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At the Highest Level

Reginald Waite read through the proposed news brief a second time, wondering why it was even on his desk at all. He’d pretty much let Shepardsport Pirate Radio operate on its own, and certainly had never attempted to exert any sort of censorship authority over it.

Yes, Autumn had submitted that initial news brief after the Kitty Hawk Massacre to him for review, but it had been as much a courtesy because at the time she was still his guest here, not a permanent part of the community. Once she’d come to him with the idea of establishing a pirate radio station to get the real news out, he’d trusted her judgment as news director and never tried to micromanage her.

On the other hand, most of what she had been covering fell into the category of partisan politics. After he’d run the helmet-cam videos of the Massacre on U-Tube for the world to see, the worst abuses had been reined in.

What Autumn’s news brief described was nothing short of gross malfeasance of duty, being systematically covered up. Unfortunately, it was not hugely surprising — with so many people falling severely ill, it was inevitable that children would be left with no parent at home, and no close relative nearby.

But why did government agencies in several states feel such an intense need to disrupt the informal care arrangements that a lot of these children had worked out with their friends’ families? Legally speaking, they would be on shaky ground, especially if the parents were incapacitated as Dr. Thuc’s sources were indicating, but as long as nothing happened, it made far more sense to leave well enough alone and save state resources for where they were needed most. Certainly a reasonably safe home was preferable to this business of herding all these kids into gymnasiums and classrooms filled with cots, more akin to an emergency hurricane shelter than a foster home.

And to think that it probably would’ve gone unnoticed if Betty Margrave’s niece hadn’t maintained contact with an old friend from Houston. Did someone force that girl to write that stiff, stilted message, or had they simply confiscated her phone and written it for her? However it had come into being, it was so off that it actually managed to be more suspicious than if they’d left well enough alone.

Having someone from IT hacking into state child welfare office computers was irregular. However, given that it was done under the direction of the head of Safety and Security, it wasn’t like the Mallory kid had taken a wild hair to do it on his own.

On the other hand, Eli was a Shep, Betty was married to another Shep, and Autumn was the daughter of a third Shep. This was getting pretty en famiglia here.

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A Bitter Pill

Betty Margrave knew the information would hit Autumn Belfontaine hard, given her personal history. It had been a punch in the gut for Betty, because of her two nieces.

Small wonder Kitty was taking such an intense interest in Amy’s situation. She’s just old enough to understand what could’ve happened if I hadn’t been able to get to her and Cindy as quickly as I did, or I hadn’t been able to bring the authority of an FBI agent to the table when the child welfare people started making noises about the girls being taken in by a dual-career couple.

By the time Autumn finished reading the summation of the situation, her hands were shaking so badly she had to set the tablet down rather than try to pass it back. In the Moon’s lighter gravity a fall was far less likely to do it harm, but it certainly wouldn’t do it any good.

“This is disgusting.” She was so angry her voice shook, sounding quite unlike the professional voice people knew from her radio broadcasts.

She took a deep breath, except it came in a sharp gasp. Yes, she was trying to regain control over her emotions, but no, it wasn’t working nearly as well as she wanted it to. “I mean, I know that they’ve got to be short-staffed, if things are as bad as we’re hearing. But to just round up all the kids whose parents are in the hospital and herd them into schools turned into makeshift dormitories–“

“What do you expect from a government operation?” That was Eli Mallory, who was leaning against the doorframe in a pose very similar to a photo of Alan Shepard in one of his best-known biographies.

Betty had to fight not to laugh. She’d seen plenty of botch jobs in her FBI days. Even the Marine Corps and NASA, organizations in which lives were on the line, had their issues. But as a representative of the command structure of the settlement, she had to be careful about anything that could be taken as mockery or disrespect to the authority upon which it rested. “You might want to be careful how you say that. This settlement happens to be a government operation.”

Anyone else, it might have taken aback. But Sheps prided themselves on always having a snappy comeback “True, but up here you’ve got to be on the top of your game if you want to be around for very long.”

“He does have a point.” Autumn had recovered some of her composure, although her radio voice wasn’t quite back. “We managed to get over five hundred kids from the NASA clone creche settled in without anything approaching the mess the Texas Department of Family and Protective Services seems to be trying to cover up. Although you’ve got to allow that these kids were raised to be competent, responsible and industrious from the beginning, so it’s probably not quite comparable to a bunch of random kids from the general community.”

From the sound of that comment, Autumn must’ve been drawing from some personal memories. Then she looked straight at Betty. “However, that’s all a distraction. Right now we need to decide how to handle this. My instinct is to go on the air and blow it wide open.”

“And you’re not sure if that’s the best way to handle it, or if that’s the anger talking.” Betty studied the younger woman. In the last few years she’d gotten a good measure of Autumn Belfontaine, and could tell where her major weak points lay. “How about you write the story up as if you were going to file it for a news agency. Then I’ll take a look at it and see if it’s a go or if we need to run it past higher authority.”

Both of them knew that higher authority meant Captain Waite.