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  Keyes threaded past desks to the inner office, and the hum of activity disappeared with the thick blast-proof door creaking to a thud as Mawikizi shut it.

  “Keyes, this is Commander Dmitri Zheng.”

  Zheng, waiting by the conference table in the corner of the vice admiral’s office, stood up and shook Keyes’s hand. He was taller than Keyes, with sharp cheekbones, piercing gray eyes, and a shaved head. He looked about the same age as Keyes.

  “Zheng’s a frigate man, just coming forward to the front.” The vice admiral sounded tired, Keyes thought. Five years of being back at the top must have worn him out. The man looked gaunt as he sat down at the small conference table. “Okay, gentlemen, let’s get down to business.”

  Mawikizi opened a letter-sized envelope and slid the contents across the table to Keyes. “Every shipboard Navy CO has to read this. It just went out recently. The order is spreading around to all vessels and all UNSC as we speak.”

  Keyes pulled a plastic sheet out and read it.

  UNITED NATIONS SPACE COMMAND EMERGENCY PRIORITY ORDER 098831A-1

  ENCRYPTION CODE: RED

  PUBLIC KEY: FILE /FIRST LIGHT/

  FROM: UNSC/NAVCOM FLEET H. T. WARD

  TO: ALL UNSC PERSONNEL

  SUBJECT: GENERAL ORDER 098831A-1 (“THE COLE PROTOCOL”)

  CLASSIFICATION: RESTRICTED (BGX DIRECTIVE)

  THE COLE PROTOCOL

  TO SAFEGUARD THE INNER COLONIES AND EARTH, ALL UNSC VESSELS OR STATIONS MUST NOT BE CAPTURED WITH INTACT NAVIGATION DATABASES THAT MAY LEAD COVENANT FORCES TO HUMAN CIVILIAN POPULATION CENTERS.

  IF ANY COVENANT FORCES ARE DETECTED:

  1. ACTIVATE SELECTIVE PURGE OF DATABASES ON ALL

  SHIP-BASED AND PLANETARY DATA NETWORKS.

  2. INITIATE TRIPLE-SCREEN CHECK TO INSURE ALL DATA

  HAS BEEN ERASED AND ALL BACKUPS NEUTRALIZED.

  3. EXECUTE VIRAL DATA SCAVENGERS (DOWNLOAD FROM UNSCTTP://EPWW:COLEPROTOCOL/VIRTUALSCAV/FBR.091)

  4. IF RETREATING FROM COVENANT FORCES, ALL SHIPS MUST ENTER SLIPSTREAM SPACE WITH RANDOMIZED VECTORS NOT DIRECTED TOWARD EARTH, THE INNER COLONIES, OR ANY OTHER HUMAN POPULATION CENTER.

  5. IN CASE OF IMMINENT CAPTURE BY COVENANT FORCES, ALL UNSC SHIPS MUST SELF-DESTRUCT.

  VIOLATION OF THIS DIRECTIVE WILL BE CONSIDERED AN ACT OF TREASON, AND PURSUANT TO UNSC MILITARY LAW ARTICLES JAG 845-P AND JAG 7556-L, SUCH VIOLATIONS ARE PUNISHABLE BY LIFE IMPRISONMENT OR EXECUTION.

  Keyes looked back up at Mawikizi. “Admiral Cole thinks we’re taking some serious hits.” He thought for a second and realized that since Cole’s major victory at the Battle of Harvest four years ago, there’d been no big victories.

  “The order is spreading throughout the UNSC. Keeping Inner Colony and Earth locations secret has become a top priority, particularly here near the front. And that, Lieutenant Keyes, is where you come in.

  “I sat in on the board when they sidelined you. I voted for you to stay on your ship. I am most sorry about the medical disqualification from active duty.”

  “So am I, sir.” Keyes massaged his leg.

  “It is a waste to me, just a waste, to leave you in a classroom back on Luna. You are a good tactician, Keyes. I have read your papers and looked at your training. More important, you charged boarders on the Meriwether Lewis with nothing more than a pistol and a barbaric yawp. I like that, Keyes. You stand strong when you need to.”

  “Thank you, sir.” Keyes was still waiting to hear what came next. A rush of adrenaline was building. He might be getting back on a ship!

  At the least, maybe a staff position advising fleet movements and strategy on Vice Admiral Mawikizi’s team. He’d have to move Miranda out from Luna to a closer Inner Colony. Not here, too close to the front, but close enough he could easily visit her on leave.

  “So, we have an offer for you, Keyes.” Mawikizi glanced over at Commander Zheng, who’d been watching the exchange in silence.

  Zheng tapped a button hidden in the table and a scale model of a frigate flickered into existence in front of the three men. Like any other frigate it looked like a bulky rifle with its magazine removed. Only one with two barrels, one on top of each other in front.

  Unlike the dull gun-metal gray of most, this frigate was midnight black. Toward the bow, the numerals FFG-209 had been overlayed by the computer. Farther back, near the center, was the frigate’s name: Midsummer Night.

  “She’s a light frigate.” Zheng stated the obvious. “With a few tricks up her sleeves.” A faint smile cracked his stony exterior as he said that.

  “Night is a long-range stealth ship,” Mawikizi said. “Like a Prowler, but she packs more of a punch.”

  “But it’s frigate-slow,” Zheng finished. “She also has the ability to deliver a large complement of marines and orbital-drop shock troopers, giving her a wider variety of mission abilities.”

  “Which will come in handy,” said a fourth voice from behind them. Keyes twisted in his chair, surprised that they’d been snuck up on so easily.

  “Major Akio Watanabe, of the Prowler Corps. ONI,” Zheng introduced the addition.

  Keyes hadn’t heard the door open. But then, that was a spook for you. The Office of Naval Intelligence didn’t believe in announcing themselves to the world; they really liked sneaking up on people.

  A point of professional pride, no doubt.

  Keyes still found it creepy and annoying.

  Watanabe slid into a vacant chair. He wore long sleeves and a high-collared form of gray uniform. His dark black eyes seemed to look through people into the distance. “I arrived . . . just in time, I see.” He looked around. “I take it, Vice Admiral, our agreement is still in effect?”

  Mawikizi looked truly disgruntled. He sighed. “I stand by my word, Major Watanabe.”

  Zheng tapped a button, and the scale hologram of the Midsummer Night faded away. “The ship begins her shakedown cruise today, Lieutenant Keyes. We’ll be helping enforce the Cole Protocol for the first three days, getting a feel for the ship.”

  Zheng turned to Watanabe. The major nodded. “After that, there will be sealed orders for the bridge crew that will be available to me after the quick shakedown cruise.”

  Keyes frowned and turned to the Admiral. “Sir, we’ll be working for ONI?”

  Mawikizi pursed his lips. “Only initially. A professional exchange for helping us stealth the frigate.”

  “It’ll be a brief mission,” Watanabe promised. He glanced at Zheng, who’d folded his arms. “Then I’ll be out of your hair and you and the vice admiral can play with your new little toy.”

  Keyes looked over at Mawikizi. The old Burundian looked like he’d found bird crap on his freshly polished staff car. Then he looked at Keyes and grinned. “Zheng and I’d like you to be on the bridge. We’re planning for very long recon and long-range Covenant harassment, taking down targets of opportunity, and just causing general hell. We want you because of your excellence in long-range navigation and your tactical skills, as we’ll be using the Night in ways frigates aren’t usually used. We need someone who can really work with Zheng to think outside the box.”

  “How long-range?”

  “Very,” Mawikizi repeated. “I know you have family, but we don’t have a lot of time for you to make a decision.”

  Keyes leaned forward. “I won’t lie to you, sir,” he muttered. “It’s a hard thing to ask me to leave my daughter.” Raising Miranda had been the brightest point of being stuck in the Academy.

  Now that he was faced with a potential position on a ship, Keyes wondered if he’d just been focusing on what he couldn’t have, and not on what he really had.

  “I know,” Mawikizi said. “I know.”

  “On the other hand, defending our worlds from the Covenant is the best form of fathering I can think of,” Keyes finished. “I’d be honored to serve aboard the Midsummer Night. Thank you for giving me the option.” Technically they didn’t have to ask. It had been a courtesy because he was medaled and tak
en off the line.

  They’d made a good choice. There was a lot more bite left in this dog, Keyes thought.

  “I have one favor to ask, if I may,” Keyes continued. “The Pelican pilot who flew me here. I’d like him transferred to the Midsummer Night.”

  Commander Zheng looked at Vice Admiral Mawikizi, who shrugged. “I don’t see why not. You know the pilot?”

  “Never met him before. But he’s a hell of a flyer and if we’re going to be doing unorthodox missions, he might come in handy. His name is Jeffries.”

  “Consider it done.” Mawikizi stood up, as did Keyes and Zheng, then finally Watanabe. The vice admiral shook Keyes’s hand. “Glad to have you aboard, Lieutenant.”

  “Thrilled to be aboard, sir.”

  And he was, Keyes realized. Thrilled to be back on the line.

  Jeffries waited for him, his legs propped up on the controls of the Pelican. When he heard Keyes board the dropship he sat up. “Know where we’re going, sir?”

  Keyes smiled as he stepped up behind the pilot’s chair, looking at the Warthog that had dropped him off barreling away down the fields. “Yes, Mr. Jeffries, I do. Hail Midsummer Night. They’ll give you coordinates.”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Also, do you know anything about Commander Dmitri Zheng?”

  “Zheng?” Jeffries thought for a second. “He’s been all over the rumornet lately. He was from one of the Outer Colonies. Captained a frigate for a short while.”

  “A short while?” Keyes didn’t like the sound of that.

  “He rammed a Covenant destroyer.”

  “Sometimes that’s the only option you have . . .”

  “That was after he’d been ordered to retreat. The only reason he wasn’t court-martialed was because he disabled it long enough for another ship to finish it off with a MAC. They fished him out of the debris.”

  Keyes mulled that over. He was going to be serving with this man. Maybe he shouldn’t have jumped to saying “yes” so quickly.

  “You know why he did it, sir?” Jeffries continued. “Rumor has it he’s mad with grief. Covenant burned his home world, while he was out on a patrol, seven years ago. Never been the same since.”

  “Okay, that’s enough,” Keyes said. The conversation was sliding into innuendo; he didn’t need to be poisoned against his future commanding officer. There’d be plenty of time to get to know Zheng once aboard. And maybe this was why Keyes had been called back in, to add a bit of strategy and calm into Zheng’s style. “Oh, and one more thing, Mr. Jeffries?”

  “Sir?”

  “When you fly me, a commanding officer, out of a military installation, you will follow the flight plan you were given. Failure to do so, including dropping out of radar range near tree level, means they have every right to swat you out of the sky like a bug. We are, after all, on a world near the front. You yourself indicated that to me.” The steel in his voice surprised even him. “In the event that we were to be shot down for violating the flight plan, I would personally hunt you down from beyond the grave, soldier, and make your life a miserable thing to behold. Do you get me, soldier?”

  Jeffries kept his gaze dead ahead through the windshield. “Yes sir.”

  “Lastly, you will don your full flight gear. Were this Pelican to be holed, while I might be gasping for air, I fully expect you to be able to fulfill your mission—even if your mission is as meaningless as being my personal, full-time chauffeur. We clear, Jeffries?”

  “Crystal, sir.”

  Keyes clipped himself into the copilot’s chair and listened to the Pelican’s engines warm up. He was bridge crew on a stealth ship, with a mystery mission from the ONI in three days.

  It was good to be back.

  “All right, Mr. Jeffries, take this bird up.”

  Keyes leaned back in his chair, enjoying the sensation of thrust. Three days to shake out the frigate and chase civilians to enforce the Cole Protocol seemed straightforward enough. A nice way to ease back into ship life.

  CHAPTER

  THREE

  OAKS CENTRAL HABITAT, THE RUBBLE, 23 LIBRAE

  Ignatio Delgado walked slowly toward his copilot’s funeral dressed in a full suit, a tie uncomfortably snug around his neck. The painful plasma burns on his torso still hurt but he felt compelled to attend.

  The parks existed on the inside of a hollowed-out asteroid; look up and you were looking down on the treetops of the other side of the park.

  Maria Esquival intercepted him near a grove of tiny trees.

  “Hey, Nacho.” She grabbed his hand. Only Maria called him by that nickname, because only Maria knew him from back when he was a grubby little kid running around the surface of Madrigal. Back then she’d been a scrappy tomboy from just down the street with her hair pulled back in a functional ponytail. “You really shouldn’t be here.”

  “He was my best friend.”

  Maria squeezed his hand. “I know. But they still don’t want you here. You have to respect his family’s wishes.”

  In the distance, the Hollister family had their backs to him. All dressed in black, surrounding a small urn, they were adding his ashes to the ground near one of the trees that gave the habitat its name.

  They blamed Delgado for Melko’s death. The copilot had succumbed to his wounds before anyone had gotten to Distancia. An unnecessary death, his family thought. They could care less about protecting the data that led back to Earth. They’d fought for self-rule from among the depths of this system for generations. Let the aliens have Earth, let it burn. They didn’t care.

  “Come on,” Maria said, guiding him away.

  “Do you think he died in vain?” Delgado asked.

  Maria kept moving him along. “It’s not for me to say, Nacho. But I’ve known both of you long enough to know that you both stood by each other to do what you each thought was right. So pay them no attention. They’re grieving.”

  Maria had been with Delgado when their parents had rushed them to the large fields outside Nueva Lima, bundling them aboard a fat cargo ship as their crying parents told them they’d be on the next ship following them.

  They’d been crammed into the hold with all the other scared children, trying to figure out what was happening. Delgado had been fourteen. Maria had been planning her quinceañera.

  They’d held each other when the air outside turned white-hot, and the cargo ship shook and rattled. And when it had reached orbit, the shocked pilot’s voice filled the hold, telling them that the entire surface of Madrigal had been “glassed.”

  All because of the war between the UNSC and the Covenant.

  They strolled along, heading toward a man, who appeared to be waiting for them by one of the habitat’s famous large oak trees. His dark eyes taking in the funeral in the distance. He wore casual overalls, and a cap.

  Maria stopped. “My brother needs to talk to you, though he refuses to tell me about what.”

  “Don’t take it so personally, Maria. It’s council business.”

  Nine Security Council members were voted into position by the citizens of the Rubble. They handled the entire structure’s defenses, along with the AI Juliana.

  Diego and the Council had chosen Delgado and Melko on short notice to protect the navigation when the Nav data started disappearing. With their years of piloting cargo throughout the Rubble, they knew it all inside and out. The council felt secrecy was their best option. With their volunteer defense forces and open nature, trying to put the chip under iron-tight guard would raise attention and create a big target.

  But after this latest mishap, Delgado was convinced someone on the Council was leaking the location.

  “You slumming it, Diego?” This was not the usual, tightly tailored man that Delgado expected.

  Diego grimaced. “Keeping a low profile, Ignatio.” He kissed his sister on the cheek, and she left the copse of trees to walk alone across the manicured grass toward the funeral.

  “What do you need?” Delgado finally asked, watching M
aria.

  “You seem convinced that someone on the Security Council is leaking information about the location of the navigation data. You’ve been sniffing around, kicking up attention, trying to figure it out.” Diego started walking out from the park toward the large airlocks at the end of Oaks Central Habitat. “When we decided to use you to move the data, and keep it safe, we were figuring on your keeping a low profile. That was the whole damn point, Ignatio.”

  “Someone is leaking it,” Delgado said. “Those Jackals knew exactly where it was. This was the second time they made a play to get at it, and they were damn close. If I hadn’t decided to move the data earlier than the date I gave the Security Council, those Jackals would have had it. You know, whoever leaked that murdered Melko. And I want them to pay.”

  They passed by the giant rolling axle of the join between the docking tubes and the asteroid’s slow-spinning hub.

  “I understand what you’re doing, Ignatio. But the only people who knew where the navigation data was are the Security Council members. To suggest that one of us leaked it is serious.”

  “I know that,” Delgado said as they walked into a massive, clear tube. From here they could see other asteroids connected to Oak Park. The connected structures faded off into the distance like a giant’s tinker toy set.

  Artificial gravity faded away, and the two men grabbed the railings running along the tube as they hung in the air. In the center of the docking tube, pods zipped along with goods and passengers moving from rocky habitat to habitat. “A lot of people wouldn’t mind handing over the chart data to the Kig-Yar. They’re offering us power, money, and Covenant technology for it.”

  “And what about you, Diego?” Delgado asked. “You in favor of that?”

  Diego slowed down and came to a stop in the busy tube. He looked off at the looming orb of the gas giant Hesiod in the distance. “I think that if we hand over the chart data, our usefulness to the Kig-Yar is over. That’s why I’ve worked so hard to keep the data concealed. That’s why I asked you to help me do it. Most of the Council agrees.”

  “Most?” Delgado seized on the word. Diego was being surprisingly moderate for an old Insurrectionist.