Jethro 10 Snippet 5

 

Chapter 5

 

Antigua

 

General Lyon scanned the latest training report and nodded to himself. So far so good. Getting quality material for the Cadre was tough. He had so many commitments going on. It was odd that Tau was the one sector he didn’t have troops in. He had SpecOps, but no Cadre. There hadn’t been a call for them during the Confederation War, though he’d anticipated a call during the occupation phase. Fortunately, that hadn’t occurred, and instead, he’d sent the bulk of the Cadre off to Sigma.

This Confederation civil war was an issue though. As much as the powers that be would love to let the Taurens sort out their own house, they couldn’t. The rebels were holding hostages in the form of their own non-Tauren citizens as well as thousands of Federation personnel.

Given their track record in treating the non-Taurens over the centuries as well as what reportedly happened to the Pele refugees; things didn’t bode well for the hostages.

Well, he had agreed to scrounge up some SpecOps forces for the possible invasion force. Getting Marine and Army Recon squads had been simple. They were on leave but a squad of each would be ready whenever they needed to move out.

He even had a SEAL team ready to go. They had recently graduated from the training course on Agnosta and had been earmarked to go to Sigma sector. He had backstopped them for the moment.

The Cadre would be the icing on the cake. He didn’t have any Cadre officers … Cadre were natural operators not officers. But he did have one squad that had come together. They still had some rough edges, but if the training report was accurate, they might be available to deploy during the window.

He made a soft puttering sound and then blinked when his inbox pinged.

“Is that who I think it is?” he asked Mars, his AI partner.

“Jack is relaying Admiral Thornby’s schedule.”

“Ah.” He nodded. He scanned it briefly. It looks like they were not going to have dinner that evening after all. Pity.

“I guess I’ll take a rain check. Any progress on the investigation on the McClintock assault?” he asked.

“No, sir. The trail has gone cold.”

“Darn,” he said. That was to be expected. The team were professionals. The running hypothesis was that they had come from either ET or Bek. They’d done a very good job playing ghosts. Most likely they had disappeared like smoke into the population.

Well, now that they were forewarned, the Cadre population was forearmed. The AI were on alert and doing check-ins with each family member as well as prospective Cadre members. Hopefully, there would not be a repeat of the assault.

“I wish we had more intel damn it. At least Baggy is okay.”

“Yes, sir. The family is on alert and housed on the base. They are chafing at the restrictions, however.”

“Well, perhaps we can ease up if we know the mercenaries are no longer here or no longer targeting them.”

“Unfortunately, there is no information indicating that, sir,” Mars reminded him.

“Yeah,” the general sighed.

<<(O)>>

Bagheera grimaced as he ran the scenario. He had been gaming and staying awake on adrenaline, youth, excitement, a desire to win, and energy drinks. Probably too much of the last, he was getting button punchy and twitchy. Fatigue was setting in.

He had one last thing to try out though, a trick he’d thought of. He was supposed to deliver his report in the morning.

The scenario was basic, get from point A to B along roads. Obviously, the easiest path was a straight line. He understood why they didn’t want to go by air, that just made you a target for everyone in the surrounding area.

He was finding out that the motorcycle thing was almost as bad.

He rubbed his hands and flexed his fingers as the AI populated the map with opposing forces. Once it was done, the ready button flashed.

He inhaled, held his breath for a second and then exhaled as he centered himself. He then hit the enter key.

The map was randomly generated as was the opposing force. Normally he’d have a unit with him but this was a lone wolf map since it was a basic test.

“Time to mix it up,” he growled as he committed the map to memory. His years of experience gave him ideas on where ambush teams would be set up. Based on what he was seeing, there were too many to avoid.

The straight line course had the most since it was along an elevated highway. But taking a roundabout path meant he would get hit as forces moved to block him. He’d be under siege.

Take the quick path to certain destruction or the death of a thousand cuts?

A timer appeared. He grimaced and he felt his ears go flat. “Frack.”

He triggered the transformation sequence and then got moving. “Let’s dance,” he growled as he felt the base rumble in his chair and then the sounds pick up in intensity.

<<(O)>>

Jethro 10 Snippet 4

 

Chapter 4

 

Atlas XIV

 

Jethro checked on the status of his unit. They had reorganized the TOE in the aftermath of taking the vast ship. Now he had another headache to deal with.

Each fire team had a block of sectors to monitor and act as SWAT. So, one fire team had nine sectors to respond to. It was a lot of ground to cover. They were on ten hours, off four, and then on for another ten. They were also on call. They each had up to six robots to control, but the robots were not as good as an actual fellow soldier.

They were backstopped by Marines in powered armor in a few hot spots but they were few and far between. Many of the powered armor troops had to also guard critical areas of the ship.

Marines and MPs were guarding specific areas or acting as a liaison with the Horathians that they had deemed trustworthy. There had been a few incidents and several Marines had been killed in an ambush, but so far nothing too earth shattering.

There were NCIS and JAG teams scattered about the ship too, doing interviews. They and the engineering teams were the most annoying. They had to have guards too and some were damn annoying. A couple of the JAGs wanted a personal escort of Cadre.

Not going to happen, he thought sourly.

<<(O)>>

Bast monitored Jethro's emotional state along with a host of other things on her list. She was being pulled in a variety of directions just like the other AI. They had gotten support from the ship AI, but it was still an ongoing struggle to keep up with all of the demands for their attention. Luckily they had some support from the ships in the fleet. Batmobile's ship AI, Alfred, and some other ships had come into the main bay and docked in order to directly help in the network.

She was looking forward to the downtime to allow her to process and sort through the mess. An organic would think of the downtime as rest and recovery, and many still did not understand just how vital it was for her kind as well as their own.

<<(O)>>

Sergeant Sabu McClintock liked the enemy combatants. Well, okay, the ones that were dumb enough to carry a weapon and fight back. He couldn't do much about the ones that gave him a dirty look at the moment.

The die hards were the ones that were making things oh-so-difficult and yet simplifying things at the same time. They were outing themselves and painting targets on their backs. But they were keeping him busy. It was the ones in the crowds, the sneaky shits, that had some of his people worried. They were fully expecting a knife in the back at any turn.

It was enough to make any good soldier paranoid. They could only let their guard down in areas that were completely cleared of Horathians. Even then peace and security was relative; they'd had a couple of incidents of people trying to slip explosives into safe zones, or blow plasma conduits to flood areas with plasma that would destroy everything that it touched.

He'd heard about the guy who'd strapped explosives to a baby and tried to hand it off to a corpsman.

Nice people, he mused darkly.

Well, it was to be expected; after all, they were technically uninvited guests. Not really guests, he corrected himself, new landlords.

At least they'd gotten the leaders to bed. All of the Horathian leadership were in stasis. The theory was that by cutting off the head of the snake the body could thrash and cause some damage but not cause as much trouble.

Honestly, he didn't see them as a snake. More along the line of a flock of headless chickens.

If they ever did find another leader, things could get sticky.

He had another two hours on shift and then he was down for four hours. He was looking forward to a break though he dreaded looking into his sister's status. Word was that they were going to decide if they should try to rebuild her here or ship her back home for Zuhura and the medics to do the job.

Considering how complex it was to regenerate limbs and other bits, his money was on shipping her back in stasis. That was a shame; she should share in the victory. Or at least help cleanup after it, he mused.

Typical, he thought as he keyed a memo.

"Really? Writing a reminder to tease your sister about leaving her mess to clean up?" his AI teased.

"Something like that," he said as he finished the memo and then got back to work.

<<(O)>>

Major Snorkle nodded as he read the latest reports. So far they were holding. Naval officers were taking charge. Integrating the sleepers into their ranks was both helping and a hindrance. Many were suffering time-related trauma. That was fully understandable, though they needed to be identified and either given the chance to process off duty or find another coping mechanism while still remaining useful.

The medics had offered to put some who had been suffering severe symptoms back into stasis; however, that had backfired. They'd had a couple of violent incidents. Fortunately, none fatal.

One of the best things that they had going for them was that the enemy was unorganized and uncoordinated. They couldn't communicate with each other well. Attempts to do so were identified, monitored, and forces were directed to capture them once their locations were narrowed down.

He rolled his shoulders. The one spot of good news was that all of the injured were off ship, in hospitals, or in stasis like Suqi McClintock. The captured Horathian leadership was as well.

He'd feel a lot better when they were off ship too. For the moment, they were stored in the stasis bays that had formally held the previous Federation skeleton crew.

<<(O)>>

Minotaur watched a civilian shipyard worker break down. She cried softly until a coworker found her and then knelt to talk to her. He made certain she was not going to become violent and then tagged a bot to monitor the situation before moving his attention elsewhere.

The AI was seeing that a lot with the civilian side. The AI had set up their own forums with things to watch out for and people to check on regularly. He had shielded his principle from such unwanted attention. Ox was still struggling with some of his PTSD but had a handle on it. Throwing himself into the work helped a great deal.

Speaking of which … he noted the JAG officer approaching Ox and hit record. "This should be interesting," he stated for his principle's ears as he alerted him to trouble coming his way.

<<(O)>>

"This should be interesting," Minotaur's voice said for his ears only. The Tauren's big ears twitched and then he saw an icon on his HUD coming up behind him.

"You there, Cadre," the attorney stated.

He turned. The woman was dressed in a skinsuit with body armor strapped over it. She had a sidearm strapped to her hip and a helmet.

"Make sure that there are no power interuptions to the number six grid. The last flux burned out a life support module."

"How?" a navy tech argued. "They should be buffered, right?"

"They bypassed the breakers and hard wired it into the net."

The human tech grimaced and then shook his head. "Stupid."

"Stupid, yes. In a hurry or just lazy. Either way, we don't have the spares right now to replace the breakers so we're flying without a net. So beware."

"You there," the strident voice said.

"Dismissed," Ox said as he turned to the lieutenant.

"Yes … Lieutenant Yerenski?" he asked mildly. A message from Major Snorkle's AI asking for a status report came up on his inbox along with six others from naval officers.

"I need to get to the number six hold and interview the prisoners there."

"Yes,  ma’am, it is that way," he said as Minotaur pulled up a map to indicate the direction. "Take the port corridor and then get to the lift, then down seven levels. There are security teams at the lifts to direct you if you get lost."

"Or she could use the map on her HUD," Minotaur said for his ears only.

"I require an escort," she stated. "Clear your schedule. I'm assigning you to my security detail for the duration."

"I'm afraid not, ma'am."

Her face clouded. "I'm an officer giving you a direct order, Sergeant …," her face cleared as he felt her reach through her WiFi to tag his ID implants. "… Chief Warrant Officer Ox?" she asked. She blinked and then her eyes went wide. Instinctively, she came to attention as the ID tag showed a CMH icon. "Ah …?"

Ox blinked slowly as she came to attention. He normally resented how some people reacted to his having the medal. He now understood why Jethro tried to hide it. But in this case, it was proving amusing and useful.

The Congressional Medal of Honor award meant that he was supposed to be saluted by anyone else who had not recieved one irrigardless of rank. They were also generally deferential to him. He could see her embarrassment as her cheeks flushed as she came to attention and saluted.

He came to attention and returned the salute.

"Sorry, Chief, I didn't recognize you."

"Not a problem," he stated mildly.

"It's not like there are a lot of Taurens in the Cadre," Minotaur said acidly in his ear. He flexed his jaw slightly to let the AI know that the sidebar wasn't helping.

"Ma'am, if you don't have a map, I can upload it to you. We are currently in a safe zone. There are no Horathians in this bank of sectors."

She frowned but then nodded reluctantly.

"If that is all?"

She nodded again. She still looked embarrassed.

"Good. I've got to get back to work. I need to be in four places at the same time," he said as he huffed a theatrical sigh and left. "Yes, Major, I'll be there," he said loudly enough for her to hear.

She blinked and watched him leave.

<<(O)>>

Jethro 10 Snippet 3

 Sitrep:

So, J10 is off to Goodlifeguide who said they will get it back to me by the end of the month. So, on track there.

I am past the half way point writing the current manuscript. It is a bit of a struggle here on out though. Not fun. There are a lot of ships and stuff to keep track of.

In other news, it is unseasonably hot... or soon will be here on the west coast. Way too dang early to be kissing 95 let alone nearly 100 later in the week! GRR! I hate hot weather!

On to the snippet!  

Chapter 3

 

Triang

 

Jones checked the news with an eye to what they'd missed. The team had dispersed after the Antigua job. Much to his annoyance, the Feds had gotten a bit more than they'd like. The client was most likely not going to be happy.

If he wasn't careful, he might find himself on the wrong side of a cleanup spree. He had participated in them before. He never wanted to be on the wrong side but knew that it was a risk of the job.

The colateral damage had the media up in arms. The Feds had plastered images all over the media. There was no mention of DNA. So much for cyber covering their tracks, however. They had been lucky to get out of Antigua at all.

Well, the good news was that they'd had some partial success and turned over the DNA samples to the lab goons. He had not been offered a bonus, and he'd been wise enough not to ask about it.

If he got out of the area alive, he'd be quite content and call it a win.

<<(O)>>

Triang orbit

 

“There was no viable DNA in any of the samples that were recovered, sir,” the tech reported.

Nigel Mosfet was surprised and alarmed. He was unsure how that was possible. He frowned and then realized in the haste of the situation there might have been cross-contamination. Besides, it wasn’t like it had been a sterile environment to begin with. “Contaminated?”

“No, sir, no DNA. Not a trace of the target DNA. The only DNA we found were from the team which we filtered out.” He looked offended. “I ran the test three times to confirm.”

“How is that possible?” Nigel scowled. “All beings shed hair, skin … There should have been something!” He flapped his hands in distress.

“Unknown.” The tech frowned. “It could be that the hairs lacked follicles. I don’t understand the lack of skin cells.”

“Clearly we need to figure it out if only for our own uses in the future. So look into it.”

The tech nodded, looking slightly relieved to not be in trouble. “Yes, sir.”

Once the tech had retreated, Nigel frowned as he leaned against the chair. He tried to frame the report but he didn’t know how to do it without it coming back to bite him.

The one bit of good out of the report was that he couldn’t get called on the carpet for the failure. The general couldn’t ream his ass through the ansible. But the delay was hardly comforting. It just put off the inevitable.

He sighed softly and then selected a program. He selected a sympathy card in the pre-determined selection. He used his cipher to write three code words into the innocuous message and then read it. It looked good enough so he hit send.

What happened next was out of his hands.

He frowned. Well, that wasn’t quite true. He knew he had another mission coming up. But he could and probably should tidy up some loose ends.

Two of the mercenaries had come out on the passenger liner with the samples. Jones and Smith. Well, not Smith, he had links to the senator and was too useful. The review he’d seen had shown that Smith had done just about everything right.

He frowned thoughtfully and then called Smith in.

“You summoned me?” the agent asked in mild amusement.

Nigel turned to him. “Yes, I take it you heard?”

“Heard?” the lead agent asked mildly.

“Never mind then. Thoughts on fallout?”

“Moderate. They got better images and video than I’d thought.”

“I know.”

“I have a couple of agents on Antigua. I can have them work on some quiet cleanup.”

Nigel nodded thoughtfully. “We need to get into those files and erase them,” he warned. “All evidence needs to be contaminated or destroyed.”

Smith nodded. “That will be tough and won’t come cheap.”

Nigel frowned. “I’ll check with higher on a budget.”

Smith nodded.

“What about the operatives that got out?”

“All extracted successfully as of last report in. Four are headed south to ET. They’ll get lost there.”

Nigel frowned but then nodded. If they didn’t get picked off by the mobsters, they might get picked up by the Feds. If they did, they might have to do something about loose ends later.

The ET connection would obscure the real client, however, he reminded himself. But it would draw attention to unwanted parties.

“The good news is that it had the desired effect,” Smith said.

Nigel blinked as that statement penetrated. “In what way?” he asked.

“The side client wanted the heat off of his home. He got it. The target’s mother raced home in a courier. Word is she just got there.”

Nigel blinked and then pursed his lips.

“You know this how?”

“Saw it on the news a few minutes ago. I was actually coming to tell you.”

“Ah.” Nigel thought about it and then nodded. “Funny how she made the news.”

“The connection to her illustrious husband and of course the recent attack on her family no doubt,” Smith stated.

Nigel nodded.

“What about the operative that came in with you?”

“He’s solid. Laying low. Waiting for orders. Possibly expecting the ax to fall.”

“Paranoid?”

Smith snorted. “Wouldn’t you be in his shoes?”

“True,” Nigel admitted. “I’ll find out from higher if they want a general housecleaning. You and I both know that they won’t be happy.”

Smith froze. He turned to Nigel. “I take it the samples had issues?” he asked slowly.

Nigel just stared at him.

Smith’s Adam’s apple bobbed briefly and then he nodded slowly. He was internally kicking himself for not checking the samples sooner. “Good to know. Though I don’t understand how that could have happened.”

“Be more careful in the future.”

“Definitely,” Smith said fervently. “Most definitely.”

<<(O)>>