"Teacher, words cannot begin to express my shame. I assure you this will never happen again." Elise sat in Crowe's office and kept a brave but humble front. Word of the incident had spread across the entire All Galaxy with few of the tall tales being anything close to the truth. The version Rima heard was that James was so drunk that he could barely stand, and that he had thrashed everyone at the barricade, Elfreth and Flatirons alike. And when noble Maanx tried to stop him, James nearly killed him, beating him to within inches of his life.

There were a hundred worse variations of the incident, each one more terrible than the previous. Some coming from the Flatirons were particularly far-fetched, claiming that Maanx had caught James in an act of espionage and that he was working for the Co-op. Others said James was on his way to assassinate the Teacher and was trying to take control of the All Galaxy for himself. No matter the stories, they got two facts correct: James was drinking, and he battered the son of the Flatiron teacher. Now she had a much larger problem to worry about. The trust and alliance they had so carefully nurtured over the past two months seemed overshadowed by this one incident. If an Elfreth elder could be so violent and unhinged, what did it say about the tribe that made him their champion? Elise didn't blame Flatirons for wondering.

However, she also knew that what she, the Elfreth, and the Manhattan Nation had built here was too important, and they had gone too far for the Elfreth to be expelled. The Co-op danger was too close and all the tribes were too committed to this war. Not only was the All Galaxy the heart of the new government, it was also where all the tribes had centered their defenses. That meant expelling the Elfreth was not an option. If the Flatirons pressed that point, it would leave them with only one choice.

"There are many voices saying the chronman, or even all of your tribe, should be expelled," Crowe said, sitting at his desk. He remained calm, but she had spent enough time with him over the past few weeks to know he was furious. In many ways, he reminded her of Qawol. The old Elfreth Oldest was equally warm, wise, and hard at the same time.

"It is just one mishap, Teacher. We are taking steps right now to ensure this will never happen again." She tried to hide the worry in her voice. "We've built so much in such a short period. We can't throw it all away."

"I would not wish it so." Crowe nodded. "However, I will not allow today's incident to repeat, so how can you guarantee this will not happen again?"

Elise closed her eyes. What could she do? James's problem wasn't something they could cure. Things with him were bound to get much worse before they got better. Alcoholism during her time had decreased even though the amount of alcohol people drank had increased. Education and moderation were the key. There wasn't a magic pill to cure James's problem.

"I ... I cannot promise that," she said.

"Then I cannot allow him to stay in the tower," said Crowe. "I'm sorry, child."

Elise's world shattered as the image of banishing James ran through her head. She knew she couldn't do it. It had been less than a year since they had first met, but James was everything to her. He was the rock she relied on in this crazy future world when everything else around her had gone to hell. Whenever she needed him, he was there, sometimes even when she didn't want him there. She knew he was devoted to her through and through. The very thought of turning her back on him and sending him away made her sick. She just couldn't do it.

"Give me a chance to help him," she pleaded. "He's a good person. I owe him, the Elfreth owe him that. Please."

There was a long silence, broken only by Crowe drumming his fingers on the desk. He looked off to the side and then finally back at Elise. "You will isolate him on his floor away from the rest. He is forbidden from the barricades or any Flatirons until he is no longer ill. If he relapses even once among my people, he is gone that day. Is that understood?"

Elise nodded several times. "Thank you, Teacher. James is a good man. He's suffered much in his life. He just needs my support and love. I need to be there for him. I am to blame."

"He is a chronman. It comes with their work."

"You wouldn't understand half the things he's gone through. The suffering and dreams. He's only told me some of it, whatever I could bear to hear, but the drinking is how he copes."

Crowe got up from his wingback chair and walked over to the cabinet in the corner of his office. He opened one of the doors and pulled out a small box. He stared at it for a brief moment before returning to her. He put the box in her hands.

"I know more than you could possibly imagine."

Elise's breath caught. Inside the box was a set of broken bands. She hesitantly picked up half a shattered exo and held it up. They were old, chipped and dulled, but nevertheless there could be no mistake about what they were. "You were a chronman?"

"A Tier-4." Crowe's voice was soft. "I cracked early, but held until I was near being raised a tier. The thought of continuing was too much, but I didn't have the courage to poke a giant in the eye. I salvaged often near the upper atmosphere of Jupiter. I'd seen the planet's force hundreds of times. Instead, I fled here and became a hermit until eventually, the Flatirons adopted me, very much as the Elfreth adopted you and your chronman."

"Does James know?" Elise asked.

Crowe shook his head. "He does not need to know, though it is not a secret. I'm sure I'm on some ChronoCom list somewhere. I doubt they care so much about me anymore, but it would please me if you did not make a point of it."

Elise nodded. "I promise, Teacher."

Crowe walked her to the door. "You need to isolate and put a guard on him at all times. He'll need support from you and his loved ones. That will be what sees him through."

"Have you had experience dealing with alcoholism?" she asked.

Crowe smiled. "That was how I got through it. It's practically part of the job description."

Elise thanked the Teacher several more times before hurrying up the stairs to James's residence. This was one of the few times she was grateful there wasn't a working elevator in this building, though rumors were rampant Grace and Titus were nearly ready with a prototype. She needed the thirty-two floors to tweak her demeanor from apologetic to enraged, and she spent the time walking up the stairwell working herself into a huff. By the time she reached the sixty-sixth floor, she was mad as Gaia and ready to confront him.

She eyed the two guards as she stomped toward his quarters. "Anything to report?"

"He's been quiet," Poll, the one on the right, said.

"Oldest, if he does try to come out, do you really want us to stop him?" the other guardian asked. "He's the chronman."

Elise looked at the clubs both of them had holstered at their sides. A crazed James would cut right through these two. Heck, even with guns he'd probably make short work of them. Still, it'd be better to give them a chance.

"Go see Eriao and ask for better weapons. Something that doesn't kill, like a stun gun or something." Did that even exist in this time? She wasn't sure, but she had a feeling they might need it over the next few days. "Unlock the door."

They did so, and Elise kicked it open as hard as she could. Unfortunately, it was a heavy door and the kick didn't quite have the result she intended. Still, hands balled into fists, she stormed into his residence. "You're in so much trouble, mister."

James, sitting in a chair looking out the window, lowered his head. "Is everything all right with the Flatirons?"

"For now, but kicking the Teacher's son's ass makes for awful public relations."

"I bet that punk is reveling in this right now."

"Actually, James, Maanx is the one guy who is making the smallest deal about this. He tried to excuse you entirely."

"But I'm not, am I?"

"No. The Flatirons and not a small number of Elfreth are scared of you."

"Have I been expelled from the All Galaxy?"

"Of course not, you fool," she said, walking up to him. She pulled a chair over and threw her arm around his shoulder. "I won't let that happen, but we have to do something about this."

He bowed his head. The sadness painted on his face broke her heart. "I'm sorry. I can't help myself."

She put his head in her hands and pulled him in to her chest. "You're just sick. We'll get through this together. Are you willing to let me help?"

"I'm sorry," he repeated.

"Stop saying that," she said. "Listen, I'm going to have to make some changes, and it's going to suck. I need you on board with me. Do you understand?"

"Whatever it takes."

Elise stood up. "Good. For the next few weeks, I'm your mother and boss, not your lover or friend. You got me?" He nodded. She made a circle around his room. "The first thing we need to do is to get you through detox. From this point on, you're officially grounded. You aren't allowed off this floor for a month."

"A month!" James looked horrified. "But what about the flyguards? The defense of the tower? The scouting and foraging trips?"

"Your only job right now is to get better," she said. "You're lucky I'm only restricting you to the floor, not just this room. I'm going to have some people come in a bit and turn everything upside down to make sure you don't have any weapons or booze lying about. Then I'm posting a guard"-she paused-"a couple of guards here around the clock with full permission to kick your ass if you get out of line. And if you start causing trouble, I'm going to have you restrained. You get me?"

James frowned. "I thought you were just going to inject me with an antidote or put me to work doing hard labor. That, I can deal with. I didn't think you were going to imprison me."

"You're not in jail, James. You're in rehab."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

"It's going to be worse, actually, but I'm going to be with you every step of the way. Sasha will, too, and so will Grace, Titus, and everyone else. You're part of the Elfreth whether they like it or not. Even Franwil will be here."

"Her I can do without," he grunted.

"Then I'll make sure she comes twice a day."

James stood up and walked over to her, putting both of her hands in his. "I said I'd do whatever it takes, so I'll do this. When do I start? I'd like to get some stuff taken care of before I get under house arrest."

Elise tsked. "Oh, darling. House arrest started the second we put you up here. Now sit, stay, and behave. I'll have someone bring you breakfast in the morning."

FORTY-ONE.

SINGLE OPTION.

The Valkyrie ship landed in a blue streak of light followed by an expanding ring of kicked-up dust. Senior Securitate Kuo stepped off the ship and strolled through the ruins of Manhattan. According to her AI module, she was standing at the intersection of Broadway and 110th Street.

This was one of the few areas on the island, still, where there was actually land. On both sides of the street, giant long-abandoned skyscrapers, with black windows like eyes, stared down at her. She ignored them, just as she did the mounds of rubble on the ground and the layers of gunk covering the building surfaces.

To her left, a slurpy brown river flowed at a leisurely place, making a sharp turn at the bend at the end of the block. The original bridge, connecting two buildings, had been long-destroyed and was replaced by a temporary metal crossing hastily erected by her troopers. The new bridge, just weeks old, already looked weathered and corroded. The elements on this planet were harsh.

This unified army was becoming a serious problem. While she was gone, the offensive had completely stalled, and the initial attacks from the savages had decimated her trooper and monitor counts. To add insult to injury, the director had cut her off from additional monitors, which was criminal, considering the critical stage of this current project. In the end, she got the supplies she needed to continue the project, if not the manpower.

A large shadow, followed by several smaller ones, swept by overhead, accompanied by the roar of engines coming to a hover above her as the supply convoy arrived. As well, a Hephaestus transport hovered over a landing zone with a restock of corporate weapons. Three Valkyries had just taken off, probably for perimeter patrol. The scope creep of this project had blown completely out of proportion. Sourn was throwing fits at every report. She knew he was getting heat from above, and that it was all rolling downhill to her. The longer this project dragged on, the worse her evaluation, and the longer she was forced to stay on this dirtball planet. She grimaced. She could visualize her career flushing down the drain.

Kuo continued past the heavy militarized zone and into an open field surrounded by a cluster of skyscrapers she had set as a forward operations to reinforce her project. One of the savages on watch at the corner saw her approach and shrank back into the shadows. By now, several thousand of these indentured served the project, and every single one of them knew who she was. They had every reason to fear her. After all, it was the only motivation these primitives understood.

The Co-op had become even stricter due to the increased fighting in the south. These indentured servants had been abandoning their posts at record numbers, most likely joining the enemy. Holding their families for ransom was no longer adequate motivation. Part of her wanted to just wipe them all out and be done with them entirely. However, without enough troops, it was far too easy for the Co-op to lose containment. It frustrated Kuo that she had to deal with such inefficiencies in her project.

Kuo entered a building on the ground level. She had chosen this building as her central base of operations because of its proximity to the front, as well as because it was one of the more intact in the area. According to her AI module, the building was originally a facility for higher learning called Columbia. Over the years, as the buildings grew taller and taller, it became the headquarters for a weapons manufacturer. As the war spread and business grew, the manufacturer had to reinforce it to survive bombardments, which explained its less decrepit condition.

The lobby of the tower was clean and organized, as was the rest of the floor. Kuo couldn't control everything, but she insisted on keeping her immediate environment within tolerable limits. Raised and educated in the pristine and desirable colony of Europa, she disdained the filth and unpredictable nature of this planet. Most of the more modern and affluent colonies were fully artificial, easily maintained, with every possible variable under direct control of the colony's administrators. The modular nature of all the colonies allowed for simple cleanup and repair as well. If a habitat zone failed, all a corporation had to do was clear out the residents, flush the entire module, and then repopulate.

Kuo took an elevator-installed by her engineers-to the sixty-seventh floor and walked down the newly-rebuilt hallways of her base of operations on Earth. She clicked her tongue in disapproval when she noticed Gav, her personal assistant, wasn't at his desk outside her office. The man should have known she was returning today and have been at his post. Not being ready was unforgivable. She would have to rescind his contract once it was up for review. She walked into her office and saw Gav standing in front of her desk addressing someone sitting in her chair.

"What is going on?" she began, and then stopped. "Liaison. An unexpected privilege." She shot Gav a furious glance as he bowed apologetically. He should have found a way to signal to her that one of the most powerful men in the solar system was waiting for her.

Sourn looked at her with open contempt as he swiveled her chair toward her. "Pour me a drink, Securitate. We need to have a talk." He looked over at Gav. "That will be all."

Gav bowed profusely before beating a hasty retreat out of the room. "My apologies, Senior," he said softly as he passed.

"We'll discuss this afterward," she replied.

"Don't be too hard on your assistant," Sourn said after Gav left. "He had little choice but to attend to me when I decided to drop by." He looked around. "Especially with this EMP fog hanging over the island. Fascinating piece of old-world technology."

"What drink do you prefer, Liaison?" she asked, displaying her assortment of liquor.

"Sparkling wine if you have any," he replied. "If not, I am content with beer. I have developed an enjoyment for ruck drinks in my time on this planet. If none is available, vodka neat will do."

She poured two glasses of vodka and brought one over to him. She made sure to drink from her glass first. Sourn took a disdainful sniff of it before taking a sip. She stayed standing and at attention as he leaned back and studied her. He placed the glass on the desk and spoke. "I take it Young didn't give what you asked for."

"We received a full supply requisition as needed to sustain the next two full cycles."

"But no more monitors."

"Afraid not, Liaison."

He tapped his fingers on her desk. "Are you wondering why I'm here?"

"I have a good idea."

Sourn leaned forward. "Your latest report. Trooper numbers have increased to 3,043 with another request for four hundred more to stand down two hundred twenty. One hundred ninety-three units of energy consumed, forty-six tons of consumables, and eighty-three deaths within the last seven days. Are these numbers accurate, Securitate?"

"If that's what I submitted, I stand by them."

Sourn stood up, raising his voice. "For what? You've made headway on three blocks to Sixty-sixth Street on the west end and actually lost a block on the east, getting pushed back to"-he paused as he sorted through his AI module-"Seventy-fifth Street. That means you've acquired a net gain of two blocks. Is this a good use of Valta resources? Explain to me what the abyss is going on here!"

Kuo gritted her teeth. "I make no excuses for the performance of those under me, Liaison. However, the situation has become more complex than originally estimated."

"Explain."

Kuo spent the next thirty minutes updating Sourn on the recent developments in Manhattan. She cited not only the enemy's vastly superior numbers, which was expected, but that they had recently unified under one banner to combat the Co-op. Not only that, she detailed to Sourn the savages' recent and substantial technological and tactical gains. They were now simply better armed and organized than they had been just a short month ago.

There was a pregnant pause after she finished. She could see the vice president of Earth operations' mind race as he considered the circumstances. "How are they arming themselves?" he asked finally. "I can see them working together. Even savages could have figured that out, but the leap in tactics and technology is puzzling. Who is helping them? Are they trading with the black market?"

Kuo shook her head. "Valkyries are blockading the entire island. From the different types of weapon use we've uncovered, we believe they have a salvager. It happened once with James Griffin-Mars. He could be jumping for them again, or perhaps the wastelander tribes have found another salvager to supply them. According to the latest report, agency auditors did locate an illegal salvage in Madrid that could be linked. Also, some of the markings on the weapons we've recovered have been linked to a major ripple near the Main Asteroid Belt two months back."

"Can your forces handle the situation without additional Valta reinforcements?" he asked.

"Not if enemy strength continues to grow, nor if ChronoCom continues to refuse additional monitors. The situation is becoming dire. My forces are already having trouble holding the blocks we do possess."

"I am not happy with this status, Kuo."

"Forgive me, Liaison. However, the situation has deteriorated to the point we may need to consider aborting the project. Capturing this temporal anomaly just might not be worth the expense anymore, regardless of contract morality."

Sourn sighed. "Normally, I would agree. However, that is no longer possible."

"Sir? Why not?"

"As you know, Valta recovered equipment from the Nutris Platform. It has come to our attention since then that the bacterial sequencer is DNA-locked to certain personnel. One of the sequencers in the past had caused a pandemic. Since then, the scientists locked use authorization of the bacterial sequencers to only a select few. All the scientists who had access to this particular sequencer in our possession perished with the Nutris Platform sinking, save one."

"This temporal anomaly has access?"