Death Match - Diane Duane [63]
“So we’ll have them ratchet the response up a level or two.”
“Better make sure it’s ratcheted up enough….”
“Too much,” said Heming hotly, “and it’s going to start being obvious to the players. Then where will you be? You’ll have an independent investigation breathing down your back before you know what’s happened. Or worse still, Net Force will get involved. And then you, my friend, will find out what having your ass on the line really looks like.” He watched Darjan for his response.
Darjan just stretched his legs out and turned his glass around on the table a couple more times. “Get it handled,” he said. “There are enough bucks being bet on Chicago at the moment that it has to be right. The gentlemen upstairs want plenty of point spread on this result.”
“Look, I told you, it’s being handled right now. Correction has already been put in, and the techs are training on the ‘twinned’ server right now. They’ve even suckered some spatball players into helping them test the volume.”
“Are you crazy? If the ISF—”
“One of the people who’s been around to reassure them is ISF…or so they’ve been told. Our corporate connection.”
Darjan still looked uneasy. “If word of that gets out—”
“It won’t. Our connection has impressed on all his minor-league ‘helpers’ how important it is to keep the news about the new server quiet, so as not to spoil the big publicity push when ‘the people funding it’ make the announcement. But the testing has been going on for a couple of days now, and the players haven’t noticed a thing. You can practically pull the ball out of their hands and they assume it was their fault somehow.”
Darjan mulled that over. “All right. I wouldn’t mind seeing one of these test sessions.”
“I can set that up for you any time. They’re testing this afternoon, in fact. You can be an invisible watcher.”
“All right.” He took a drink of his virtual martini. “There hasn’t been anyone messing around with the genuine ISF server, has there?”
“No need. Their own people don’t have any reason to be there now. Their own routine checks have all passed off without incident. And there’s no reason we would put our own operatives in there, or anywhere near it, so close to the play-offs starting. There’s no need for it anyway. The ‘remote controls’ from our mirror server are all installed and ready to go.”
“Then why didn’t they work last time?” Darjan said. “Dammit, that should have been another clean win for Chicago. Is that damn team that inept?”
Heming frowned. “They can’t all know about the ‘adjustment,’” Heming said. “Unfortunately, a lot of them are honest. The team captain’s dropped some broad hints in the right ears, but that’s all he can do without having their own coach on his case. What do you want him to do, take out an ad on CNNSI saying ‘This is how the volume has been fixed so we can win?’ All he can do is direct play toward situations that our monitor can use to best advantage. After that, it’s still up to the team.”
Darjan breathed out, annoyed. “I suppose,” he said. “Well, I’ve made a visit or so myself in the past few days to see what can be done about the ‘honesty’ issue from inside several of the teams. We’ll see how those pay off.”
“And don’t forget about those ‘maintenance’ visits I told you about,” Heming said. “The installation of the conditional switching in the South Florida players’ Net machines. We’ve got three in already. Some of these guys are fairly anxious to make sure their machines are serviced before the play-offs…they’ve been making it easy for us, and we should be able to get the whole team seen to before they play anybody. The eavesdropping buffers we’re installing will telegraph the players’ physical movements to our monitor handling the mirror server a half a second or so before they go to the real one, and give our own handling routines a chance to react to