However, the SAS suffered greater looses in the war with the aliens than the JPU did. So if Neifeh can upgrade half of the JPU fleet, he could easily cripple the SAS and UFN fleets. And if he destroyed Dunn, he could eventually dominate all three empires."
"We need to get word to—"
"No, Terril. Even if we could, it would change little. If Neifeh is to be stopped, Freeland will have to do it." I held her eyes. "Your orders, Gunny, are to protect me. Remember?"
"Yes...Elder Ioana." She smiled.
"Ni'Shay. I want your design team to create a chip we can imbed in the stealth material we coat the ships with that will, when queried with a special coded frequency, tell us its identity and modifications. And, when things settle down, find a place to continue work on the Freeland Ghost fighter."
"Yes, Elder Ioana."
* * *
Henrick checked on me each day. The doctor reported I was improving each day but unable to stand without passing out. On the third day, he pronounced me recovered enough to be released. I would have dragged it out longer, but Freelanders were being abused every day, and I needed to stop it. Unfortunately, the game couldn't be rushed.
"Admiral Neifeh is very angry, Ioana," Henrick said as he walked me from the hospital to the waiting shuttle.
"Then he should stop beating me."
"You are lucky he didn't shoot you."
"Not luck, Lieutenant Henrick. Your Admiral would kill you or me or anyone without a second thought if he didn't need us. I'm useful for now, so luck isn't involved. He's planning on killing me as soon as he can make me useless." I laughed.
"You think that funny?"
"He's young and believes force is the answer to every problem; I'm old and know from experience that it seldom produces the best solution," I said. The ride to the first holding area was made in silence. When we arrived, I screamed.
Thalia sent.
They had fenced off an area with razor-wire. Inside, each Riss had a metal collar around her neck and a short chain connecting her to another Riss's collar. Food and water lay in pans on the ground.
I screamed so that every Riss heard me.
I heard in response as I walked to the fence and pretended to sign. Several pretended to sign in response.
I turned and began walking back to the shuttle.
"Where are you going?" Henrick snarled, grabbing my arm.
"Tell Admiral Neifeh I'm no longer useful, so he can shoot me." I smiled. "Maybe the great Admiral can force the Riss to speak Johaban." I shook loose of Henrick and entered the shuttle. I noticed he was speaking to someone on his handheld. He entered a few minutes later.
"Admiral Neifeh says we are to wait here. He's very angry."
An image of me in an orange Kasaya robe sitting under a Bodhi tree.
I sent the same image but with guns laying in my lap and on the ground around me.
Again the same initial image, but this time with me chained to the tree.
* * *
"Henrick!" Neifeh shouted, several hours later. "Bring that old bitch out here."
Henrick jerked me out of the seat and pulled me out the door to where Neifeh stood, hands on hips.
"You're refusing to help?" he said in a deadly whisper, his face flushed with rage.
"Thanks to you."
"ME!" he shouted. He drew his gun and shards hit my knee. I screamed, falling to the ground, and then managed a laugh.
"I die happy, Admiral Neifeh, knowing you've failed. I doubt the Jahaba Supreme Council is going to be happy."
"I don't need you, bitch. Watch." He turned and pointed to one of the guards. "Fetch me two of those animals." He stood with a crooked smile on his face as two of the Riss were decoupled from the others and brought to him. "Stake one to the ground."
My heart bled, knowing what was about to