To Leo’s immense relief, by the time he had unsuited, Vatel had retrieved the errant pusher and brought it back to dock at its Habitat module. They unloaded a frightened, bruised quaddie pilot.
“It locked on, I couldn’t get it off,” she wept. “What did I hit? Did I hit somebody? I didn’t want to dump the fuelâit was the only way I could think of to kill the jet. I’m sorry I wasted it. I couldn’t shut it off …”
She was, Leo guessed, all of fourteen years old. “How long have you been on work shift?” he demanded.
“Since we started,” she sniffed. She was shaking, all four of her hands trembling, as she hung in air sideways to him. He resisted an urge to straighten her ‘up’.
“Good God, child, that’s over twenty-six hours straight. Go take a break. Eat something and go sleep.”
She looked at him in bewilderment. “But the dorm units are all cut off and bundled with the crèches. I can’t get there from here.”
“Is that why … ? Look, three-fourths of the Habitat is inaccessible right now. Stake out a corner of the suit locker room or anywhere you can find.” He gazed at her tears in bafflement a moment, then added, “It’s allowed.” She clearly wanted her own familiar sleep sack, which Leo was in no position to supply.
“All by myself?” she said in a very small voice.
She’d probably never slept with less than seven other kids in the room in her life, Leo reflected. He took a deep, controlling breathâhe would not start screaming at her, no matter how wonderfully it would relieve his own feelingsâhow had he gotten sucked into this children’s crusade, anyway? He could not at the moment recall.
“Come along.” He took her by the hand off to the locker room, found a laundry bag to hook to the wall, and helped stuff her into it along with a packaged sandwich. Her face peered from the opening, making him feel for a weird moment like a man in process of drowning a sack of kittens.
“There.” He forced a smile. “All better, huh?”
“Thank you, Leo,” she sniffed. “I’m sorry about the pusher. And the fuel.”
“We’ll take care of it.” He winked heroically. “Get some sleep, huh? There’ll still be plenty of work to do when you wake up. You’re not going to miss anything. Uh … nighty-night.”
“â‘Night …”
In the corridor he rubbed his hands over his face. “Nng …”
Three-fourths of the Habitat inaccessible? It was more like nine-tenths by now. And all the module bundles were running on emergency power, waiting to be reattached to the main power supply as they were loaded into the superjumper. It was vital to the safety and comfort of those trapped aboard various sub-units that the Habitat be fully reconfigured and made operational as swiftly as possible.
Not to mention everyone’s having to start to learn their way around a new maze. Multiple compromises had driven the designâcrèche units, for example, could go in an interior bundle; docks and locks had to be positioned facing out into space; some garbage vents were unavoidably cut off, power mods had to be positioned just so, the nutrition units, now serving some three thousand meals a day, required certain kinds of access to storage… . Getting everyone’s routines readjusted was going to be an unholy mess for a while, even assuming all the module bundles were loaded in right -side-up and attached head-end- round when Leo wasn’t personally supervisingâor even when he was watching, Leo admitted to himself. His face was numb.
And now the kicker-questionâshould they continue loading at all onto a superjumper that was, just possibly, fatally disabled? The vortex mirror, God. Why couldn’t she have rammed one of the normal space thruster arms? Why couldn’t she have run over Leo himself?
“Leo!” called a familiar male voice.
Floating down the corridor, his arms crossed angrily, came the jump pilot, Ti Gulik. Silver starfished from hand grip to hand grip behind him, trailed by Pramod. Gulik grabbed a grip and swung to a halt beside Leo. Leo’s gaze crossed Silver’s in a frustratingly brief and silent Hello! before the jump pilot pinned him to the wall.
“What have your damned quaddies done to my Necklin rods?” sputtered Ti. “We go to all this trouble to catch this ship, bring it here, and practically the first thing you do is start smashing it upâI barely got it parked!” His voice faded “Pleaseâtell me that little mutant”âhe waved at Pramodâ“got it wrong … ?”
Leo cleared his throat. “One of the pusher attitude jets apparently got stuck in an ‘on’ position, throwing the pusher into an uncontrollable spin. The term ‘unpreventable accident’ is not in my vocabulary, but it certainly wasn’t the quaddie’s fault.”
“Huh,” said Ti. “Well, at least you’re not trying to pin it on the pilot … but what was the damage, really?”
“The rod itself wasn’t hitâ”
Ti let out a relieved breath.
“âbut the portside titanium vortex mirror was smashed.”
Ti’s breath became a howl in a minor key. “That’s just as bad!”
“Calm down! Maybe not quite as bad. I have one or two ideas yet. I wanted to talk to you anyway. When we took over the Habitat, there was a freight shuttle in dock.”
Ti eyed him suspiciously. “Lucky you. So?”
“Planning, not luck. Something Silver doesn’t know yet”âLeo caught her eye; she braced herself visibly, soberly intent upon his wordsâ“we weren’t able to get Tony back before we took over the Habitat. He’s still in hospital downside on Rodeo.”
“Oh, no,” Silver whispered. “Is there any wayâ?”
Leo rubbed his aching forehead. “Maybe. I’m not sure it’s good military thinkingâthe precedent had to do with sheep, I believeâbut I don’t think I could live with myself if we didn’t at least try to get him back. Dr. Minchenko has also promised to go with us if we can somehow pick up Madame Minchenko. She’s downside, too.”
“Dr. Minchenko stayed?” Silver clapped her hands, clearly thrilled. “Oh, good.”
“Only if we retrieve the Madame,” Leo cautioned. “So that’s two reasons to chance a downside foray. We have a shuttle, we have a pilotâ”
“Oh, no,” began Ti, “now, wait a minuteâ”
“âand we desperately need a spare part. If we can locate a vortex mirror in a Rodeo warehouseâ”
“You won’t,” Ti cut in firmly. “Jumpship repairs are handled solely by the District orbital yards at Orient IV. Everything’s warehoused on that end. I know ‘cause we had a problem once and had to wait four days for a repair crew to arrive from there. Rodeo’s got nothing to do with superjumpers, nothing.” He crossed his arms.
“I was afraid of that,” said Leo lowly. “Well, there’s one other possibility. We could try to fabricate a new one, here on the spot.”
Ti looked like a man sucking on a lemon. “Graf, you don’t weld those things together out of scrap iron. I know damn well they make ‘em all in one pieceâsomething about joins impeding the field flowâand that sucker’s three meters wide at the top end! The thing they stamp them out with weighs multi-tons. And the precision requiredâit would take you six months to put a project like that together!”
Leo gulped, and held up both hands, fingers spread. Had he been a quaddie he might have been tempted to double the estimate, but, “Ten hours,” he said. “Sure, I’d like to have six months. Downside. In a foundry. With a monster alloy-steel press die machined to the millimicron, just like the big boys. And mass water-cooling, and a team of assistants, and unlimited fundingâI’d be all set up to make ten thousand units. But we don’t need ten thousand units. There is another way. A quick-and-dirty one-shot, but one shot’s all we’re going to have time for. But I can’t be up here, refabricating a vortex mirror, and down there, rescuing Tony, both at the same time. The quaddies can’t go. I need you, Ti. I’d have needed you to pilot the shuttle in any case. Now I’ll just need you to do a little more.”
“Look, you,” Ti began.
“Theory was, I was going to get out of this with a whole skin ‘cause GalacTech would think I was kidnapped, and had jumped you out with a gun to my head. A nice, simple, believable scenario. This is getting too damned complicated. Even if I could pull off a stunt like that, they’re not going to believe I did it under duress. What would keep me from flying downsideâand just turning myself in? That’s the sort of questions they’ll be asking, you can bet your ass. No, dammit. Not for love nor money.”
“I know,” Leo growled. “We’ve offered both.” Ti glared at him, but ducked his head to evade Silver’s eyes.
A thin young voice was echoing down the corridor. “Leo? Leo … !”
“Here!” Leo answered. What now … ?
One of the younger quaddies swung into sight and darted toward them. “Leo! We’ve been looking all over for you. Come quick!”
“What is it?”
“An urgent message. On the com. From downside.”
“We’re not answering their messages. Total blackout, remember? The less information we give them, the longer it’s going to take them to figure out what to do about us.”
“But it’s Tony!”
Leo’s guts knotted, and he lurched after the messenger. Silver, pale, and the others followed hot behind.
*
The holovid solidified, showing a hospital bed. Tony was braced against the raised backrest, looking directly into the vid. He wore T-shirt and shorts, a white bandage around his left lower bicep, a thick stiffness to his torso hinting at wrappings beneath. His face was furrowed, flushed over a pale underlay. His blue eyes shifted nervously, white-rimmed like a frightened pony’s, to the right of his bed where Bruce Van Atta stood.
“Took you long enough to answer your call, Graf,” Van Atta said, smirking unpleasantly.
Leo swallowed hard. “Hullo, Tony. We haven’t forgotten you, up here. Claire and Andy are all right, and back togetherâ”
“You’re here to listen, Graf, not talk,” Van Atta interrupted. He fiddled with a control. “There, I’ve just cut your audio, so you can save your breath. All right, Tony”âVan Atta prodded the quaddie with a silver-colored rodâwhat was it? Leo wondered fearfullyâ“say your piece.”
Tony’s gaze shifted back, to the silent vid image Leo guessed, and his eyes widened urgently. He took a deep breath and began gabbling, “Whatever you’re doing, Leo, keep doing it. Never mind about me. Get Claire awayâget Andy awayâ”
The holovid blacked out abruptly, although the audio channel remained open a moment longer. It emitted a strange spatting noise, a scream, and Van Atta swearing, “Hold still, you little shit!” before the sound cut off too.
Leo found himself gripping one of Silver’s hands.
“Claire was on her way over,” Silver said in an undervoice, “to be in on this call.”
Leo’s eyes met hers. “I think you’d better go divert her.”
Silver nodded grim understanding. “Right.” She swung away.
The vid came back up. Tony was huddled silently in the far corner of the bed, head down, upper hands over his face. Van Atta stood glaring, rocking furiously on his heels.
“The kid’s a slow learner, evidently,” Van Atta snarled to Leo. “I’ll make it short and clear, Graf. You may hold hostages, but if you so much as touch ‘em, you can be swung in any court in the galaxy. I’ve got a hostage I can do anything I want to, legally. And if you don’t think I will, just try me. Now, we’re going to be sending a security shuttle up there in a little while to restore order. And you will cooperate with it.” He held up the silvery rod, pressed something; Leo saw an electric spark spit from its tip. “This is a simple device, but I can get real creative with it, if you force me to. Don’t force me to, Leo.”
“Nobody’s forcing you toâ” Leo began.
“Ah,” Van Atta interrupted, “just a minute …”âhe touched his holovid controlâ“now talk so’s I can hear you. And it had better be something I want to hear.”
“Nobody here can force you to do anything,” Leo grated. “Whatever you do, you do of your own free will. We don’t have any hostages. What we have is three volunteers, who chose to stay forâfor their consciences’ sake, I guess.”
“If Minchenko’s one of them, you’d better watch your back, Leo. Conscience hell, he wants to hang onto his own little empire. You’re a fool, Graf. Here …”âhe made a motion off-vidâ“come talk to him in his own language, Yei.”
Dr. Yei stepped stiffly into view, met Leo’s eyes and moistened her lips. “Mr. Graf, please, stop this madness. What you are trying to do is incredibly dangerous, for all concernedâ” Van Atta illustrated this by waving the electric prod over her head with a sour grin; she glanced at him in irritation, but said nothing and plowed on grimly. “Surrender now, and the damage can at least be minimized. Please. For everyone’s sake. You have the power to stop this.”
Leo was silent for a moment, then leaned forward. “Dr. Yei, I’m forty-five thousand kilometers up. You’re there in the same room … you stop him.” He flicked the holovid off, and floated in numb silence.
“Is that wise?” choked Ti uncertainly.
Leo shook his head. “Don’t know. But without an audience, there’s no reason to carry on a show, surely.”
“Was that acting? How far will that guy really go?”
“In the past I’ve known him to have a pretty uncontrolled temper, when he got wound up. An appeal to his self-interest usually unwound him. But as you’ve realized yourself, the, um, career rewards in this mess are minimal. I don’t know how far he’ll go. I don’t think even he knows.”
After a long pause Ti said, “Do you, ahâstill need a shuttle pilot, Leo?”
Chapter Fourteen
Silver clutched the arms of the shuttle copilot’s seat tightly in mixed exhilaration and fear. Her lower hands curled over the seat’s front edge, seeking purchase. Deceleration and gravity yanked at her. She spared a hand to double-check the latch of the shoulder-harness snugging her in as the shuttle altered its attitude to nose-down and the ground heaved into view. Red desert mountains, rocky and forbidding, wrinkled and buckled below them, passing faster and faster as they dropped closer.
Ti sat beside her in the commander’s chair, his hands and feet barely moving the controls in tiny, constant corrections, eyes flicking from readout to readout and then to the real horizon, totally absorbed. The atmosphere roared over the shuttle’s skin and the craft rocked violently in some passing wind shear. Silver began to see why Leo, despite his expressed anguish at the risk to them all of losing Ti downside, had not substituted Zara or one of the other pusher pilots in Ti’s stead. Even barring the foot pedals, landing on a planet was definitely a discipline apart from jetting about in free fall, especially in a vehicle nearly the size of a Habitat module.
“There’s the dry lake bed,” Ti nodded forward, addressing her without taking his eyes from his work. “Right on the horizon.”
“Will it beâvery much harder than landing on a shuttleport runway?” Silver asked in worry.
“No problem.” Ti smiled. “If anything, it’s easier. It’s a big puddleâit’s one of our emergency alternate landing sites anyway. Just avoid the gullies at the north end, and we’re home free.”
“Oh,” said Silver, reassured. “I hadn’t realized you’d landed out here before.”
“Well, I haven’t, actually,” Ti murmured, “not having had an emergency yet… .” He sat up more intently, taking a tighter grip on the controls, and Silver decided perhaps she would not distract him with further conversation just now.
She peeked around the edge of her seat at Dr. Minchenko, holding down the engineer’s station behind them, to see how he was taking all this. His return smile was sardonic, as if to tease her for her anxiety, but she noticed his hand checking his seat straps, too.
The ground rushed up from below. Silver was almost sorry they had not, after all, waited for the cover of night to
make this landing. At least she wouldn’t have been able to see her death coming. She could, of course, close her eyes. She closed her eyes, but opened them again almost immediately. Why miss the last experience of one’s life? She was sorry Leo had never made a pass at her. He must suffer from stress accumulation too, surely. Faster and faster …
The shuttle bumped, bounced, banged, rocked, and roared out over the flat, cracked surface. She was sorry she had never made a pass at Leo. Clearly, you could die while waiting for other people to start your life for you. Her seat harness cut across her breasts as deceleration sucked her forward and the rumbling vibration rattled her teeth.
“Not quite as smooth as a runway,” Ti shouted, grinning and sparing her a bright glance at last. “But good enough for company work …”
All right, so nobody else was gibbering in terror, maybe this was the way a landing was supposed to be. They rolled to a quite demure stop in the middle of nowhere. Toothed carmine mountains ringed an empty horizon. Silence fell.
“Well,” said Ti, “here we are… .” He released his harness with a snap and turned to Dr. Minchenko, struggling up out of the engineer’s seat. “Now what? Where is she?”
“If you would be good enough,” said Dr. Minchenko, “to provide us with an exterior scan …”
A view of the horizon scrolled slowly several times through a monitor, as the minutes ticked by in Silver’s brain. The gravity, Silver discovered, was not nearly so awful as Claire had described it. It was much like the time spent under acceleration on the way to the wormhole, only very still and without vibration, or like at the transfer station only stronger. It would have helped if the design of the seat had matched the design of her body.
“What if Rodeo Traffic Control saw us land?” she said. “What if GalacTech gets here first?”
“It’s more frightening to think traffic control might have missed us,” said Ti. “As for who gets here firstâwell, Dr. Minchenko?”
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