“You’re mad!” Caddrick shouted. “Completely insane! My God, Carson, is this the only way you can find to keep your precious pocket-book from being shut down around your ears? By making wild accusations and threatening me?”
“Why don’t we let Jenna settle it?” Kit smiled coldly into Caddrick’s eyes.
The senator swung on the I.T.C.H. agents. “Are you going to listen to this garbage? I insist you do your job! Shut down this station right now, before any more lives are lost! As for Carson,” he flung a pitying look over his shoulder, “it’s clear he’s cracked under the strain. Up-time hospitalization is what he needs.”
Agent Kirkegard frowned. “Senator, I cannot believe Kit Carson has gone raving mad in the space of one week. Not when he has worked so heroically to save lives on this station. No, do not interrupt!” she snapped, as Caddrick started to protest. “Grave charges have been made, charges which must be investigated. If what Mr. Carson says is true, your actions on this station must be considered highly suspicious. Until this delegation is satisfied that no evidence exists to prove these accusations, my fellow agents and I must take them seriously. You will return to your hotel, Senator, and you will not leave it unless you are summoned by this delegation. Is that clear? Mr. Morgan,” she turned her attention to Bull, leaving Caddrick sputtering in naked shock, “I believe your security system records events on Commons?”
“It does,” Bull nodded. “We recycle the tapes on a weekly basis, but we’ve kept the footage of every riot on station, for legal purposes.”