Descent into Mayhem (Capicua Chronicles Book 1) (41 page)

“Looks like they’ve got us in a holding pattern, don’t you think?” He opined by way of conversation.

“Appears so, sir.” Toni answered quietly.

“They’ve really hammered Lograin, haven’t they? It breaks my heart, seeing the world coming to an end like this. It’s in times like these that we must be particularly vigilant. And self-disciplined. Isn’t that so, Sergeant-cadet Miura?” He casually inquired.

Toni turned towards the man beside him.

“I was told that when I arrived at this carrier, I would find what remained of LOGIS, as well as a cadet in the custody of the military police. That cadet’s name is Ian Templeton.”

The lieutenant sighed.

“LOGIS was evacced from Lograin three days ago, including the Templeton boy. The carrier was then refitted for general evac and returned there. Your lieutenant came with us. We were told he was looking for a certain rotten egg who shot his nephew and got another cadet killed. The Templeton boy isn’t under arrest, nor was he ever. He was sequestered for more than three days under threat of a firearm. You have a lot to answer for, boy.”

“More than you can imagine.” Toni muttered.

“Excuse me?”

“Never mind, sir. Is it true that certain parts of an enemy Suit were found and secured?”

“True. Although whatever that has to do with you is beyond me.”

“It has nothing to do with me.” Toni answered quietly, tears rolling down his cheeks.

Lieutenant Templeton’s treachery shocked him beyond words, mostly because it had been so flawlessly executed. He had been smart, feeding the cadet tidbits of valid information and hiding the bait in between. And the blue-berets had accosted him only as soon as the Quasar had become airborne.

He supposed he was just an amateur who had just been outmaneuvered and cornered by professionals. Varano and Nievers had simply been unlucky, that was all. The system had won. Turning to look over his shoulder, he found a stony-faced sergeant pointing a Miroku pistol at the base of his skull. The remainder of the passengers watched on silently, enraptured by the possibility of bloodshed.

Sighing, Toni stared out the window and found that the aircraft’s holding pattern had brought Lograin back into his field of view. The attack appeared to have ended and the base burned fiercely, thick black smoke streaking away to the far-off sea, towards the dark, dead side of his beloved world.

He wondered once more what true night must be like.

“Whatever possessed you to pick a fight with the Templetons?” The officer quietly asked.

“I never did, sir. They’ve been picking one with me.”

“You were a fool to put up a fight.”

“I have my pride, sir.”

The officer slapped his hands on his lap and stood, beckoning him to do the same. Calmly Toni rose and, not needing to be told, he turned his back to the man and offered his wrists. The officer removed an old pair of handcuffs from his belt and began to bind him, speaking casually as he did so.

“Let us see what your pride has cost you, boy. Sergeant-cadet Toni Miura, you are hereby arrested on grounds of incompetence, insubordination, grievous assault, false-imprisonment and sequester, and you will remain in our custody until you have been duly court-martialed.”

As he felt the cool steel sliding into place, listening to the officer’s damning words as the storm clouds outside mercifully blocked his vision of hell, Toni remembered the god of war, Cosus, and the peace he had felt when he had prayed to him.

You’re gonna be praying a lot more, comrade
, the stranger sneered, enchanted by the development,
better decide if it will be to the god of sheep or the god of war.

Toni began to laugh as he realized to which one it would inevitably be.

Leiben, 10H50, 21
st
of June, 2771

Criminal court judge Ken Hirano was nearing the end of his rope.

Two weeks ago a hastily discussed law had been passed, granting criminal court judges the power to sentence convicted felons to compulsory service in the armed forces. Such a decision had seemed a little extreme even in the midst of the recent crisis, but after news had begun to surface of more than a hundred combat casualties in the mining quadrant, Ken had realized that such a decision was tantamount to a death sentence.

Almost every judge of the criminal court circuit had flatly refused to pass such sentences, hoping that, as had happened so many times before, the council would understand that they had been hasty in passing the law, and allow it to be in effect tacitly revoked through sheer disregard for its tenets.

Instead the Council had decided to enact Article Thirteen of the offending law. In an ultimate insult to any self-respecting judge, the article called for attachés from the Military Justice Department to be appointed to assist at criminal trials, and to advise their civilian counterparts on the best way to go about fulfilling the Council’s wishes.

Lieutenant-colonel Germano Gutierrez smiled at him as the moment for sentencing arrived, making plain his intention that the four youths accused of engaging in a street fight be inducted into the forces.

Sighing heavily, Ken shook his head at the officer, and he thought hard on a justifiable reason to spare the boys as he watched Germano’s smile grow daggers. Finally clearing his throat, Ken began to pass his ruling.

“It is the decision of this court that, on the day of the facts previously described, the four defendants engaged in the crime of public disorder. The fact that the defendants have accused each other of provoking the altercation is insignificant, since provocation as a justification does not legitimize the criminal act. In light of the proven facts, it is the decision of this court –”

He hesitated, aware that the colonel possessed the authority to usurp sentencing from his hands and make his own ruling, and finally decided upon a concession.

“... that Donovan Lieberman and Rikku Thomasson, each being the elder of the opposing pair, be sentenced to no less than eight months of compulsory military service, with the possibility of said period being extended at the pleasure of his Excellency the Commander of the CDF.”

The decision carried through the courthouse like a sonic boom, and the looks of terror on the elder boys’ faces tore at his heart. Both families lost their composure, and it took the intervention of several members of the court Police to stop them from forcefully approaching his bench. The younger two, who had only recently finished high school and had good perspectives for higher studies, both collapsed into their seats as if by common agreement.

Whatever their objections, Ken had no doubt that it had been the two older boys who had begun the fight. Wishing them well, he sentenced the remaining pair to eighty hours of community service each.

The lieutenant-colonel gave him a sly look and then followed with a discreet nod, and the beginnings of an understanding began to form between the two judges.

“Next case!” Ken ordered.

The bailiff squared her slim shoulders and leaned up to whisper to him.

“You honor, this next case is that queer one we were discussing yesterday ...”

“The ... oh hell ...” he remarked, remembering.

“Call the boys in.”

At the bailiff’s soft beckoning a rugged crew of eight young men trudged into the courtroom, followed by a squad of metropolitan policemen. The detainees sneered at the court officials as they entered and then gazed indolently at their surroundings. The last to enter was the smallest among the number, and he was clothed in a trench coat a size too large for him. Lieutenant-colonel Gutierrez watched the group like a hawk as they formed a line before the dock.

“Very well ...” Ken began, “The case before us regards the group of young men known among police officers as the Pirates of the Periphery. I have come to know of this misfit group over the last few months due to their ... uh, activities. We will begin with a confirmation of your identities.”

The old judge read each youth’s name in turn, taking care to confirm home address and date of birth. He wasn’t surprised to discover that the boy in the trench coat was the youngest of the group, at nineteen. The remainder ranged from twenty to twenty four years old, and all without exception hailed from the research stations.

That was one of the unusual aspects about the group. Every gang he knew of was local, those hailing from the hubs usually arriving in town only for birth, study or employment. He turned to the man studying documents to his right.

“Prosecutor, please present your case.”

“Thank you, your honor,” the prosecutor began, “On the eighteenth of June of the present year, a purported separatist movement known as Core Hack simultaneously hacked into the Leiben Metropolitan and Underground Transit Systems. The computing power for this act originated from the twelve computers of Leiben Varsity’s Central Library, but by the time the Campus Policing Authority had made its appearance there, no one was to be found. Not even the librarian, it seems.

“However, the hack was ultimately successful only because two groups of varsity students infiltrated city administrative facilities and connected to terminals there, shutting down the systems and creating the wireless connections necessary for the hack to proceed. These groups, consisting of four students each, were subsequently arrested and stand before Your Honor today.”

“And how was the arrest achieved?” Ken inquired.

“The shutting down of the transit systems did not deactivate the installations’ security cameras. Metro and UTS security officials detected the intrusions and informed the LPD. Officers converged on both locations, Metro Administrative headquarters and UTS Services. Due to the UTS being of great proximity to LPD personnel’s sleeping lodges, an abundant number of off-duty police officers made the arrest on location. The only problem was deciding who would get recognition for the arrests .The final tally of arresting officers was twenty six.”

Ken whistled at the number.

“Was there resistance? Who are the detainees from the UTS?”

“Darryl Hikari, Fumio Fukitsu, Peter Kojima and Timothy Bowker. All four resisted vigorously, they’re members of Leiben Varsity’s Kendo club, but apparently they dab in other arts as well. Seven injuries among the officers.” The prosecutor finished with distaste.

“And what of the Metro group?”

“They –” the prosecutor suddenly stopped, and Ken was alarmed at the expression he saw there.

“Well?!”

“Perhaps it would be best if the senior arresting officer speaks about that.” The prosecutor carefully proposed.

“Is there any particular reason why you shouldn’t be able to explain that yourself?” The judge asked, mystified.

“Indeed I read the documents pertaining to the arrests, and it was all so convoluted I have a few questions myself.” The prosecutor answered.

“Very well, then, prosecutor. Please have the holographics of the security cameras set up. While this is done I will hear your officer.”

*****

Ken blinked as he digested the officer’s words.

“Sergeant-chief Portento, could you run that last part by me again?”

The sergeant sighed and rubbed his shaven head.

“A tram. An electrical tra –”

“With or without the passengers?!”

“With.”

“How many passengers?”

“Four hundred and fifty seven, Your Honor.”

The judge studied the sergeant for a few moments. He then laid his eyes upon the defendants, as if seeing them anew. The lieutenant-colonel tisked, a delighted expression stamped on his face.

“What insane band of baboons would see fit to hijack a tramfull’s worth of our nation’s citizens?!”

The sergeant cleared his throat.

“Eleven, sir.”

“What?!”

“Eleven tramfulls’ worth, sir.”

“And they hacked it?”

“That and other vehicles, Your Honor.”

“Please continue.”

The sergeant rubbed his hands together, trying to remember where his story had been interrupted. Then it came to him.

“So when metro security informed us the suspects were on the move towards Neumann Station, we raised camp and set south. Traffic was high so, in order to gain time and prevent accidents, we activated the Sudden Stop contingency.”

“Could you explain that last part, Sergeant-chief?” The prosecutor interjected.

“When we request the Sudden Stop contingency to our radio central, they commandeer the ATS systems and paralyze all automated surface vehicles. They simply pull over to the curb and leave us free to move.”

“And the hack wouldn’t have prevented that?”

“No, prosecutor. That system was not hacked.”

“And this could not have been done with the metropolitan tram?”

“No, prosecutor. That system
was
hacked, they could do what they wanted.”

“So you activated the contingency ...” the judge interrupted, “Proceed with your testimony.”

“Activating the contingency became part of the problem,” the officer remarked angrily before continuing, “When we got there we surrounded the station’s exits. We were about to make entry when we were swamped by the tram passengers. We found out fast that the suspects had already abandoned the location.

“Then one of my officers approached me. He had arrived from the 14
th
Precinct, opposite from our heading, and he told me that an ATS cab had passed him by when he was closing in. He hadn’t thought much about it at the time, but then he remembered the Sudden Stop. And he also remembered the four young males who were inside the vehicle.”

“No. Don’t tell me ...” the judge huffed in disbelief.

“Yes, Your Honor. They hacked the ATS cab ...” the sergeant admitted, as if he himself were to blame.

There were sniggers from within the group of defendants.

The judge banged his gavel and bid all be quiet, warning of consequences if they were to test him again. He then asked the sergeant to continue.

“We came across the couple they’d kicked off the cab. When we activated the Sudden Stop, their vehicle came to a stop in front of Neumann station. They were simply waiting for the vehicle’s system to reactivate when the four showed up threw them out. They literally
threw
them, Your Honor. Then the victims got mixed up with the throng of metro passengers and we only heard from them a minute later. We informed radio central of the development, and requested that personnel keep an eye out for any mobile ATS cabs. We then dispersed all over Leiben. Destiny had it that mine would be the patrol car to come across them. We found the fugitive vehicle grinding against almost every parked ATS cab on Eric Vandenburg street.”

“Vandalism?”

“No sir. The ATS cabs have no actual wheel to drive with, as you may well know. Our technicians explained that steering, accelerating and braking information to the cab is supplied by the vehicle’s CPU. The boy somehow managed to supply direct orders to the vehicle at real-time speeds.”

“And who is this boy you’re speaking about?”

The sergeant pointed out the boy with the trench coat.

“That one. Isogu Kitsune. He looks like a boy from high school but the others listen to him. He’s more of a troublemaker than he looks. Mister Kitsune was the Metropolitan tram driver and the ATS cab driver, he was imputing the instructions to both vehicles with a heavily modified qwerty keyboard. But as soon as we showed up and it became a pursuit, he simply wasn’t able to type fast enough. The ATS cab managed to keep going another four hundred meters, and then it clipped two parked cars and hit a patrol car.”

“How many injured?” The judge asked.

“None. The vehicle’s officers had positioned it to block the road. They were outside the car, Your Honor.”

“Did the defendants put up a fight?”

“We didn’t give them the chance. The collision left the suspects shaken up long enough for us to make the arrests without incident.”

“What else can you tell us, Sergeant-chief?”

The sergeant appeared indecisive for only a brief moment, and then he clapped his hands determinedly together and began to speak.

“I know the group, Your Honor. The ‘Pirates of the Periphery’ is the name we had for the group before we could put faces to their hacker aliases. We now know that they call themselves Core Hack, and that they’re a computer hacking community bent on enabling independence of the research hubs from centralized government. Within that community is a hard core of activists known as the Alphas. Our informants declare that this nucleus has command and control over the remainder, and that they consist of a group of eight individuals, mostly from the Terminator hub, just like the detainees present in this very –”

A choked guffaw interrupted his monologue. The judge instantly banged his gavel and ordered the offending defendant to be gagged. The attempt to gag the boy sent the remainder into laughing hysterics, and it took seven additional gags to put an end to the laughter. Once silence had been reestablished, Ken turned to Sergeant-chief Portento, a severe expression set on his face.