THE END OF ALL THINGS

“Of course.”

 

 

“As soon as this started popping up I sent a query to one of them about this alleged whistleblower, this Undersecretary Ocampo. Just before you got here I got a ping back. He exists, or at least did exist. He went missing several of their months ago. He would have had access to this information. So personally I think it’s very possible this is legitimate.”

 

“Hado seemed to be under the impression that the Colonial Union had found this Ocampo.”

 

“I have no information on that, and I’d be curious to know how he does,” Oi said.

 

“It might be a rumor.”

 

“This would be the time for rumors about this information,” Oi agreed. “Do you want me to look into it?”

 

Before I could answer my handheld buzzed out the sequence that told me Umman was trying to reach me for a critical purpose. I answered. “Yes?”

 

“Your manicurist called and wishes to inquire about your next appointment,” Umman said.

 

“I’m in Oi’s office, Umman,” I said, glancing over at Oi, whose expression was studiously neutral. “And you can be sure it already knows about my ‘manicurist.’”

 

“I’ll just send the message over, then,” Umman said.

 

“Thank you.” I terminated the call and waited for the message.

 

“Thank you for not being offended that I know your business,” Oi said.

 

“Thank you for not pretending to be offended that I would suggest you know my business,” I said.

 

The message arrived. “And what does Colonel Rigney of the Colonial Union have to say?” Oi asked.

 

“He says, ‘By this time you’ve probably seen the data alleging to be from our Department of State Undersecretary Ocampo,’” I read. “‘Some of it is true. Much of it is not. What is not is of concern to both the Colonial Union and the Conclave. We are sending an envoy to treat with the Conclave on this to reach an amicable resolution before things escalate. She is Ambassador Ode Abumwe, known to you, and will be in possession of information to clarify or refute what you have in your possession. I ask, with the basis of our previous association as proof of earnest intent, that you see her and hear what she has to say.’ And then there’s data on Ambassador Abumwe’s intended arrival time and position.”

 

“The Colonial Union’s coming here without pretense,” Oi said. “That’s interesting.”

 

“They want to indicate their openness,” I said.

 

“That’s one interpretation,” Oi said. “Another is that they don’t think they have time to do their usual sneaking about before this blows up in their faces. And another will be that this is simply a move in a long-term game to maneuver us to where they can strike us most effectively.”

 

“That’s not been my experience of Colonel Rigney or Ambassador Abumwe.”

 

“Which doesn’t matter much because officially you haven’t had any experience with either Rigney or Abumwe, have you?” Oi said, and raised tendrils to pause my reply. “It’s not about what you or I think, Hafte. It’s about how Unli Hado and those around him will interpret the Colonial Union’s move here.”

 

“You think we shouldn’t meet with them.”

 

“I don’t have an opinion one way or another,” Oi said, lying diplomatically. “That’s not my job. But I do suggest that you talk with the general about it and find out what he and you want to do. And that you do it sooner than later. ‘Immediately’ would be my suggestion.”

 

“I have another meeting first,” I said.

 

* * *

 

“You know that the nations of Earth would never condone or participate in any action that would bring about the destruction of the Conclave,” said Regan Byrne, the envoy to the Conclave from the United Nations, a diplomatic corporation that was not actually the government of the Earth, but which pretended to be for situations like this.

 

I nodded, minutely, to avoid hitting my head on Byrne’s ceiling. Byrne’s offices were former storage units that had been hastily cleared out when it was decided that it would be beneficial to have an Earth presence of some sort at the Conclave headquarters. These storage units were amply tall for most Conclave species, but then, again, Lalans were tall and I was taller than most.

 

I stood because there was nowhere for me to sit; Byrne usually came to visit me, not the other way around, and her office did not have a stool that would accommodate me. Byrne had the grace to look embarrassed by this fact.

 

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