Planet Pirates Omnibus

by neetha Napew

  She was aware of sideways glances, but conversation did not stop. These people were too experienced for that. She led Aygar to one of the booths and dialled their order. Planetwipers had never been her favorite but, of course, she didn’t have to drink the thing. Aygar leaned massive elbows on the table.

  “Can you tell me what is going on, or are you trying to drive me crazy?”

  “I’m not, and I don’t know. I presume that at some point our party will arrive. At least I know what he looks like.”

  She was trying not to be too obvious about looking around No one here of Coromell’s age, or close to it. Surely they wouldn’t have a third meetingplace to find. Aygar took a long swallow of his drink.

  “That’s potent,” she said quietly. “Best be careful.” He glowered at her. “I’m not a child. I don’t even know why you ...”

  He stopped as someone stopped by their table. Tall, silver-haired, erect. If Sassinak had not known Coro-mell, she might have believed this was he.

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  “Commander,” he said quietly. “May I sit down?” “Do join us,” Sassinak said. She gestured to Aygar.

  The young Iretan you may have heard so much about.” The older man nodded, but did not offer to shake

  Jumds. He wore an impeccable blue coverall, what she

  Mould have expected of a merchanter captain off-duty.

  ‘One hand bore a ring that might have been an Acad-

  · $tny ring, but the face was turned under where she could not see it. And his movements, his assurance, , came from years of command, some kind of command.

  t^Jf he was not Admiral Coromell—and he wasn’t—then

  1 who or what was he?

  “There’s been a slight misunderstanding,” he said.

  “’ *”It is necessary to stay out of reach of compromised

  •- Surveillance devices until ...”

  Sassinak never saw the flicker of light, only the surprised look on his face and the neat, crisped holes, five “«them, in his face.

  Instinct had her under the table and scrambling before the first blood oozed out. She heard a bellow and Crash as Aygar tossed the table aside and came after

  “her. Something sizzled and Aygar yelped. Then the

  .whole place erupted in noise and motion.

  “ Like all fights, it was over in less time than she could

  ^ have described it. The experienced hit the floor and ^Guttled for shelter. The inexperienced screamed, flailed, ted threw things that crashed and tinkled. Fumes from

  :Jtte shattered bottles stung her nose and eyes. Glass

  ^jftnrds pricked her palms and knees. ffi Sassinak bumped into other scuttlers, caught sight of Aygar and yanked him down just as a pink streak ripped

  «Jae air where he’d been and burst the windows out.

  · ifibe jerked hard on his wrist, trusting him to follow, as

  · J” worked her way through the undergrowth of the Table standards, chair legs, bodies. Through the door, and into a white-tiled kitchen. She was to realize that the place sold food as well. lore noise behind her, following. She slipped on the *~ wet floor, staggered, and yanked Aygar again.

  on, dammit!” it. . .” He threw a last glance over his shoulder,

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  and whatever he saw propelled him in a great leap that ended with Aygar and Sassinak tangled out the back door, and flames bursting out behind them. “Snarks in a bucketl”

  Sassinak struggled out from under the younger man and shook her head. Screams, more sounds of mayhem. She looked down the alley they’d landed in. She hated planets . . . living on them, at least. No one to keep things really shipshape. On the other hand, this filthy and disreputable bit of real estate offered hiding places no clean ship would. Aygar, she noted, had a bleeding gash down his face and several rips in his coverall, but no serious injury.

  He was already up on one knee, looking surprisingly relaxed and comfortable for someone who had narrowly escaped death. He had probably saved her life with that last lunge for the back door.

  “Hanks,” she said, trying to figure out what to do with him. She’d thought of him more as deterrence than serious help if things turned nasty. And at the moment, they were about as nasty as she had seen in awhile.

  “We should go,” he pointed out. “I was told only Insystem had that sort of weaponary.”

  “We’re going.”

  Another quick glance, and she chose the shorter end of the alley. Nothing happened on die first quick dash to cover behind a stinking trash bin with rusty streaks down its sides. Sassinak eyed the other back doors opening on the alley. Surely someone should have peeked? Unless the neighborhood were really that tough, in which case ...

  “There’s someone behind the next one of these,” Aygar said softly in her ear.

  She eyed him with respect. “How d’you know?”

  He shrugged. “I lived by hunting, remember? On Ireta, the things you didn’t notice would hunt you. I heard something wrong.”

  “Great.”

  No weapons. No armor. And all her tricks were back in childhood, the tricks that worked on screen, and not

  JJr in real life. Real life worked a lot better with real

  Bf weapons.

  “I can take them,” Aygar went on.

  _” - She looked at him: all the eagerness appropriate to a young male in the prime of his pride and no military training whatever. And he wasn’t hers, the way young £3inran would have been. He was a civilian, under her

  · oath of protection. She started to shake her head, but he hadn’t waited.

  , ^ Even knowing about the great strength his genes and his upbringing had developed, she was still surprised. Aygar picked up the entire trash bin with all its clink-teg, rattling, dripping, smelly contents, and hurled it

  F s«bwn the alley to crash into the next. Someone yelped.

  “, Sassinak heard the flat crack of smallarms fire, then

  · nothing.

  , ^ Aygar was moving, rushing the barrier of the two

  (.”%ash bins crunched together With a quick shrug, she

  followed, vaulting neatly into the mash of rotten vegeta-

  >( Wes and fruit peels on the far side. Aygar had neatly

  s.ffcoken the neck of the ambusher Sassinak picked herself

  v?put of the disgusting mess carefully and smiled at Aygar.

  ;k “Try not to kill them unless you have to,” she heard

  fcerself say,

  “I did,” he said seriously. “Look!”

  r*J- And sure enough, the Insystem guard had managed ,-„ 4» hang onto his weapon even with a trash bin pinning

  r v*t* . I .1 -i r °

  ,*JpBa by the legs.

  >ii “Right. There are times . . good job.” At least she J Wouldn’t have to worry about this one having post-^pQBibat hysterics. “Let’s get out of this.” ;i ( Aygar hesitated. “Should I take his weapon?” ^5 “No, it’s illegal. We’ll be in enough trouble.” We’re in enough trouble, she thought. “On second it, yes. Take it. Why should the bad guys have all advantages?”

  jfcygar pried it out of the man’s hand and courteously m it to her. Surprised, Sassinak let her eyebrows as she took it and tucked it into a side pocket. swiping futilely at the stains on her coverall, she ‘• them down the alley to the street.

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  By this time, sirens wailed nearby. With any luck, they would be on the other street. Sassinak motioned Aygar back. With that blood dripping down his face, he’d be better in hiding. Cautiously, she put her head around the corner. As if he’d been waiting for her, a stocky man in bright orange uniform bellowed and then blew a piercing whistle. Sassinak muttered a curse, and yanked Aygar into a run. No good going back into the alley. They’d have someone at the other end.

  TTiey pelted down the street, dodging oncoming pedestrians. Sassinak expected at least one of diem to try stopping them, but none did. Behind them, the whistle-blower fell steadily beh
ind. Sassinak led them right at the first corner, slowing to an almost-polite jog as she stepped on the first slideway. Aygar, beside her, wasn’t even breathing hard.

  Then he gripped her wrist. Across the street they were on, ahead, was a cordon of orange-uniforms on the pedestrian overpass above the slideways. They carried something that looked uncomfortably like riot-control weapons. Sassinak and Aygar edged back off the slide-way. This street, like the other, had a miscellany of small shops and bars.

  No time to choose. Sassinak ducked into the first she saw, hoping it had a useful back entrance.

  “You look terrible, dearie,” said someone out of the

  dimness.

  Sassinak started to answer when she realized the young woman was looking at Aygar. Who was looking at

  her.

  “We don’t have time for this,” she said, tugging at

  Aygar’s suddenly immobile bulk.

  “Men always have time for this,” said the young woman, setting her various fringes in motion. “As for you, hon, why don’t you take a look in the other room “ Someone from there had already come to the archway. Sassinak ignored him and tried the only thing she could think of.

  “We need to find Fleur. Now. It’s an emergency.”

  “Fleurl What do you know about her?”

  An older woman stormed through the draperies of

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  ier archway. Somewhat to Sassinak’s surprise, she the trim, brisk appearance of a successful profes-which, in a sense, she was. “Who are you, yway?”

  “I need to find her. That’s all I can say.” “Security after you?” When Sassinak didn’t answer icdiately, the woman moved past them to peer nigh the outer window. “They’re after somebody you’ve got bloodstains and gods know what stinking your clothes. Tell me now! You?” “Yes. I’m ...” “Don’t tell me.” Sassinak obeyed. Here, in this place, someone else

  manded.

  ¥”Come.” When Aygar cast a last look after the young who had greeted him, their guide snorted. “Lis-laddy-o, you’re looking at a week’s salary, unless ‘re ranked higher than I think, and you’d be dead you enjoyed it if we don’t get you under cover.” Then, as she led them down a passage, she shouted to her household, “Lee, get yourself in three with I don’t think the locals know you yet. Pearl, you Lee come in. The woman with him, if they think saw one, was our street tout.” She muttered over shoulder to Sassinak. “Not that that’ll hold five ites if they really saw you, but they might not It’s getting to our busy time of day, so there’s a

  In here.”

  here was a tiny square office, crowded with desk two chairs. The woman pulled open a drawer and

  an aid kit down on the surface. !e won’t pass anywhere, with all that blood. Clean up. Ill be back with another coverall for you.” ygar sat in one of the chairs while Sassinak cleaned Shallow gash and put a sticker over it. He did look conspicuous with the blood off his face. She used more stickers to hold the rents in his coverall >r. The scratches under them had long stopped g-

  woman came back with a cheap working coverall tan fabric and tossed it to Sassinak.

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  “Get that smelly thing off so I can run it through the shredder in the kitchen. What’d you do, camp out in a grocer’s trash bin?”

  “Not exactly “ Sassmak didn’t want to explain. She handed Aygar the gun out of her pocket before peeling off her coverall and slipping into the other one. Aygar, she noticed, was trying not to watch while the woman stared at her.

  “You must be Fleet,” she said, more quietly. “You’ve got muscles, for a woman your age. Over forty, aren’t you?”

  “A little, yes.”

  The tan coverall was a bit short in the arms and legs, but ample in the body Sassmak transferred her ID and the handcom into its pockets and then took the gun back from Aygar.

  “Ever heard of Samizdat?” The woman’s voice was even lower, barely above a murmur.

  Sassmak stared, remembering that bleak afternoon when Abe had told her a tiny bit about that organization “A little/’ she said cautiously. “Hmm. Fleet. Samizdat. Fleur. Tell you what, honey, you’d better be honest, or I swear 111 hunt you to the last corner of the galaxy, my own self, and stake your gizzard in the light of some alien sun, so I will. That Fleur’s a lady, saved my life more’n once, and never thinks the worse of a girl for doing what she has to.” “She’s a Fleet captain,” said Aygar. Both women glared at him.

  “I didn’t want to know that,” said the woman. “A Fleet captain with undisciplined crew ...”

  Before Aygar could say anything, Sassmak said, “He’s not crew; he’s civilian, an important witness against planet pirates, and they’re trying to silence him. Wt were supposed to have a quiet meeting but it didn’t stay quiet.”

  “Ah. Then you do know about Samizdat. Well, we’ll have to get you out of here later, and 111 send word to Fleur ...” She stopped, as voices erupted down the passage. “Rats. Up out of that chair, laddy-o, and quick about it.”

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  Aygar stood, and the woman shoved until he flat-tened against the wall. Sassinak, guessing what she wanted, lifted the chairs onto the desk. Beneath the worn carpet was the outline of a trap door. The woman didn’t have to urge quickness, not with the words “search” and “illegal aliens” and “renegade posing as Fleet” booming down the hall.

  First came a straight drop down five feet to a landing

  above a short stair. Aygar had scarcely bent to get his

  head below floor level when the trap banged down,

  ‘ leaving them in complete darkness. Sassinak could hear

  · muffled thumps and scrapes as the rug and chairs went back atop it. She had made it almost to the next level, but stopped where she was, afraid to move in the darkness lest she trip and make a noise. Aygar crept down three steps and touched her shoulder. “What now?” he asked.

  i “Shhh. We hope the searchers don’t know about the trapdoor.”

  · For the first time since trouble started, Sassinak had leisure to think about it and about her ship. She had

  (. been fooled by the original communication because it

  « was in Fleet slang. That implied, but did not prove,

  * ^tfaat someone in Fleet was trying to get her killed. Whoever it was knew enough about Coromell to suspect that his name would lure her and that she would

  · Jtnow only his general appearance. He was famous J/eoongh. It wouldn’t be hard for anyone to know his ^’height, his age, and find someone reasonably close to ^impersonate him.

  ‘i. But why all the complexity? Why not simply have ^4omeone assassinate her, or Aygar, or both, as they f
  · between? And, assuming those orange uniforms were i*r;Ae pohce, why were the authorities on the side of the V attackers?

  She tried to think what someone might have said to ce the local police that she and Aygar were dan-criminals causing trouble. Fleeing a bar fight tooiy common sense. She’d originally thought to call (-to CoromelTs office as soon as she found a telecom

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  booth. And what was happening to her ship, topside? She wanted to pull out the comunit and find out, but dared not with searchers after them.

  Time waiting in the darkness had strange dimensions. Endless, seamless, compressed by fear and stretched by anticipation, she had no idea how long it was before she dared extend a cautious foot to the next lower step. She edged down, drawing Aygar after her. Just in case they found the trapdoor, she’d rather be around a corner, behind something, under something. Another step, and another.

  When the lights went on, her vision blanked for a moment. Aygar gasped Now she could see the long narrow room. She ran down the last few steps, Aygar behind her, and looked for a place to hide. There? An angle of wall, perhaps a support for something overhead? She ducked around it, out of sight of the stairs. Then a voice crackled from some hidden speaker.

  “. . . know you have a basem
ent, Sera Vanlis, and you’d better cooperate. This is nothing to play games about.”

  “I still don’t see a warrant.” Not quite defiance, but not quite calm confidence, either. “I’ve nothing to hide, but I’m not setting precedent by letting you search without one.” “I’ll call for one.”

  tA pause, then the sound of speech Sassinak could not distinguish. Did the sound go both ways? She had to trust not, had to hope the woman had hit some hidden switch to give them both warning and a way out. But nothing looked like a way out. No doors, in the long opposite wall, or the far end. No door at either end. A fat column of cables and pipes came out of the ceiling, entered and exited a massive meter box covered with dials, and disappeared into a grated opening in the floor.

  Aygar nodded toward it. Sassinak looked closer. Not big enough for Aygar and she wasn’t sure she could slither alongside the bundled utilities, but it gave her an idea. If this were a ship, there’d be some kind of repair access to the utility conduits She couldn’t find

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  ft, and the conversation overhead could have only one ending.

  Then Aygar picked up a filing cabinet, one of a row along the far wall, but in line with the path of the cables, and there it was. A flat circle of metal, with a pop-up handle, and under it a vertical shaft with a hdder fixed to one side. She would have had trouble getting the cover free, and up, but Aygar’s powerful fingers lifted it as easily as a piece of toast on a tray.

  Sassinak eeled into the hole, slipped easily down tile * hdder to give Aygar room, and murmured “How’re you going to cover it after us?” 1 “Don’t worry.”