Second Front (Perfect Dark) - Softcover

Greg Rucka is an acclaimed thriller novelist and commonly considered to be one of the "Big Three" writers at DC Comics. His latest novel is Private Wars.

Chapter One

Residence of dataDyne CEO
Mlle. Cassandra DeVries
#1 Rue Marinoni Paris, France
January 18th, 2021
 
It had been almost two months since Cassandra DeVries had gotten a good night's sleep. Almost two months of near-sleepless nights since she'd been named dataDyne's new CEO, since she had been named Zhang Li's successor. Almost two months since she had become the leader of the world's largest hypercorp, since she had found herself one of the most powerful people in the world.
 
If not the most powerful person in the world.
 
Almost two months since she'd murdered the CEO of pharmaDyne, Dr. Friedrich Murray.
 
There were good reasons for her insomnia, despite the fact that Cassandra DeVries knew that she was more exhausted--physically, emotionally, and mentally--than she ever had been before. At best, she was managing two, perhaps three hours of sleep a night; at the worst, she was managing none at all.
 
On those nights, after tossing and turning in futility for an hour or more, she would give up altogether, deciding there were better uses of her time. Throwing back the handmade silk sheets of her new antique four-poster bed, she would rise and pull on a silk robe she had no memory of buying. She would cross the expanse of her bedroom to the door and step out, and the two dataDyne Shock Troopers standing post there would each snap to attention as if expecting a surprise inspection.
 
Then one of the guards would ask, his voice positively deferential even behind the odd amplification of his full-face helmet, if there was anything dataDyne's new CEO required.
 
"Sleep," DeVries would say.
 
She would then begin walking the cold and nearly silent hallways of her very old new home, followed only by the whisper of transmissions passed from one guard post to the next as each accounted for her movements. Most of the time, she couldn't even hear what was being said, but on occasion she would catch a word or two, and this was how she learned of the code name she had been given.
 
They called her "Future."
 
"All posts, Future on walkabout."
 
"Future, second floor, south two."
 
"Future, third floor, north three."
 
"Future, third floor, west one."
 
Finally, DeVries would reach the very old study of her very old new house, and two new Shock Troopers--or perhaps the same two, she honestly couldn't tell--would already be in position there. One would open the door for her solicitously, closing it softly behind her as she passed within, but not before she heard the final transmission.
 
"Future, third floor, west two, study. In for the night."
 
They were her ghosts, dedicated to her safety and survival, each of them handpicked to work her private home security detail by Anita Velez, the director of corporate security. Selected by Anita Velez, kingmaker, who had stood beside Cassandra DeVries and nodded the barest approval when Cassandra had shot Friedrich Murray. Anita Velez, who had believed that Cassandra DeVries was the only possible future dataDyne could have. Anita Velez, who had, strangely enough, become the new CEO of dataDyne's only friend.
 
Once in the study, Cassandra would open her laptop, typing in her password, offering it her left eye for retina confirmation, making certain the friend-or-foe chip she had implanted in herself at her wrist was read properly. She would log into her office, and begin working, or, more correctly, she would resume working, because she had discovered that she was never, ever, going to be finished.
 
In this, perhaps, the insomnia was a blessing in disguise, because it gave Cassandra hours back in her day. Hours when she didn't need to be in the office, surrounded by her half-dozen personal assistants and secretaries and handlers; hours when she didn't need to be constantly jumping from one video conference to another, from one meeting to another, from one event to another.
 
Even before she'd joined dataDyne as a junior programmer in its subsidiary, DataFlow, Cassandra had known the corporation was enormous. She had known it the same way she had known that the Atlantic was enormous. She had known it as an intellectual truth, but without the emotional understanding that comes when you're floating alone in the middle of it.
 
DataDyne was her Atlantic Ocean, and it was Cassandra DeVries's job not only to know its depths and currents, but also the doings of all the fish in this particular sea. Upon her appointment as CEO, DeVries had spent six days in what she herself referred to as "boot camp," but which Anita Velez had called "holding court." The directors of all of dataDyne's subsidiaries had made the pilgrimage to Paris to meet with her, each of them in turn offering their congratulations, their loyalty, their gifts, and then the latest in spreadsheets, prospectuses, prototypes, and multimedia presentations. R-C/Bowman and Runyon-Adams and Patmos Casualty and Freis Construction and Dun-Chow Manufacturing and ServAuto Robotics and Ellison Electronic Security and at least twenty-seven more divisions that, until she found herself face-to-face with their respective directors, Cassandra DeVries had thought owned by other hypercorps, by CMO or Beck-Yama or Zentek.
 
Cassandra DeVries knew she was a very smart woman. She knew there were some people who believed she was a genius, but she had met genius, and she knew the difference. Genius was named Daniel Carrington, and she had been his lover for a time. But that had ended, because Daniel Carrington was also a zealot, and where Cassandra DeVries believed in the good dataDyne could do, he believed only that dataDyne must be destroyed. She wasn't a genius, and having seen the lengths Daniel Carrington would go to achieve his aims, she wasn't sure she wanted to be.
 
But she was smart, and even so, she was still being bombarded with more information than she could possibly begin to digest. As the CEO of DataFlow, her particular fiefdom of the dataDyne empire, she had been able to track all of its activities, its projects, even the majority of its personnel. She had prided herself on this ability, in fact.
 
DataDyne was DataFlow to the nth degree. She couldn't keep up. How Master Zhang Li had managed the corporation, let alone controlled it, she honestly had no idea. She was beginning to suspect that he never truly had.
 
Learning to tame dataDyne was a struggle, but it was her intention to prevail. She had killed Friedrich Murray to protect the corporation, to keep Murray's own division of pharmaDyne from bringing down all of the others with it; the fact that, in so doing, she had guaranteed her appointment as the next CEO had been incidental, at least at the moment of action.
 
While what she had done remained defensible to herself, and certainly to Anita Velez, it didn't change the reality that she had killed a man. The stain of it weighed heavily on her still; she wanted--needed--to make it right.
 
The way to do that, Cassandra DeVries had resolved, was to become the best CEO dataDyne had ever seen. The fact that only Zhang Li had come before, that she was measuring herself against dataDyne's founder and creator, did not deter her.
 
While Cassandra DeVries had tried to settle into her new job at the office, other people were making further alterations to her life. When Velez, who acted as her personal bodyguard during the day, escorted her from the office after the end of that first week as CEO, it wasn't until they were crossing the Seine that Cassandra realized they were heading the wrong way.
 
"Where are we going?" she asked Velez, glancing with some concern at the driver in the front seat, separated from them by a...