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networks. He could piece together disparate data and reveal connections, conclusions and intelligence of which no human observer could have been aware.
    “I have been tracking Confederation communications exchanges, and conclude that the rogue component of their government is staging their operation from here.”
    One of the screens shifted from the streets of Geneva to a scene in deep space, the vast, ringed glory of Saturn in the distance, a small rock-and-ice moon in the foreground. Koenig read the information scrolling up the side of the screen. “Enceladus? What’s at Enceladus?”
    “Evidently, the renegade faction’s headquarters. The evidence suggests that they have been planning this for a very long time. I suggest a Navy-Marine task force tasked with capturing the surface base and any senior personnel stationed there.”
    “That may not be easy,” Koenig said. “We’re stretched damned tight right now.”
    “I am aware of this. The USNA may need to disengage at several points—retreat—in order to free forces for the strike. Some of the slack might be taken up by Chinese and Russian forces in Asia.”
    “We’ll need ships. And right now, most of what we have is protecting the space elevator . . . or in low orbit High Guard, waiting to block another nano-D strike.”
    “I do not need to tell you, President Koenig, that a purely defensive stance will, ultimately, fail. Your best chance lies in going over to the offensive. And speed is of the essence.”
    “Eh? Why? What else have you heard?”
    “Nothing definite. But some of my data mining has revealed an unsettling possibility.”
    Koenig sighed. “Okay. What is it?”
    “It is possible that the renegade Confederation government has been in direct contact with the Sh’daar, and they may be on their way here.”
    The words hit Koenig like a hammer blow. “Christ! The Sh’daar? Here? ”
    “It may be a good idea,” Konstantin said, “to attempt the destruction of your human enemies before having to face something considerably more exotic . . . and dangerous.”
    And Koenig could only nod in dumb agreement.

 
    Chapter Three
    20 January 2425
    USNA CVS America
    Omega Centauri
    1750 hours, TFT
    The Rosette Aliens were letting them go.
    Gray scarcely allowed himself to believe it at first . . . but when a number of those bright silver eggs took up positions around the task force, a few thousand kilometers out and escorted them toward their Alcubierre jump point, effortlessly matching their acceleration, he had to admit that that was the case.
    “I just wish we’d been able to open a comm channel with them,” Gray said. He was on the flag bridge, now, sitting at his partially enclosed workstation above and behind the captain’s chair.
    “I think,” the CAG said quietly in his mind, “that we have been in communication with them.”
    “What do you mean?”
    “They turned our recon pilot around and dropped him back alongside the America ,” Connie Fletcher said. “ Without harming him . . . and that’s important. Kind of like shooing a curious kitten away from the power outlet.”
    “We began accelerating out-system, and they paced us,” Acting Captain Gutierrez pointed out. “Seems like pretty clear communications to me. ‘Here’s your hat, what’s your hurry? Don’t let the door slam your ass on the way out.’ ”
    “I think you’re right. No specific response on the messages we sent them. I think it possible that they simply aren’t interested in us.”
    “Well, Admiral . . . a K-3 civilization might not find a K-1.2 all that interesting.”
    “Coming up on our jump point, sir,” the Helm reported. “Twenty seconds.”
    The view of the stars outside of the America was weirdly distorted by the carrier’s velocity, now just a hair less than the speed of light itself. The entire universe, the light of all the stars in the Omega Centauri cluster, had been squeezed into a bright ring of light forward. The seconds