“That works,” Viktor muttered and charged for the guard station up front.
He passed other cells occupied by prisoners, and several implored him with their hands or words, begging to be let out. His only thought was to get back to his ship, make sure Ankari and everyone else on the station was safe, and then find a way off of Midway 5 before anything else happened.
As he reached the end of the corridor and was about to turn into the security office, the door leading out of the jail area opened. A gray sphere flew inside and banged against the wall, not five feet from Viktor. Clamping his mouth shut so he wouldn’t inhale, he backed up even before yellowish smoke spewed from a nozzle. He had recognized the RK-374 label printed on the side—a Fleet-issue tear gas. There were some in the armory on the ship.
As quickly as he reacted, he still felt the lick of the yellow gas as it hissed into the air. He backed all the way down the corridor, then crouched at the end so he would make a small target. He pointed his pistol toward the guard station. The man who had gone for the first-aid kit must have called for backup. Viktor waited, his eyes half shut, not breathing, expecting security officers in gas masks to stride into view at any second.
But the sphere finished spewing its contents, and the air began to clear. Maybe they realized he was loose and were waiting to ambush him when he tried to come out. Viktor was about to step into one of the empty cells, so he could shoot around the corner and use the wall for cover, but the lingering gas in the air stirred. Though Viktor did not see anyone yet, he sensed a presence at the end of the corridor, right around the corner. He trained his weapon on that spot.
A tiny sphere floated into view, a camera lens visible on the side pointing toward Viktor. He shot it before it had time to record more than a second of him in the corridor. Then he jogged for the nearest empty cell, so he wouldn’t be where they expected him to be when men or robots finally came around the corner, weapons blazing.
But instead, someone spoke, the voice dry in tone. “That wasn’t an inexpensive camera, Captain.”
“Zharkov?” Viktor asked.
The familiar black-and-gray clad figure of his assassin stepped into sight. “Yes. We’re here to rescue you.”
A more familiar—and more welcome—figure came into view behind him. Ankari. She peered down the corridor, then spotted Viktor and smiled. “It looks like we’re too late. That’s unfortunate. I was hoping to prove to you how necessary we are and that you would be foolish to let us ever leave your ship.”
Even though less than a day had passed since they had been separated, emotion thickened Viktor’s throat. “You and Zharkov?” he asked, struggling for nonchalance. He might have rushed forward and embraced her, but not with his men looking on—he had also spotted Borage in the security room, nudging the spent sphere under a chair.
“Me and Lauren and Jamie,” Ankari said. “Mostly me.”
“I just want you to be safe.” Viktor strode forward, lifting an arm.
“I don’t think that’s ever going to happen.” Ankari squeezed past Sergei and wrapped her arms around Viktor. “Wait until you hear how much trouble I’ve gotten into while you were in jail.”
“Oh?”
“Apparently, we need to visit a mafia ship next,” Sergei said, his tone still dry. “I suggested that it would be wiser to ignore whatever the mafia is up to here and get our butts out of town before Fleet gets to demonstrate exactly what it wants you for.”
“I think I know,” Viktor said. “Unless Borage and Azarov have found something different, I believe this all has to do with Fleet being irritated that it hasn’t gotten ahold of any of the ancient alien relics that popped into existence last month. I think they want the schematic we made of the holo-projector.”
“Ah,” Ankari said. “I should have thought of that. I was too busy trying to...”
“Solve a problem that has very little to do with us?” Jamie suggested, walking into the room. A man’s shoulder was visible outside of the doorway—Azarov standing guard presumably. They should not stay here long, though Viktor wasn’t sure where a safe place to go would be, a spot where they could not be tracked.
“Get the quarantine lifted so we can leave,” Ankari said firmly. “Except that then those mafia people could leave too. It seems like we should stop them.” She lifted her eyes toward Viktor, a question there.
“I need more details. But not here.” Viktor searched the guard station. He found his weapons and his duster jacket, but his comm-patch had been removed from it. Grumbling, he jerked his chin toward the door. “Let’s get out of here before someone realizes the prisoners have run amok.”
They had barely left the detention facility when Ankari’s comm unit beeped.
“Yes?” she asked.
“I’m analyzing your gum,” came Lauren’s voice from the other end.
“Oh? Have you learned whether our mafia thug is at risk for colon cancer yet?”
Viktor almost missed a step. What had Ankari been up to during his brief stint in jail? Maybe she was right. Maybe she shouldn’t be left to roam the system on her own.
Wishful thinking, Viktor. And what would her mother say to that reasoning?
“I told you the gene sequencer is in our vandalized shuttle,” Lauren said.
“Vandalized?” Viktor mouthed.
“Just graffiti,” Ankari said.
Viktor slung his arm around her as they walked, following Sergei toward a stairwell. He seemed to have an idea as to where they should be going. Viktor needed to hear more about the mafia connection before deciding himself. He also wanted to find out how Sergei had slipped past the quarantine guards. If it might be possible for them all to return to the ship and simply leave, that had to be considered. Of course, station clamps were attached to all of the ships as part of the docking procedure, and if they did not have clearance to leave, the Albatross wouldn’t go anywhere.
“What did you find, Lauren?” Ankari asked. “Are you still there?”
“Hm, yes. I was double-checking my other results. The substance ground into the gum is talc.”
“Talc?” Ankari’s shoulders slumped. “That’s it?”
“What were you expecting?”
“A clue that would lead us to the perpetrators’ whereabouts.”
“Well, they walked through talc at some point. There’s your clue.”
From the way Ankari’s lips thinned, she did not consider this much of a clue. It was true someone could have walked through spilled powder anywhere, but from his research on Nimbus, Viktor knew there were talc mines on Perun, one of the planet’s seven moons. There were also a couple on asteroids in the belt.
“It’s possible that a freighter carrying talc is docked on the station,” he said, though he didn’t yet know what all this was about.
Ankari lifted a hand, like she might dismiss the idea, then shrugged and glanced back. “Jamie, I know you already checked for a list of ships in dock and that wasn’t highly available information, but if you could access some of the cameras with displays of the exterior of the station, a mining freighter should be easy to pick out from a view of the outside.”
“I’ll check.” Jamie had her tablet out already, typing in commands as they walked.
Sergei opened the door and led them into the stairwell. He stopped there. Perhaps that was as far as he had considered for a destination.
“Anything else, Lauren?” Ankari asked. “Were you double-checking something related to the blood sample, perhaps?”
“Blood sample?” Viktor asked, meeting his men’s eyes, since the women were busy.
Borage and Azarov shrugged.
“I acquired it from a recently deceased man.” Sergei smiled tightly. “I’ve been working for the ladies.”
“Does Garland know you left the ship?” Viktor asked.
“I might have forgotten to tell him that my services were requested elsewhere.”
“You’re not supposed to tell commanding officers that you’re l
eaving; you’re supposed to ask them.”
“Oh, is that how it works here?” Sergei asked. “The Albatross always seemed to have looser regulations than the Fleet.”
“Uh huh. How did you leave the ship? I assume the quarantine is still in place.”
“Yes.” Sergei winked. “I left sneakily.”
“Lend me your tablet, will you?” Viktor asked. “I don’t know what Security did with my gear, and I want to check the station news.”
“Am I expecting too much?” Ankari was saying in response to Lauren. She handed Viktor her tablet. “I know you’re in a primitive lab,” she went on in a sweet voice, “but with your skills, I thought you might come up with more than these simple station doctors have.”
“Here’s what I have,” Lauren said, not sounding impressed by the sweet voice or flattery. “It’s not a microorganism. It’s venom. Those people were infected with a slow-acting venom. It’s a custom job.”
“Meaning it didn’t come from an animal? Someone made it in a lab?”
“Precisely. With some time—and better equipment—I might be able to deduce who made it. There are a few experts who come to mind immediately who do high-quality freelance work.”
“If it was manmade, what about the bite marks?” Ankari said. “All of the bodies had them. That can’t be a coincidence.”
Viktor thought of the body he had investigated in the pet shop, of the two puncture wounds spaced less than an inch apart. At the time, he had guessed some animal sold in the store had been responsible, but they had all been in cages. The only free-roaming creatures he had seen on the station were in the atrium.
“The miniature dragons,” he suggested. He recalled spotting a pair of fangs, even if all of the creatures in the atrium had seemed benevolent. “They’re manmade creatures to start with. Originally by the druids, I assume, but maybe someone added a couple more to the pack recently.”
Ankari clasped Viktor’s hand. “Did you hear that, Lauren? What do you think?”
“I don’t have any evidence to suggest the vector. You’ll have to investigate that on your own.”
“All right. Thank you, Lauren.”
“Will you be coming to pick me up now?”
“I have one more lab request for you,” Ankari said. “Put together all of the evidence you’ve gathered in a nice paper that would be simple enough for a reporter with little medical expertise to understand.”
“How soon would you need this? You do realize that this time spent away from the mission of our business is wasted, don’t you?”
“Since you aren’t inclined to go back to the graffiti-covered shuttle, you can’t be working on our business mission, regardless, right? Please, Lauren. I’d offer to give you more shares in the company for your help, but money doesn’t seem to motivate you. What if I find you a nice young man to take you out to dinner regularly and rub your shoulders after a long day hunched over the microscope?”
“I’d rather have a robot do that.”
“Jamie can make you one,” Ankari said with enthusiasm that seemed quite real.
Jamie, who had been diligently scouring the network, raised her eyebrows at this. “Will I get bonus shares for doing this extra work?”
“No, but I bet I can get your nice young man to rub your shoulders for you.”
“I will rub anything she wishes,” Sergei said.
“I... am not sure I came out on top of that negotiation,” Jamie said.
“Get used to it,” Viktor said.
Ankari elbowed him. “Like you can talk. I’ve never yet come out on top with you.”
“You’ve been on top several times,” he murmured, giving her his bedroom eyes, even if it wasn’t the time for it.
It was worth it to see her glance around, cheeks flushing.
As Viktor had listened to the back and forth between the women, he had wondered if he should step in. He was the captain, after all. But he was still waiting for his briefing. Besides, none of this pertained to his ship, except in a roundabout way. He supposed he should step aside and get the news from Borage and Azarov, who had also been listening with bemused expressions on their faces. But it was Ankari’s information that interested him the most.
“Will someone brief me now?” he asked Ankari after she returned her comm to her pocket.
“Yes, but one more thing first. Sergei?” She drew him aside. “I have one more favor to ask of you.”
“Oh?” Sergei looked at the captain, his eyebrows raised, perhaps wondering if he should continue to go along with her now that Viktor was free.
“He’ll approve. I’m sure of it.” Not waiting for agreement, Ankari took his arm and drew him further aside.
Jamie walked across the landing with them, thus ensuring Sergei would not object.
Viktor sighed. “What’s going on, Borage?”
“I wish I knew, sir.”
“Repairs progressing on the ship?”
“Yes, sir. And Garland has Sequoia running the search you asked about.” Borage glanced at Azarov and Sergei, then lowered his voice to clarify. “About the possibility of someone having been communicating with the Fleet.”
“Good.”
Sergei bowed to Ankari, as if he were some fairy tale knight, then took Jamie’s hand and kissed it before disappearing back out the door.
“Care to tell me where you’re sending my soldier?” Victor asked.
“I don’t know if anything will come of it,” Ankari said, “so I’d rather not tell you, actually.”
“You’d rather not?” He did not mind her having her secrets, but considering Sergei was on his payroll, Viktor felt entitled to know where he was going, especially since the man was technically AWOL.
Ankari smiled and grasped his hands, pulling him across the landing and away from the others. “If things work out, it will be a surprise for you. Like a birthday present.”
“I told you I didn’t want a birthday present.”
“Yes, but I ignored you. You were going to get a knife, but you’ll like this better.”
Viktor grumbled. He trusted Ankari, but he did not like feeling superfluous.
Someone’s comm-patch beeped. Viktor again lamented the loss of his patch.
“Borage, here.”
“We have a problem, Commander,” came Garland’s voice. “A Fleet dreadnought has sidled up to Midway 5—they’re not being allowed to dock, but that’s not keeping them from settling in under the station. A Commodore O’Brian has sent me a message. It looks like the captain was right. They want information on those relics.”
“What’s the message?” Borage asked, then pulled his comm-patch off his shoulder, holding it out to silently ask if Viktor wanted it.
“They’re willing to arrange to have the captain extricated from jail and returned to us in exchange for all the data we have on those engines and the holographic projector that made those ships in the sky.”
Viktor accepted the patch. “The captain has already extricated himself,” he said.
“Oh, sir. Good,” Garland said with genuine relief.
“Tell the commodore that they’re late and that you’re unable to accommodate them at this time. No, actually, just tell them that you’ll think about it. As long as the Albatross is locked down here, we better not snub any noses.” It wouldn’t surprise Viktor if the Fleet officers had orders to take the information by force if they couldn’t acquire it through wheedling. Had this been behind all the attempts to get Viktor thrown in jail? “We’re working on getting the quarantine lifted.” At least he hoped that was Ankari’s plan. “Make sure the ship is ready for travel. Finish any repairs that have to be made on the station, and we’ll handle everything else en route to our next destination.”
“Where would that be, sir?”
“Anywhere that a dozen Fleet ships aren’t on their way to visit.”
“Ah, quite. Understood. Garland, out.”
Borage waved for Viktor to keep the patch. Since Azarov had one,
Viktor did not object. He needed to ask Ankari about her plans, but she was having another conversation with Lauren. She closed her comm and met Viktor’s eyes.
“Lauren would like an escort to someplace safe. Apparently some security men ran past her lab.”
“We have that same problem,” Azarov said from the window in the door. He had been monitoring the corridor as people conversed around him. “A squad of security officers just ran by. I’m guessing someone noticed your escape, sir.”
Yes, they needed to get off this floor, put some distance between them and that jail.
“Borage, go get Dr. Keys,” Viktor said. “Take her back to her shuttle. It sounds like she can do her work more efficiently there, anyway.”
“Uhm.” Ankari lifted a finger, giving him an apologetic expression—or maybe that was a wince. “As I mentioned, sort of, the shuttle has attracted attention. First Captain Xu, whom we avoided, and then someone mad enough to leave graffiti all over the outside.”
Viktor felt a rumble rise in his throat that someone else might have called a growl. “Borage, deal with it. I’ve seen enough of Xu. If you run into him, and he gives you trouble, tie him up and stuff him in one of the cupboards in Delta Shuttle’s clinic. Azarov, find something to dissolve that paint. Burn it off if you have to.” Maybe the pink paint would come off at the same time. He avoided looking at Ankari, lest she guess his thoughts.
Jamie was the one who stepped forward, waving her tablet. “If this would be the time, I have the information you asked about, Ankari. I’ve found three ships that are obviously freighters in docking spots around the station. But I have no idea how to tell if any of them have talc on board.” She cycled through holograms of the three different ships, most of the images taken from awkward angles that only showed the back half of a vessel or, in one case, the bottom side of a wing.
“Got IDs for any of them?” Viktor asked.
“Partials on two.” Jamie zoomed in to show letters and numbers. “This one is the something Tiger. And that’s the HGD-244-something.”
“Run them against the known ships in the system.”
“Er, I don’t have that information, Captain. Not in an easily accessible database, anyway.”
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