“France’s missiles have disengaged,” Jerry shared.
“That’s better. For the last three, the last one of you to disengage is pretty much telling me that their leaders didn’t appreciate being saved yesterday. Or else they think they’re going to take over. The thing is, all those Aicirtap ships all do have weapons on board. I’d consider playing the cooperation game sooner as opposed to later. Big Queenie is watching.”
“China, India, and Pakistan have all disengaged.” Jerry said, clearly trying not to laugh. “They all did it pretty much at the same time.”
“That’s better. We’re going to be landing the Aicirtap in the Arizona and New Mexico desert areas, and before everyone there freaks out, on American Centaurion lands. The Z’porrah ship, however, is going to land on the Potomac. Get the area cleared of ships and such. Now.”
“The Air Force and Navy are prepping for your arrival,” Hochberg said.
“Good. I assume it’s to greet us as opposed to try to shoot us?”
“Of course it’s to greet and protect you! Why in the world would it be anything else?”
“Fritzy, let’s just say that it’s been a long couple of days and leave it at that.”
CHAPTER 100
AMAZINGLY ENOUGH, there were no more issues with the remaining aliens landing. Possibly because Hughes had streamed the entire conversation I’d had with Hochberg to Oliver, who’d ensured that it broadcast to the world. Take that, Amos Tobin.
Jeff, Wruck, and I stayed on the Z’porrah ship, just in case. But nothing untoward happened. Once we’d officially landed and had given the Z’porrah their photo op, we coordinated with Colonel Franklin and had the Z’porrah move the ship to Andrews. But it had mattered, for everyone on Earth and anyone who might be watching from far away, to see that ship land in peace, and to see the Z’porrah exit the ship with us, without them firing on anyone or anything.
We had the Z’porrah going to East Base, because we didn’t trust any of the humans to not try to kill them, and we trusted the other aliens on the planet even less. The Anciannas were going to join them there as well, in part to guard the Z’porrah and in part because they wanted the comfort of being with the people they had the most in common with.
The aliens from the Treeship were housing in the Middle East. Those who’d come in the Yggethnian ship were being housed in South America. The Vrierst were in Siberia because they wanted to be—apparently Netu was a far colder planet than Earth.
The Turleens were at Caliente Base, and the Lyssara were staying in their Comb that was in the Arizona-New Mexico desert as well. The Themnir had been invited to go to Australia, China, and to stay in the U.S. They chose Florida because of the weather, so NASA Base was housing them.
The Aicirtap were sent to Home Base, where they were going to house as well, meaning Area 51 got to have its first official, sanctioned, and broadcast alien landing. A red-letter day for everyone, conspiracy theorists in particular.
Speaking of my favorite one, Chuckie joined us once the helicarrier was parked back in its nice spot at Andrews, just as we were sending the last of the Z’porrah off with their Field escorts and Wruck, who wanted to be sure that they and the Anciannas were settled safely. “I’ll see you back at the White House,” Wruck said as he nodded to Chuckie. “Call if something happens before then.”
“Let’s hope not,” Jeff said. “I think we’ve earned a break.”
Chuckie looked better than he had in a really long time. “This ship has stairs?” he asked as Wruck pushed a rounded disc on the outside of the ship then headed off with the last of the Z’porrah. The stairs folded back up into the body of the saucer, just like airplane stairs did.
“All of them do,” Jeff said. “As it turns out.”
“Apparently the Z’porrah’s beaming in and out maneuver is totally done as a wartime thing to impress the natives and make it harder for projectiles to hit them.” Looked around. “Where’s everyone else?” We were remarkably alone.
“The rest of the team is heading home to shower and sleep.” He chuckled. “They told me to tell you to take the high fives for granted.”
“Why aren’t you doing the same?” Jeff asked.
Chuckie shrugged. “I want to make sure everything’s really over for the moment. I’ve heard from James—everyone’s back where they’re supposed to be, including all White House and Embassy staff who were along for this particular wild ride. He says to warn you that Antoinette is either going to resign or demand to go on every mission with you.”
Jeff laughed. “Good to know.”
“Oh, Kitty, James also wanted me to tell you that Tito and Rahmi’s wedding is finally a go. Renata doesn’t expect to be on the planet much longer and wants to see that happen.” He was laughing at a private joke, I could tell.
“What is it you’re not telling me?”
“Rhee’s getting married, too. She asked for an exception to the ridiculously long engagement cycle they have, and since she’s the younger sister, Renata was able to agree.”
“I’m surprised in a way. I didn’t think she was the marrying kind.”
“Rhee?” Jeff asked. “Why would you say that?”
Snorted. “No, not Rhee. Camilla.”
He gaped at me. “There’s no way. I haven’t picked up anything like that.”
Managed not to roll my eyes, but only just. “Dude, Camilla has never done anything other than sneer at Hacker International, the flyboys, James, you, and, most significantly, Chuckie. A-C women like brains. So if I see an A-C woman who isn’t drooling at a really brainy dude, I take the logical leap and assume it’s because she’s looking for a brainy chick.”
“But . . . but I know the others who are—”
Put up the paw. He closed his mouth. “Camilla is a Liar, capital L. She’s trained Rhee in how to hide things like this from you. It’s probably been a great test for her. But at any rate, Camilla fooling you emotionally isn’t the surprise. You not realizing what was going on is just you being inattentive. Don’t try to sell it any other way.”
“I knew,” Chuckie said. “I mean, just like Kitty said, it was obvious.”
“I refuse to discuss this any longer,” Jeff said. “I just hope we all get to have some sleep before the weddings. Of which I expect a lot more,” he added rather defensively.
“Yes, yes, Mister Empath Supreme, we know. Hooking up is happening.”
Chuckie laughed. “Not for everyone, but facing the end of the world does tend to make people finally admit their attractions.”
“Just like—” Jeff started.
Put up the paw again. “Later. We can gossip about all the love connections later.” Looked at Chuckie out of the corner of my eye. He definitely looked better than he had since Naomi had died. He looked like himself again.
Chuckie kissed my cheek. “It’s fine, Kitty. Jeff can talk about people being happy around me. I finally believe that I’ll be happy again like that in the future. You two can both stop worrying about me.”
“Oh, that’s never gonna happen. If we love you, we worry about you.”