enough to hold a four- or six-pound gun.

"My guess is that Kalvan is going to exploit Prince Varrack's poor leadership and maybe try to leverage him out and move into Thagnor himself. It's in a good location-at Bongaran Equivalent, the Europo-American Equivalent of Detroit, which Kalvan is familiar with, as he had an aunt who used to live in Dearborn. Thagnor also controls the passage between Lake Huron and Lake Erie. It owns the salt mines of Detroit and claims Gytha, Windsor, Ontario, as a vassal. Gytha's semi-independent, but is tied by marriage to Morthron, Greffa and Hos-Agrys, which means that Prince Varrack's claims are in open dispute."

"Good work," Verkan said. "In the last message ball from former Chief Tortha, he said his meeting with King Theovacar went out the air-hole. If not an enemy in name, the King is definitely not an ally. Kalvan will find no help from that quarter. Tortha thinks that Theovacar would like to see the Hostigi run through the meat-grinder of the Grand Host one more time, or how ever many it takes to turn them into sausage. Nobody in the Upper Middle Kingdoms wants Kalvan and his subjects to settle anywhere close."

Maldar nodded. He could understand their reluctance; Kalvan was at best a nuisance, at worst a complete disaster. His infantry alone had more firearms than the combined arsenals of all the Middle Kingdoms!

"Maldar," Verkan said, "I want you to act as our roving agent in Hos-Harphax and Hos-Agrys. Your new Zarthani name will be Maldros. I've got the Harphaxi Study Team working up a cover as an out-of-work mercenary captain who heads their security force. I'll give you some good men, including my minder Dalon Sath, to work as your petty-captains-or what we would call sergeants. I want you to recruit some local talent in Harphax City, and do it fast before things get hot and everyone who can buckle on a sword is employed. Later, next spring we may have you going into Hos-Agrys as a mercenary captain."

"Yes, sir," Maldar said, trying to hide his disappointment. He'd wanted the Kalvan assignment in Thagnor City as he figured that was where all the action was going to be.

As though reading his mind, Verkan added, "Don't be disappointed, Agent Maldar. Archpriest Danthor contacted our Balph Study Team and told our agent-in-charge that the Inner Circle under Styphon's Voice Anaxthenes-as soon as he's Elected-is going to order Grand Master Soton to besiege Agrys City, sack the place, kill Great King Demistophon and put in his place a Styphon's House puppet regime.

"Frankly, that's not going to be as easy as those Inner Circle armchair strategists believe. Not that Demistophon is any great shakes as either a leader or military expert. In fact, he's anything but. However, there are a lot of Agrysi Princes who've been sitting on the sidelines of the Fireseed Wars spoiling for a fight. Now Styphon's House is about to bring the fight right onto their own front porch. It should be interesting."

Maldar smiled. This is more like it. Captain Maldros, I like it!

"Okay men, I want you to head out now. Altarn and Vordran, you two stay here; we're going to discuss this 'internal problem' we're facing and just how we're going to fix it."