“Does Pancho know this yet?”
“She gets a copy of my reports automatically.”
“Any response from her?”
“Not yet, sir. I just put out the report this morning. Not everyone reacts as fast as you.” She smiled slightly, then added, “Sir.”
He allowed himself to smile back at her a little.
“The real question,” she said, “is whether HSS is developing nanomachines for processing ores out of the asteroids or as weapons.”
“Weapons?” Wanamaker’s gray brows rose.
“If they can chew up rocks, they can chew up spacecraft, buildings, even people.”
He sank back in the stiff metal chair. “Weapons,” he muttered. “My god.”
“It’s a possibility, isn’t it?” she asked.
“I suppose it is.”
Tashkajian waited a heartbeat, then said, “I’ve been thinking about your request for a diversion, sir.”
“Is this a change of subject?”
“Not entirely, sir.”
Looking slightly puzzled, Wanamaker said, “Go ahead.”
“Suppose we attacked HSS’s base at Vesta,” she began.
“Most of it’s underground,” said Wanamaker. “They’re well dug in. And well defended.”
“Yes, sir, I understand. But they have certain facilities on the surface of the asteroid. Communications antennas. Launchpads. Airlocks to the interior. Even their defensive laser weapons. They’re all up on the surface.”
“So?”
“So we strew the surface with nanomachines that eat metals.”
Wanamaker’s eyes flickered. She couldn’t tell from his stony expression whether he was impressed or disgusted.
She plunged on, “The nanomachines would destroy metal structures, even eat into the asteroid itself. It might not wipe out the base but it would certainly disrupt their operations. It would be the diversion you’ve asked for.”
He was silent for several moments. Then he asked, “And how do you get a ship close enough to Vesta to accomplish this raid? They’d blast the ship into molecules before it got close enough to be dangerous to them.”
“I think I’ve got that figured out, too, sir.”
He saw that she was deadly serious. She wouldn’t bring this up unless she thought she had the entire scheme in hand, he realized.
“Go ahead,” he said.
“We send the ship in when there’s a solar flare.”
Wanamaker blinked. “Do you think…” His voice trailed off.
“I’ve checked out the numbers, sir.” With growing confidence she went on, “A category four solar flare emits a huge cloud of ionized particles. Scrambles communications on all frequencies, including radar! A ship could ride inside the cloud and get close enough to Vesta to release the nanomachines.”
Immediately, he countered, “Solar flare clouds don’t block laser beams.”
“Yessir, I know. But laser sweeps aren’t generally used for spotting spacecraft unless the radar scans have found a bogie. They use laser scans to identify an unknown radar blip.”
“Riding inside a radiation cloud is pretty damned hazardous.”
“Not if the ship is properly shielded, sir.”
He fell silent once again, thinking.
“The radiation storm would drive all HSS personnel off the surface of Vesta. They’d all be deep underground, so our nanomachines would destroy their surface facilities without killing any of their personnel.”
Wanamaker tried to scowl and wound up almost smiling, instead. “A humane attack on the enemy.”
“A diversion that could cripple the HSS base on Vesta, at least temporarily, and check their domination of the Belt, sir.”
“If there’s a big enough flare to give you the cloud you need,” he cautioned.
“That’s what got me thinking about this idea in the first place,” she said, clearly excited. “We’re in the middle of a solar maximum period. Plenty of sunspots and lots of flares.”
He nodded curtly. “Let me see the numbers.”
“Yes, sir!”
HABITAT CHRYSALIS
Victoria Ferrer felt distinctly uneasy in the rock rats’ habitat, in orbit around the asteroid Ceres. Although she dressed as modestly as she could, she still felt that every move she made was being watched by men—and women—who focused on her the way a stalking leopard stares at its prey.
The habitat itself was comfortable enough. The gravity was the same as the Moon’s, or so close that she couldn’t notice any difference. As a visitor Ferrer had a small but well-appointed compartment to herself, and the adjoining cabin to use as an office. There was a galley in the next segment of the structure, and even a passably decent restaurant on the other side of the wheel-shaped assemblage. With her expense account, she could afford to take most of her meals in the restaurant.