"Sophie?"
Rory slipped open the door of the big, brightly lit bedroom, casting
a glance around him for his partner. Sophie set down her book, glancing
up from her seat in the corner as she offered him a playful smile.
"Well, hello." She said, amused. "You don't often come up here these
days - is there something I can do for you?"
"That depends." Rory let the door bang shut behind him, coming to sit
on the end of the bed. "Sophie, have you seen Minx today? Or at all,
recently?
I tried her office but she wasn't there and her secretary said she
didn't
come back to Rebel Records after lunch. I had the impression you met
her
for lunch - but I need to speak to her."
"Oui, we had lunch." Sophie's brows knitted in confusion. "But I do
not know if she returned to the company or if she did not. I had my
appointment
with the dentist this afternoon, if you remember. Two fillings."
She put a finger to her cheek absently, then, "I'm still a little under
the weather. I think it's time I changed my dentist."
"I don't want to talk about your teeth, woman." Rory snapped, and
Sophie's
dark eyes became big with surprise.
"Rory? Cherie, what is the matter? It is not like you to yell."
"Well, I'm upset." Rory said flatly. "I haven't had the best
afternoon."
"What happened?" Sophie got to her feet, drawing her dressing gown
more tightly around her as she came to join him on the bed. "Rory, you
are tense. Did your meeting go badly?"
"No, the meeting went just fine." Rory said slowly. He sighed, then,
"Listen, Sophie, something is amiss. Have you noticed anything, well,
unusual
in recent weeks at Rebel Records?"
"Unusual?" Sophie's features became thoughtful. "I'm not sure I know
what you mean. You've all been, well, busy lately - but that's hardly
different."
She let out a rueful laugh.
"And I am afraid that all this big business often confuses me. I'm
sorry, Rory. I cannot say I have."
Rory pursed his lips.
"This afternoon, someone came into my office that I wasn't expecting."
He said quietly. "They intended to kill me, but thanks to Stefana's
habit
of never knocking before she comes in, the attempt was foiled and the
assassin
fled."
Now the shock in Sophie's eyes was genuine, and she slipped an arm
around her companion's shoulders.
"Rory! They tried to kill you? In your own office? But why? Who would
do something like that?"
"You tell me." Rory glanced at his hands. "Sophie, this is unpleasant
for me and it will be unpleasant for you, also. But before Stefana's
opportune
arrival, the assassin mentioned Minx by name. I'm afraid..."
"That Minx would pay someone to have you killed?" Sophie's voice was
little more than a whisper. "Non! I won't believe it!"
"Well, I hardly do myself." Rory admitted. "I'm unsettled, if you want
to know the truth. I've upset a lot of people, and I don't really care
much if I have. But Minx is one of us - a Stinger. Something is going
on,
and I could have been leaving work today in a body bag. I want to get
to
the bottom of it and I need your help."
He paused, then ran a finger down her cheek.
"I need someone that I can trust."
Sophie was silent for a moment, digesting this. Then at length she
nodded.
"I will see what I can discover." She said softly. "But...did you speak
to security? The police? Anyone?"
"Not yet." Rory shook his head. "If Minx is involved, I want to know
how and why before I take those steps. I got the impression that this
was
just a small part of a much bigger operation. If she's in trouble and I
can get her out of it, I will."
"And if she really did want you dead, cherie?" Sophie raised
questioning
dark eyes to his brown ones. Rory glanced at her for a moment, then
kissed
her on the forehead.
"Don't you worry about that." He said carefully. "I don't do well with
people who cross me. I won't have the scandal of an old friend
imprisoned...but
if I discover that she was more involved in this than I like, she'll be
on the first plane back to Germany. I didn't spend the last fifteen
years
building up my company to have it undermined by a songwriter with a
chip
on her shoulder. So see what you can find out, Sophie - she trusts you,
and she might tell you something that she wouldn't say in front of me.
Okay?"
Sophie let out a heavy sigh.
"Very well." She agreed. "Though I think you are mistaken."
She got to her feet, glancing briefly at her reflection in the mirror,
then slipping off her dressing gown.
"But for now, I still feel a little dizzy from this afternoon's
endeavours."
She added. "Do you mind if I take a nap?"
"No, of course not." Rory shook his head, standing. "I'll leave you
to it."
He frowned, his lip curling with displeasure as he considered the
afternoon's
events. "I have more than enough to chase up myself in the meantime -
don't
you worry about that. I'm heading back to the company, now everyone has
left. I'm going to discover exactly how an assassin got through my
security
measures if it's the last thing I do."
Sophie offered him a smile, then stretched out on her bedcovers,
resting
her head in the silk-covered pillow and closing her eyes as she heard
the
sound of Rory leaving the bedroom. She lay still, listening as his
steps
receded down the stairs and into the front room. Then she muttered a
curse
in her own language, opening her eyes and fumbling for her purse.
Snapping
it open, she rootled around inside for her cell phone, dialling
Ingrid's
number and waiting impatiently for her to pick up.
Ingrid did on the fourth ring.
"We have trouble." Sophie did not waste any time with pleasantries,
slipping straight into her friend's tongue as she listened for the
sound
of Rory's car leaving the front drive. "Minx, you must come here, at
once."
"Sophie?" Ingrid sounded confused, then, "Where is here? Where are
you?"
"At home. Rory has just left." Sophie clambered off the bed, moving
to the window and peering around the edge of the lace curtain as she
watched
her partner climbing into his vehicle, putting it in gear and backing
out
onto the road. "He goes back to Rebel Records to work late. And you
must
be gone by the time he is back - so do not waste any time!"
"Sophie, what is this about?"
"I need to know if you tried to kill my partner this afternoon."
"Sophie!" Ingrid let out an indignant exclamation. "What do you think
I am, a murderer?"
"I don't know, but I'm going to find out." Sophie snapped back.
"Techrat's
holographic marvel tried to assassinate Rory this afternoon in his
office,
after his meeting. That's all I know...but I want to know where we
stepped
over the bounds of peaceful coup to violent homicide."
"She did what?" Now Ingrid sounded stunned. "But she assured me she
knew what the plan was. What she was meant to do!"
"Well, obviously not so well as she should have." Sophie sighed. "Look,
just come here. Okay? Now. Rory is gone. It is safe."
There was a pause, then,
"I will be there as soon as I can." Ingrid agreed.
Sophie terminated her call, tossing the phone down onto the bed as
she gazed out of the front window, impatiently waiting for her friend
to
arrive.
"I don't know how long Rory will be away, and he does not yet suspect
me." She murmured. "He must not, if anything is to be salvaged from
this
plan. But what exactly happened this afternoon? And Stefana...was her
presence
there involuntary or is she more of a liability than I thought? Did she
barge into Rory's office by coincidence or did she hope to intervene in
Athena's plans? I wonder. This grows messier by the hour!"
The sound of a car horn alerted her to the fact Ingrid had arrived
and she hurried down the stairs, unlatching the front door and swinging
it open.
"Quickly - in." She hissed.
Ingrid banged her car door shut, hurrying across the tarmac and into
the spacious Beverly Hills home, watching as Sophie fastened the door
behind
her.
"Well?" She demanded.
"Well." Sophie pursed her lips. "You and I agreed that there was to
be no violence, n'est-pas? Nothing aggressive? Just a gentle nudge to
shift
Rory from the seat of power?"
"That's what we agreed and that's what I thought was going to happen."
Ingrid grimaced at her companion, following her into the lounge. "Are
you
for sure? Athena really tried to kill Rory this afternoon?"
"Rory told me himself." Sophie nodded her head, taking a seat and
gesturing
for her companion to do the same. "I certainly didn't give that
instruction."
"And you think I did?"
"It's hard for me to know." Sophie admitted. "You know Techrat. You
got him involved. You bargained with him over building this machine.
You
are mad at Rory...and he is in your way. I want to know, Minx. I want
to
know for sure that you did not plan this to happen."
"You should know me better than that." Ingrid spat out. "Of course
I didn't! The computer must have got her wires crossed, that's all."
"You don't think...could Techrat have...?"
"I doubt it." Ingrid rubbed her temples. "He's a moron but I can't
see him ordering a human murder. He doesn't even like people. He
certainly
wouldn't waste his time plotting to kill one. It's all machines with
him."
"So who gave Athena that command, then?"
"Don't look at me. It wasn't me."
Sophie eyed Ingrid for a moment, then sighed.
"I believe you." She admitted. "But you see how bad this is? Someone
tried to kill Rory, and that someone dropped your name to him before
her
attempt was interrupted. He wants me to spy on you - find out if you're
messing him over. He's fairly adamant that, if he finds out anything
that
suggests you are, he's deporting you back to Germany on the first plane
available. If he finds out I've been helping you, it won't just be
deportation
for me. I might end up once more in France, but if I am evicted from
America
in suspicious circumstances, it might well re-open investigations into
what Jacques and I did when we were in Paris."
"Or we could both end up doing time for attempted murder in a
California
hell-hole." Ingrid bit her lip. "Athena told him I was involved?"
"Well, Rory said as much." Sophie nodded. "Listen, Minx. Stefana was
the one who interrupted the assassination attempt. We had discounted
her
- but do you think...?"
"Why stop a man being killed if you want the machine to kill him?"
Ingrid demanded. Sophie spread her hands.
"This is all beyond me." She responded. "I am looking for answers and
finding none. It seems Stefana accidentally arrived on Rory as Athena
was
ready to kill him, inadvertently saving his life. Rory seems to have no
suspicion for Stefana, and she has made no contact with me since this
afternoon.
And if she had betrayed us, then Rory would surely know more. He would
know that I am involved - and he would not have asked me to find things
out about you. He said he trusted me."
"So we can think, then, that Stefana did not connect Athena to us when
she walked in on them?" Ingrid asked hopefully. "I mean, Athena can
look
like many things or many people. Perhaps Stefana didn't know."
"Perhaps not." Sophie agreed. "But I will not be a part of something
that is intending violence and murder, Minx. If Athena's program is
confused,
it must be corrected. You must speak to Techrat, and we must ensure
this
cannot happen again. Rory is already on his guard and I will already
have
to do as much quick-thinking as I can to get you out of hot water. Talk
to Techrat and then lie low. Do not draw suspicion on yourself, and
whatever
you do, go along with whatever story I decide to tell him.
Otherwise..."
"Otherwise I'm on my way back to Germany." Ingrid said soberly. "I
know. And I trust you. We had a pact to protect each other, after all.
I will speak to Techrat about his machine, and then we'll see what's
happening.
The greater distance I can put between me and this plot in Rory's eyes
the better!"
* * * * * * * * * *
"So what exactly happened this afternoon?"
Topaz settled down on the couch in the front room of the Starlight
Mansion, cradling her small daughter on her lap as she cast Cynthia a
curious
look. "You went to Rebel Records with Stefana and...was it as she said?
Is there really a rogue holographic simulator cruising Los Angeles
looking
for target practice?"
"Indeed there is." Cynthia glanced up grimly from the mess of wires
and circuitboard that she had been fiddling with. "Athena is not a
figment
of Stefana's imagination, nor a hallucination. She is real - and she is
definitely dangerous. Thankfully, we were at Rory's office in time. But
Stefana's involvement has brought her into danger in more ways than
one.
I fear that after this encounter, she is even more at risk."
She tightened one of the wires, then,
"Athena was impersonating Stefana when she attacked Rory. Had Stefana
not been there, and me also, the security tapes would have shown a
simple
case of employee murdering employer."
"But you were there...so Rory knows there's a computer after him?"
Nancy glanced up from her manuscript book. Cynthia nodded her head.
"Some of it. Stefana told him something to keep his mouth shut, but
really he doesn't understand what's going on and I think that's
probably
for the best." She responded. "He may review his security tapes, but he
will be sadly disappointed."
She smiled slightly.
"They appear to have suffered some irreperable damage during that part
of the day. Exposure to some magnetic source, or something similar.
Most
odd."
Sylva let out a low chuckle.
"You zapped his tapes?"
"I had to." Cynthia sighed. "Though they prove that Athena is not your
average assassin and they lend credence to Stefana's story, I was
forced
to use holographic simulations of my own to protect Rory Llewelyn's
life.
The last thing I want is for people to perceive Synergy as any part of
this. If ever it becomes public, the blame must all lie with Techrat
and
his computer. Synergy is dead and she must definitely stay that way.
Even
if it means destroying evidence which could, in time, lead to a
conviction
of the people really behind all this."
"Ingrid Krueger and Sophie Devereux." Nancy pursed her lips. "Talk
about sleeping with the enemy. Do you think Llewelyn knows that his
creepy
belle is in on all of this too?"
"I neither know nor care." Cynthia said simply. "My business is with
Athena. Rory Llewelyn can handle the insurrection in his company."
"And we're meant to be working on our song." Sadie put in from her
corner. "But I'm finding it hard to focus on anything at the moment
except
all this sci fi craziness. Alex has had no luck at the Federal office,
guys. This Techrat guy might as well not exist. He even scanned through
a few databases they have access to which aren't to do with criminal
records.
Nada."
"Well, he is a real man." Cynthia remarked. "I spoke to Jetta this
morning and she remembers him clearly from his days as an associate to
the Misfits. She called him a maggot, however, so I gather he was not
one
to spend much time socialising."
"Mom knew him?" Nancy looked startled. "Did you tell her about all
this?"
"How could I?" Cynthia demanded. "I would have to tell her that I was
also Synergy, and I do not trust her with that secret. No. I pretended
that his name was mentioned in something Jerrica left behind. She told
me what she knew, but it was not much. It only confirmed he was real
and
that he was involved with both Misfits and Stingers, because of his
employment
with Eric Raymond. That explains his connection to Minx and backs up
Stefana's
story. Nothing more."
"Why don't you trust my Mom with this?" Nancy frowned. "It's not like
she'd freak and blow your cover. You trust her enough to work with and
for her and Aunt Phyl, after all. I don't get it."
"There are certain things that powerful and influential people should
not be given the temptation to use." Cynthia said simply. "I like your
mother, Nancy. I am fond, in my own way, of Phyllis Gabor and her
frequent
tantrums. But Synergy's secret is something else. The desire to
manipulate
what I can do for their own ends may prove too great. Besides, I am
content
with my current working relationship. If they knew, that would change.
It is nothing personal. Just self-preservation."
"Well, I just think it's a touch mean. That's all." Nancy frowned.
"Yes, and you did not know your mother or Pizzazz when they were
Misfits
and I was the enemy." Cynthia responded. "So let us leave it there. For
the time being, it is an irrelevance. Jetta knew nothing much of
Techrat
that could help. Our only way of tracking him down will be to track the
computer. I have her signal logged in my databanks now and I can get a
faint bearing. But the more I try and focus that signal, the more I
realise
that it would be a mistake for me to try and find her myself. It would
be exactly what she would want. She would know then how to find me, and
consequently the Starlight Mansion. That would place each of you in
great
danger."
She hesitated, casting the oblivious Hollie a glance.
"And some of you cannot defend yourselves."
"But even if your hologram was out and about hunting her mainframe,
and her hologram was out and about hunting yours..."
Sadie faltered, pursing her lips. "God, that's confusing. But even
if that was going on - wouldn't your sensors pick up her presence
before
she got here? And, like, shut her out?"
"Sadie's right." Sylva nodded. "You've always had the sweep of the
grounds here and you'd know if we were in trouble. Wouldn't you?"
Cynthia was silent for a moment, then,
"I am preparing for all eventualities." She admitted. "Aaron has not
yet had the time to look at the damage I sustained while Jacqui was
dominating
my circuits. That being the case, I am not able yet to do all the
things
I did do before. The bearing I have for Athena's signal is in a distant
part of town. To project that far from my mainframe on my current power
levels would probably mean compromising my security signals here. I am
sorry that it is so, but at present it is the best I can do."
"She beat you up good and proper, huh?" Sadie looked sympathetic. "It's
cool, Cyn. If you need our help, you only have to ask."
"I will need help." Cynthia agreed. "But I have not yet thought through
entirely what must happen. When I have, you will all know, I promise.
For
now, however, I must complete this."
She tapped her collection of electronics and cables gently with her
screwdriver. "In the event that my mainframe is unable to track her
signal,
I am hoping that this will be adequate. And if someone other than me
should
go hunting holographic computers..."
"That should lead us to her?" Topaz asked. Cynthia smiled.
"That is my hope." She agreed. "And if nothing else, it should tell
you when you are in the presence of friend or foe."
"If she can look like anyone or anything, then it's something we might
well need." Nancy bit her lip. "If Athena really tried to total Rory
Llewelyn,
and Stefana was really on the level with everything she told us, we are
in way over our heads. She wasn't kidding when she said we needed you
up
and running and involved in this. None of us would have a clue what we
were doing otherwise...and she wants to kill people."
"And that is why I am here." Cynthia said composedly. "Don't worry,
Nancy. I will find her. I just want to ensure that, when I do, she does
not realise I am tracking her until it's too late for her to do
anything
about it...and that takes time and energy on my part. But I will get
there...if
it's the last thing I do."
JACQUI'S LEGACY: PART THREE
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