in the alley three nights ago. It wasn't like her and he was worried.
He walked the same route she had that night through the safe zone
-around the headquarters, then into the dark alleys of Hollowtown, the
-area to the west of APD headquarters. He knew he was crazy to wander
-these alleys alone, but he had to see for himself. Garbage was piled
-high along the sides of the buildings. Some people just threw their
-refuse at the disposal openings and walked away, even if the noisome
-waste splattered against the side of the building. The openings to the
-trash disposals weren't all covered. He shuddered as he thought what
-could happen if a child climbed in there.
+around the station. He was headed into the dark alleys of Hollowtown,
+the area to the west of APD headquarters.
+
+But before the condos sprang upward to the sky, there was a large
+open, empty area. Anything that had been there before was gone.
+
+Looking around, he realized that he was in what had been the Gardens
+of Callough. He remembered the Gardens, filled with larkspur and
+hollyhocks, nasturtium and daisies, with fountains and a little stream
+running along the flower beds. There were dozens of flowers from
+Earth. There had been some from Agalder as well. The colors had been
+overwhelming: reds, blues, yellows, purples, greens, and every vibrant
+shade in between. All gone. The area was blasted. Grays and blacks,
+dirty browns were the only colors here now. He turned away. It hurt
+too much.
+
+There had been voting booths here, too, gaily decorated with the
+purple and green of Agalder. He had voted here, voted for Manchester.
+She had been by far the best candidate for President of the Republic
+and had won in a landslide. And then had been gunned down on the steps
+of the Capitol as she was taking the oath of office, along with her
+Vice President and dozens of others.
+
+On duty that day, he was standing at the base of the steps, thirty
+feet below the President-elect. She had stood straight and tall, proud
+to receive the honor. He had seen the guns coming out. How had they
+gotten them inside the barricades? He had pulled his weapon and
+started firing, already knowing it was too little, too late.
+
+Wounded, he had lain on the steps for hours before someone discovered
+that he was still alive. But he hadn't cared. Manchester was dead. He
+had heard much of the talk around him from the invaders. The coup had
+been a total shock to everyone on the ground. No one, including the
+security advisors, had ever heard of the group that took over. Tavis
+had learned later that they were a group of itinerant pirates who saw
+an opportunity and took it.
+
+Just because they were taken by surprise didn't mean that the people
+of Agalder didn't fight back. They fought. And they fought with a fury
+and a hatred engendered by the slaughter of Manchester and her people.
+
+The new President wasn't just wildly popular. She represented the
+whole history of Agalder. From the lost colony that was almost reduced
+to cannibalism before it was found to the exploitation by the Xei
+Empire and the rebellion, through the fall of the Empire and the Iron
+Wars, until a greatly reduced population on Agalder had banded
+together to throw out the remnants of the invaders.
+
+Manchester had come from the lowest class on Agalder. A street orphan,
+she had no idea who her people were. But she had understood the
+concept of a free society and its ramifications for all the people.
+She had educated herself and clawed her way upward. In many ways,
+Manchester had been the symbol of freedom on the planet.
+
+Ten years had gone into drawing up a Constitution, delineating the
+powers of the government with enough checks and balances to choke a
+chaupoo. The temporary government had agreed to step down when
+Manchester had taken office. Everything was going so well. And then
+the pirates struck. There was a fleet of them. Their soldiers had been
+off-loaded on an uninhabited island just off the coast. The first clue
+the people of Agalder had was seeing Manchester shot down. Then the
+troop carriers had skimmed by overhead. The tanks and JVDs had come
+rumbling into the city.
+
+Men, women, children, all had taken whatever weapons were available to
+attack the enemy. For a time the pirates were pushed back by the sheer
+ferocity of the attacks. The attacks came from everywhere. No pirate
+could walk alone in the city unmolested. Children as young as six
+would drop from windows with knives and razors, or spades and forks,
+whatever could pierce skin, put out an eye, or slit a throat.
+
+But children with box knives and sling shots couldn't defeat trained
+men with modern weapons. A lot of people died for nothing, thought
+Tavis. Yet the Resistance had persisted, Maybe soon they would take
+back the planet before the pirates destroyed it entirely.
+
+The spirit of revolution in the people of Agalder still flamed. But it
+had been nearly twelve years since the Pirate Regime had taken over.
+That's what Agalder called the usurpers. They called themselves the
+Democratic Advisory Council of Agalder. He shook his head. They were
+so good at putting their boots on the natives' necks. That was about
+the only thing the bastards were good at. Except of course, for their
+talent at taking every last cent you earned and their adeptness at
+making people they didn't like disappear.
+
+He knew he was crazy to wander these alleys alone, but he had to see
+for himself. Garbage was piled high along the sides of the buildings.
+Some people just threw their refuse at the disposal openings and
+walked away, even if the noisome waste splattered against the side of
+the building. The openings to the trash disposals weren't all covered.
+He shuddered as he thought what could happen if a child climbed in
+there. Kids got into everything, especially when told to stay away. He
+remembered his son climbing...
Movement to his right caught his attention and he turned, drawing his
laser gun. A shadow appeared farther down the alley. He had started in
back silently and sliced through his spinal cord. He dropped like a
discarded puppet, regretting that he wouldn't have time to finish his
work. He looked at the shoes next to him as a hand reached over him
-and twisted the knife. Then his eyes only saw eternity.
+and twisted the knife. Then his eyes saw only eternity.
==== Harlan: Thief ====
by, staring at them with open curiosity.
When he reached the little trail into the park, he disappeared along a
-faint trail that led to a clearing. By the time Alfie reached the
+faint track that led to a clearing. By the time Alfie reached the
clearing, he had discarded his female disguise, turning the raincoat
inside out and ripping off the lower half to form a leather jacket.
His wig turned inside out to become a leather cap and the scarf went
Cassidy sighed "I am not going to stand here and debate philosophy
with you. Suffice it to say that I think Harlan is a spy working for
-the cops. He's a traitor. He's not an innocent. Now goodnight."
+the cops. He's a traitor. He's not an innocent. Now goodnight." He
+picked up the woman, threw her over his shoulder, and trudged off.
Alfie stared after him, speechless.
told him to get rid of Harlan. He couldn't even confirm that the
orders came from the head of the Syndicate, Chas Hawkins. Cassidy
talked to him alone each time. No witnesses to what he said. It was a
-dead end unless they could get their hands on Cassidy.
+dead end unless they could get their hands on Cassidy. The woman from
+forensics had managed to get her ties off in just a few minutes and
+reported to the team. She backed Alfie up on what Cassidy had said.
But Cassidy lived in the big house and rarely left. When he did, he
was surrounded with his bodyguards. If they tried to grab him while he
"So why did you send Alfie to kill me?" he asked softly, his eyes as
cold as space.
-==== Harlan: Thief ====
-
Cassidy met his gaze. "We figured you'd come after us if we killed
-your father. So we decided to eliminate a threat. ‘Cept Alfie screwed
+your father. So we decided to eliminate a threat. 'Cept Alfie screwed
up."
Harlan leaned back abruptly. "You knew that the Chief was my father?
Mellie turned and gazed into his eyes. After a minute, she said "He's
already been hurt. He was shot with an old fashioned bullet by a
-sniper 2 weeks ago. And he disappeared today."
+sniper two weeks ago. And he disappeared today."
Her face crumpled. "I don't know where he is and I'm so scared for
him. I'm sure he was going after Cassidy." Tears coursed down her
again. Then he shook her gently. Then he shook her a bit less gently.
All he got was snores.
-With a rueful smile on his face, he undressed her and got her under
-the covers. Tucking her in, he kissed her gently on the forehead. Then
-he looked at her for a minute and lay down on the floor and went to
-sleep.
+With a rueful smile on his face, he got her under the covers. Tucking
+her in, he kissed her gently on the forehead. Then he looked at her
+for a minute and lay down on the floor and went to sleep.
He woke before she did and quietly left the condo after making sure
all the windows and doors were locked securely.
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