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  The Relativity Bomb

  Sic Transit Terra Book 3

  by Arlene F. Marks

  Copyright © 2018 by Arlene F. Marks

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  The Sic Transit Terra Universe:

  Novellas:

  Lydia’s Royal Ace

  Candles

  Novels:

  The Genius Asylum (Book 1)

  The Otherness Factor (Book 2)

  The Relativity Bomb (Book 3)

  The Genome Rally (Book 4)

  The Cockroach Crusade (Book 5)

  The Identity Shift (Book 6)

  Acknowledgements

  I am grateful for the insights provided by the following people during the writing of this book: David Marks, Ken Haigh and my perceptive fellow authors in the Collingwood Writers’ Collective, Bette Walker, and Adde Walker, my science guy. Many thanks as well to Heather Manuel, who actually made the editing process enjoyable.

  Contents

  The Relativity Bomb

  Publisher’s Note:

  The Sic Transit Terra Universe:

  Acknowledgements

  Contents

  PART I

  THE MINTING OF JUNO VARGAS

  EARTH, 2374 C.E.

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 4

  CHAPTER 5

  CHAPTER 6

  PART II

  THE BETRAYALS OF BARRY NOVAK

  EARTH, 2399 C.E.

  CHAPTER 7

  CHAPTER 8

  CHAPTER 9

  CHAPTER 10

  CHAPTER 11

  CHAPTER 12

  PART III

  THE EPIPHANIES OF DREW TOWNSEND

  DAISY HUB, 2399 C.E.

  CHAPTER 13

  CHAPTER 14

  CHAPTER 15

  CHAPTER 16

  CHAPTER 17

  CHAPTER 18

  CHAPTER 19

  CHAPTER 20

  CHAPTER 21

  CHAPTER 22

  EPILOGUE

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  PART I

  THE MINTING OF JUNO VARGAS

  EARTH, 2374 C.E.

  Dennis René Forrand (b. 2320 – d. 2387 C.E.?) was the middle child and only son of pharmaceuticals magnate Gilles Forrand. Entering politics at an early age, he quickly rose through the governmental ranks, achieving the lofty post of Supreme Adjudicator for Americas just days before his fiftieth birthday. Available records indicate that he never married or fathered children. Although not the most popular of leaders, he was nonetheless respected for his political astuteness. Forrand was best known for his efforts to improve the public image of the Earth Relocation Authority. He is presumed to have perished when his personal vehicle ran off an ungridded road and tumbled down a cliff, bursting into flames; however, the remains found in the vehicle were too badly burned for a positive identification to be made.

  — Sic Transit Terra, An Unauthorized Planetary History

  (2673 C.E.)

  CHAPTER 1

  “That is one very determined lady.”

  His attention snagged, Supreme Adjudicator Dennis Forrand leaned over his executive assistant’s shoulder and took in the image on her light screen. A woman dressed in medical scrubs had stepped off the elevator and was now arguing with the guards at the floor reception desk. He didn’t need to hear her voice to know what she was saying — the stiffness of her posture, the staccato motions of her arms, and the storm warning on her face were all quite eloquent.

  “Yeah, she’s feisty as hell,” he said with a sigh. “She comes by it honestly.”

  The InfoComm buzzed. “They’re calling through, sir. What do you want me to tell them?”

  “Tell them I’ve been expecting her,” he instructed, already strolling back to his office.

  A minute later the door to the anteroom flew open as though kicked and the visitor barreled through it. She paused and glared briefly in the direction of the assistant’s desk, then swept past her without a word into the Supreme Adjudicator’s inner sanctum. This second door slid instead of swung, so she couldn’t slam it shut behind her as she so clearly wanted to do.

  Forrand gazed benignly at her from the other side of his large oaken desk.

  “Doctor Caroline Townsend,” he said in his most welcoming voice. “And what can I do for you today?”

  Her hands curled into fists as she covered the distance to his desk in two furious strides and leaned ominously across it.

  “You bastard!” she spat, then went on, thrusting each razor-like word at him as though hoping to draw blood, “You promised! You said that if I kept quiet— You swore to me that my family would stay together. Well, I’ve held up my part of the bargain, but we’ve just been posted off-world without our son.”

  “Drew is no longer Eligible. I told you that as long as you were all Eligible I could ensure that the Relocation Authority would not separate you. When Drew broke the law and lost his Eligibility—”

  “He’s only twelve years old. He’s a child! What happens to him when we’ve gone? For godsakes, he’s your—”

  “He’s under my protection,” Forrand declared, loudly enough to drown out the rest of her sentence. He rose from his seat and locked eyes with her, facing down her reproachful stare. “Just as you’ve all been up until now. I give you my word, Caroline, he’ll never lack for food or shelter. Your son will not come to harm. Now, I suggest you go home and finish getting the rest of your family ready to travel so you can make your scheduled flight to the transfer point.”

  “That’s the other thing I needed to tell you.” She was calmer now, but not by mu
ch. “Olivia is refusing to go with us. She says she won’t leave her little brother to fend for himself.”

  Forrand sank back down, scowling. “You’re her mother. Order her to start packing.”

  “I’d love to, but she ran out of the house shortly after we got the notice from the Relocation Authority and now I can’t find her. I was hoping you would know where she is.”

  “I’m sorry, Caroline, I don’t. However, I will do everything in my power to see that she is located. If I can’t get her onto the same flight as yours, I’ll put her on a later one.”

  “And you’ll take care of Drew.” It wasn’t a question.

  “I promise.”

  “Your promises aren’t worth as much to me as they used to be, Mister Supreme Adjudicator. Just make damned sure you keep this one,” she warned. With that, Caroline Townsend wheeled and stalked out almost as angrily as she’d arrived.

  Forrand waited for the sound of the outer door closing. Then he swiveled his chair and rapped lightly on a wall panel behind him. “You can come out now, young lady.”

  The panel slid aside. A girl in her mid-teens emerged from the hidden compartment, straightening her clothing and patting her mop of short dark hair back into place. She marched to the other side of his desk, leveled cool gray eyes at him, and demanded, “So what’s the big secret? It has something to do with Drew, doesn’t it? Something you didn’t want me to overhear.”

  There was a lot of her mother in her, he mused. And her grandmother, come to that.

  “No, angel, it doesn’t. And since my biggest secret right now is you, standing in my office, let’s just focus on why you’re here. It took persistence and ingenuity for you to get this far, so you must want something important. What is it?”

  Olivia thought for a moment. “My mother says you’re the most powerful person in Americas.”

  “I could be described that way,” he conceded.

  “Then I want you to teach me how to be as powerful as you are.”

  “If you want to run the world,” he told her, “you need to get on that short-hopper with your parents. It’s a lot easier to manage a hub or a colony than it is to control a planet like Earth.”

  “I didn’t say I want to run the world,” she corrected him sharply.

  “I see. Well, you’re still talking about amassing a great deal of political clout, and powerful people attract powerful and determined enemies. There’s been a target painted on my back for the past thirty years. Are you sure you want to live like that, constantly on yellow alert?”

  “Are you sure I’m your biggest secret right now?” she shot back, crossing her arms over her chest and raising her chin defiantly.

  Forrand permitted himself an indulgent chuckle. Then he said, “Before I agree to go along with this, you have to understand a few things. Power may seem attractive but it comes at a price, and it’s always going to be steeper than you expect. Once your guard goes up, it stays up. Once you’re committed, there’s no backing out. Are you absolutely certain, at the tender age of — what are you, sixteen?” She nodded. “Are you absolutely certain that this is how you want to spend the rest of your life?”

  “I’ve been thinking about it for a long time,” she told him, her voice sounding a lot older than sixteen. “Being Eligible seems attractive but it comes at a price too. If gathering political power is the only way for me to take back control of my life, then that’s what I want to do. And you may have a target on your back, but you’re still alive and kicking, so I figure you’re the best person to teach me how to do it.”

  Her gaze had captured his as soon as she began speaking. Now he sat back in his chair, studying her expression as he digested her words.

  “What about Drew?” he asked softly. “You told your mother you wanted to protect him.”

  “He’s already taken control of his life by losing his Eligibility,” she pointed out. “I know I can’t shield him from the consequences of his choices. But he’s still a kid, and he’s going to make mistakes. I just want to be able to keep him alive so he can learn from them. Do we have a deal, Mister Supreme Adjudicator?”

  Forrand smiled inwardly. Olivia was definitely her mother’s child. “We have a deal. However, there’s one thing I want you to do first. I want you to sleep on this and give me your final answer tomorrow morning.”

  She said nothing, just crossed her arms over her chest again and regarded him sullenly for several seconds.

  “Humor me,” he said. “I’m giving you a cooling off period. Whatever your decision is, I don’t want you to have any regrets about it later on.”

  “Fine, then,” she snapped. “But I’m pretty sure you don’t want me going back home, so where exactly am I supposed to do all this sleeping? Am I camping out in your office?”

  Forrand pressed an intercomm key on his desktop. “Nothing that dramatic.” A moment later his executive assistant stepped through the door. “Mrs. Delgado,” he told her, “this young lady needs a place to stay overnight, and I was wondering whether I could impose on your hospitality.”

  “It isn’t a problem, sir. I’ll have Estrella make up the spare bed.”

  “And someone will have to fetch her belongings from Clearmeadow Enclave and deliver them here.”

  “Already arranged. I’ve also contacted everyone on your list. Miss Townsend will be escorted to and from in secrecy.”

  “Hey, I’m standing right here,” Olivia reminded them, impatience putting an edge on her voice. “I’m not just some parcel that you’re moving around.”

  “Indeed, you’re not,” Forrand agreed. “What you are at the moment is a logistical nightmare, which I fortunately have the resources to manage. Meanwhile, there’s something else I want you to think about tonight. If your answer tomorrow morning is still yes, you’ll need to pick a new name, one that you’re willing to live with from now on.”

  She stared a question at him. After a beat, he replied, “Anyone associated with me — and anyone associated with them — becomes a target. If you’re serious about keeping your brother safe, Olivia Townsend will have to die.”

  “You mean my parents will think I’m dead? I’ll never be able to contact them again?”

  Her chin was wobbling, despite the determination that still filled her eyes.

  “Not your parents and especially not Drew,” he told her sternly, then added in a softer voice, “Sadly, it’s part of the price I was talking about earlier. The easy part.”

  — «» —

  There were two individuals waiting in Forrand’s anteroom when Olivia was brought there the following morning, and she didn’t like the way either one of them was looking at her.

  The young woman talking with Mrs. Delgado was tall and sturdily built, with plain features. A rope of braided brown hair fell over her shoulder and nearly to her waist. As Olivia stepped into the room, the woman turned and impaled her with an icy blue stare.

  Meanwhile, a young man with short, dark blond hair had claimed one of the matched chairs against the far wall. Wearing a ganger jacket and sporting a crown-shaped tattoo on his neck, he was scanning Olivia up and down with a calculating smile that made her skin crawl.

  Fortunately, she didn’t have to endure their attentions for long. Scant moments after her uniformed escort had departed, she was ushered by Mrs. Delgado into the Supreme Adjudicator’s inner office.

  Forrand sat watching her intently from behind his desk. His suit was rumpled, making her wonder whether he’d slept in it. Then it occurred to her that he might not have slept at all.

  Breaking into her thoughts, he got right to the point. “Have you come to a decision?” he demanded.

  “I have,” she told him, managing to keep her voice steady. “I still want to go ahead with this.”

  He made an approving noise and pressed the intercomm key. “Send her in.”

  A few sec
onds later, the plain-faced, brown-haired girl strode through the door and took up a position beside Forrand’s desk.

  “All right, then,” he said, addressing Olivia once more. “Your education begins right now. Before you can wield power, you need to understand it. Specifically, you need to understand its effects on the people who have it and on those who lack it. You’ve grown up with a great deal of privilege that you’ve never had to earn. So, I’m sending you on an extended field trip to places most Eligibles never see or even think about. This is Angeli. She will be your companion, guide, and bodyguard for the next twelve months.” He indicated with a gesture the forbidding-looking young woman to his left.

  Olivia’s heart sank. A whole year? With her?

  “The arrangements have already been made,” he went on briskly. “All that’s missing is the name you’ll be traveling under. I trust you’ve picked one?” In the silence that followed this question, it felt to Olivia as if everything in the room was holding its breath in anticipation of her response.

  Finally, she replied, “Juno Vargas.”

  Forrand considered this, then said, “Juno was the queen of the ancient Greco-Roman gods, and Adam Vargas was the primary architect of our current geopolitical system. That’s quite a statement for a sixteen-year-old to be making. Well, Miss Vargas, I recommend that you get as much enjoyment as you can out of this excursion, because once your name is linked to mine you won’t be able to do much traveling.”

  He leaned forward and began speaking quietly into the intercomm. Meanwhile, the newborn Juno Vargas looked into the face of the woman who would be her guide and chaperone for the next year and saw a raised eyebrow and a mouth set in a hyphen of disapproval. However educational this trip might turn out to be, Juno very much doubted whether Angeli would permit it to be enjoyable. Forrand had probably selected her for that very reason. This “tour” was most likely intended to be a test of her stamina and commitment. All right, she decided grimly. She would pass his damned test with room to spare, even if she had to ditch her traveling companion and complete it on her own.