Obsidian's War The Winter City
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Gel Obsidian's adventures continue as he goes behind the lines on a dangerous mission to find out more about the alien Gagrim, but there is even more danger at home. His glamorous sex worker girlfriend has a deadly secret and he is drawn to a nightclub singer with a hitman boyfriend and a crime boss admirer who will stop at nothing to possess her.
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Obsidian's War The Winter City - Fadhil Faudzi
CHAPTER TWO
Gel finally found his superior officer, Captain Benjamin Edge, in the base’s main entertainment complex. He was sitting at a table with the local representative of Imperial Intelligence – known simply as The Eye - Dr Seth Addanc, as well as Edge’s blonde
assistant
who seemed to go everywhere with him. The security man whom Gel knew as Sylvester was sitting away from the table against the wall. The assistant smiled vaguely at him. The thick-set Sylvester, aging but still every inch the sergeant in the Imperial Marines he had once been, nodded. The other two men were indifferent.
Oh yes, the sergeant who did not hold morning parades,
said Edge, and they’ve commissioned you, I see. That is a surprise.
Yes, sir, despite the reports you sent in on me.
I never heard back about those reports,
said Edge, unabashed, taking another sip of his wine. There was no disciplinary hearing?
The colonel marked them as ‘no action necessary’, sir. I was shown them as a matter of routine.
You see the low standards they tolerate now,
said Edge to Addanc, who nodded and glared at Gel. Addanc had also expressed dissatisfaction with Gel back on Outpost-3. His complaints, entirely unjustified, had met with the same fate as those of Edge. The captain turned back to Gel. What poor officer has to deal with you, Lieutenant?
You do, sir. I’ve been made deputy port commander.
I – I see,
said Edge, momentarily taken aback.
Colonel Lee wanted an issue concerning the unloading of transports at the dock taken care of first, and then told me to report to you,
said Gel. She said they’d had trouble locating you, sir.
Edge waved away the implied rebuke. Port duties have taken me all over the base, Sergeant – uh Lieutenant. Did you deal with the issue Colonel Lee was concerned about?
Yes, sir, the backlog of transports waiting to be unloaded has been cleared.
Then they don’t need me, do they?
Not now, sir. With your permission I’ll handle those routine matters. I’ll take a work station in the port office. I couldn’t find any port command office.
No separate office space available I was told,
said Edge. I’ve complained to Colonel Lee but she said that all construction material and resources was being used to house refugees. There was nothing to spare for building new offices here. Now she’s complaining that she has trouble finding me. There is no pleasing some people.
At least it means that you will be freed up for that project we discussed,
said Addanc. The Imperial spy turned to Gel, you may go now, Lieutenant.
Gel did not move. Addanc is an unusual name, isn’t it, sir?
The spy was taken aback. It’s an old family name, Lieutenant. Why would it be considered unusual?
"In the British, Irish or Welsh legends on Earth Addanc is a demon dwelling in a lake.
It can take on the shape of a crocodile amongst other things – not sure what a crocodile is doing in a Welsh legend but, anyway, I was curious about where the name came from."
Addanc glared at Gel. My origins are not your concern, lieutenant.
Of course, sir. If Captain Edge does not want me for anything else?
Go, lieutenant,
said Edge, sounding bored, and deal with your routine matters.
Gel left knowing that, as the word routine
could be used to cover all the work of the port, he had effectively become port commander, and that he had puzzled Addanc. For Gel knew the Imperial spy’s name was an assumed one. The soldier also knew that Addanc was not as important to the Imperium as Gel’s own superior officers, or even the spy himself, believed.
The sun was setting behind Green Bay heads in a blaze of red as Gel waited for Athena in the street outside the sea front restaurant he had chosen for dinner. She did not want him to pick her up as one of her clients
might see him. Instead, he had agreed to wait outside the restaurant for her as he thought that would be less conspicuous than waiting at the table and having her coming in alone. Wherever Athena went she attracted attention. He was sitting on a post that marked the entrance to the restaurant reading some of the officer’s course material on a tablet when a woman standing next to him said, nice sunset
.
Um, oh yes, gorgeous,
said Gel, looking up briefly.
That top drawer sex worker you’ve been dating is late.
Startled, Gel stood up and examined the woman. She was in her thirties, maybe, with her brown hair in a pixie type cut and fine features, smiling slightly as she returned his stare with interest.
You seemed to know a lot about me?
he said. Who are you?
I know a lot about Gellibrand Bosworth Baines Plymouth Obsidian,
she said. The people I work for make it their business to know a lot about a great many matters involving the Imperium.
You mean,
he said, looking around and lowering his voice, you’re with Dr Addanc.
He is the visible symbol of the organisation I represent – an organisation that asked me to speak to you – although he doesn’t know anything about this approach. That report you filed when you caught the mining engineer called Jerrold attracted attention at high levels.
He was babbling about how the Gagrim would rise,
said Gel. I sent that report into my own command.
They just filed it, but they passed a copy onto us – a routine thing – and my boss’s, boss’s boss became interested.
Lot of bosses,
said Gel.
We – I – just want to talk more about it,
she said handing him a business card.
Yvonne Winter, media consultant,
read Gel. The name sounds like you should be in fashion design rather than media.
The names are made up. We never give our real names in this business. You’ll find that Addanc is out of Earth legends. Give me a call when you have a moment, and we’ll have a quiet drink – just a drink you understand.
I’m a supporter of the Empire but I’m not about to start working for Imperial Intelligence.
That’s good as we’re not about to recruit you,
said Yvonne. "We only want to ask questions which your intelligence people should have asked about the report, but didn’t.
There’s no disloyalty."
Hmmm,
said Gel.
Think about it,
Yvonne said. In the meantime, I should get out of here before your girlfriend turns up.
She left just before Athena arrived in a taxi looking fabulous in a black low-cut dress and sunglasses, which she still wore despite the fact that the sun had just set. She indicated with a wave and smile that Gel should pay for the taxi, which he did.
Who was the woman I saw you talking to when I came up?
she asked as they went into the restaurant.
A reporter looking for an interview,
said Gel. Somehow she recognised me. I told her I wasn’t interested.
Athena accepted the explanation without comment, but she had seen Gel put the woman’s business card in his coat pocket. Later, when they were back at Gel’s apartment and he was in the bathroom she found the card in his pocket and took a picture with her phone.
Later she sent it to a digital address connected to those who managed her establishment. They examined it curiously and started checking details.
On his way back from talking with Captain Edge, in the corridor outside the port admin office, Gel encountered his new subordinate, squad leader Addison, talking to another woman, the medic Alyssa.
Addi was just telling me how her new officer had thrown one of the port workers through a door,
said Alyssa. I was wondering what officer would do a thing like that and who rolls up but Sergeant Obsidian as an officer.
The guy rushed me,
said Gel, after he had embraced his comrade and friend. I just helped him on his way.
And I suppose the card table they were using went flying by itself,
said Alyssa.
I was merely encouraging them to end the game,
said Gel. We’re all good friends.
Even the guy you threw out of the break room?
Me and Private Karimov are like that,
Gel said, entwining one finger with another.
Captain Edge was also overwhelmed with emotion on seeing me.
You’ve spoken to him?
In fact, he is my superior officer. I’m deputy port commander and he’s the commander.
I bet he was thrilled,
said Alyssa, smiling.
All choked up,
said Gel. I was looking for the base IT section.
I’m going back that way,
said Alyssa. I’ll show you.
Squad Leader, call me if there is a problem with the unloading. We’ll sort out details later.
Of course, sir. Three transports inbound and two lined up for departure. Pardon me, sir, were you in that Easy Spice shoot out thing?
Well, yes, that was me.
Then you must have given Private Hartmann his combat medal.
Hartmann is at Fort Apache?
Gel asked. Alyssa nodded. That’s good news. I was hoping for a contact in IT and, yes, I gave him that medal. He got blown up three times in one fight, and managed to wound Major Murtagh, the one member of the mercenary outfit we were up against whom we didn’t kill or capture, and kept going. Seemed worth something.
Umph!
she said, smiled and left.
Why the Hartmann question?
Gel asked of Alyssa as they walked to IT.
Hartmann’s sweet on her. She is undecided.
From what little I’ve seen of Squad leader Addison he’d be lucky to get her.
My feeling, exactly,
said Alyssa.
Hartmann, looking just as much like an owl as ever, was dealing with three screens at once when Gel found him.
I hope none of these screens involve football pools,
said Gel.
When his company had been almost wiped out on Outpost-3 Hartmann had been sent to him direct from the transport mother ship jail cells as a replacement because there had been no one else to send. The technical private had been in the cells because a co-conspirator in a scheme to rig the football pools had unwisely told a female administrator what they were doing.
Sergeant! I mean sir, now. I heard you got through that course,
said Hartmann standing up, grinning. The football pools system has an anti-me alarm on it. I could get around it easily enough, but this time I’m going to steer clear. Sergeant Sampson
– Alyssa’s husband, a large sergeant in Third Regiment and a keen football pools player – has told me he would like to catch me alone somewhere quiet.
Discuss the issue of computer hacking of pools in a remote corner of the docks?
said Gel. Sound doesn’t carry much in the cold air, I guess.
Something like that, sir.
I’m sure Alyssa will keep her husband in check. Incidentally, a certain female squad leader in the port admin office inquired about your combat medal I see you have on your desk. She asked if I was the one who gave it to you. I told her what a heroic person you’d been.
Hartmann beamed.
They talked computer games for a while, then Gel, lowering his voice, said. Can you do me a favour?
Sure, sir,
said Hartmann, as long as it doesn’t involve football pools.
Nope, quite legal,
said Gel. I want you to look at transport movements and cargoes, without telling anyone.
This is about these mystery arms shipments?
said Hartmann also keeping his voice low. They’ve already tried most stuff.
I don’t doubt it,
said Gel, "but if the arms shipments aren’t coming through here –
or maybe Bravo - I don’t see how they could get the hardware from Lighthold. Troll around maybe, just look for things that don’t fit. Concentrate on transports that are carrying equipment rather than food or bulk cargoes. Look for those that are, say, taking longer to get here than they should, or anything unusual in loading or unloading times."
I’ll try, sir,
said Hartmann. Like I said, they’ve already looked at shipping patterns most ways they can think of.
Whatever you can do for me,
said Gel.
Another officer, a cheerful, sandy-haired man a few years older than Gel, strolled up.
He was a bulky man who carried his bulk with ease.
Is it true you are The Obsidian?
he asked.
Yes, Captain this is The Obsidian,
said Hartmann. Lieutenant, this is my boss in the digital section Captain Barastoc.
I’ve heard a great deal about you,
said the newcomer shaking Gel’s hand. Quite a shootout you guys had on Outpost-3.
All a total accident, sir,
said Gel. I didn’t know I was going to be in a shootout until it happened, and I didn’t have a chance to get out of it until it finished.
You’re in admin here, now?
said Barastoc. Why not a combat command?
Gel shrugged. They needed an extra body on Ports and it’s a lot warmer in here.
That it is,
agreed Barastoc laughing. But as Hartmann here will tell you, I’ve done some literature as well as IT. My honours thesis was in Russian literature and life is all about being miserable and cold, and suffering. Read Russian literature, Lieutenant and then you’ll feel at home.
Not to my taste, sir,
said Gel, but I’ll try to remember that.
Private Karimov found Staff Sergeant Bradley electronically checking containers with a tablet in one of the distant storage areas.
That new officer could mess up our deal,
he said.
I was the real port commander until he turned up,
said Bradley. The lieutenant is also a fighter. He was the lead in that Easy Spice shoot-out thing.
He was? How come we got him then,
said Karimov. "Why not a combat command?
No-one knows about our arrangement, do they?"
Nothing’s been said. No questions asked.
Karimov lightly kicked the side of a container, while he thought.
"Do we shut down for a while, or