Part 13 (1/2)
CHAPTER 14.
A thin trail of smoke curled its way up from the circuit board, tickling Chandris's nose and sparking bittersweet memories of an electronics a.s.sembly shop she'd once tried to score. ”Like this?” she asked.
”Right,” Ornina said from behind her. ”Make sure you get a good connection, then use the vac to get rid of the excess before it hardens.”
Chandris nodded, biting gently on her lip as she concentrated on the task. She knew how the technique was supposed to go-Ornina had just showed it to her-but it wasn't as easy as it had looked. The end of the vac caught on the edge of the board, hissing its annoyance at her fumbling- ”Take it easy,” Ornina soothed. ”It's one of those things your fingers have to learn on their own.”
Biting down a little harder on her lip, Chandris tried again. This time she got it right. ”That's it,” Ornina said. ”Now do the same thing with those other two and you're done.”
”Okay.” Chandris stretched her fingers out once and set to work. ”It's actually kind of fun, once you get the hang of it.”
”I've always thought so,” Ornina agreed. ”And it took me a good deal longer to get the hang of it, I can tell you. You're an amazingly quick learner.”
”I've got a good memory,” Chandris told her, easing the sealant wire against the proper component leg.
”It's more than just good,” Ornina said. ”You remember everything you read or see, don't you?”
Chandris shrugged. ”Pretty much.” She paused as a faint sound down the corridor caught her ear. ”Someone's coming,” she said, old reflexes tensing before she remembered she was supposed to be here.
”Probably Hanan.” Ornina turned toward the door. ”Hanan?-we're back here,” she called.
”Hi ho,” Hanan's voice came back, and a minute later he poked his head into the room. ”h.e.l.lo, Chandris,” he said, smiling at her. ”Ornina didn't waste any time putting you to work, I see.”
”Everything go okay?” Ornina asked.
”Oh, sure,” Hanan said, an almost-smile playing around his lips as he crossed the room toward the repeater console. ”No problems.”
Ornina glanced at Chandris, back at Hanan. Perhaps she'd seen the smile, too. ”What sort of 'no problems'?” she asked suspiciously.
”Just a second,” he said, keying the repeater and stepping aside. ”I want you to take a look at this, Chandris. I've tapped into the vision control monitor from the main launch tower. See the s.h.i.+p there, the one just rolling onto the strip?”
”Yes,” Chandris nodded. It was rather hard to miss: similar in design to the Gazelle, but considerably larger.
”Here's its responder profile,” he continued, indicating a small display below the larger one. ”If you're ever out at Angelma.s.s and this thing comes along and tells you to veer off, you veer off. Right away, without argument. Understand?”
”Okay,” Chandris said cautiously. ”Why?”
”Because it's the Angelma.s.s Studies Inst.i.tute's very own survey s.h.i.+p,” Hanan told her. ”It goes out about once a month, packed to the clavicles with scientists and study gear, and it has absolute priority out there. Just something I thought you should know.”
”Something else you should know,” Ornina put in darkly, ”is that Hanan never lies-he just changes
the subject when he doesn't want to answer a question. What happened at Gabriel, Hanan?”
Hanan looked at her with that wide-eyed innocent expression of his. ”Whatever can you mean, sister dear?”
Ornina's mouth twisted sideways. ”I mean that they were supposed to have some new trainees
starting up soon in receiving. Can I a.s.sume one of them was on duty this morning?”
Hanan looked at Chandris, the innocent expression turning slightly hurt. ”I ask you, Chandris: did I say or do anything to deserve this?”
Ornina folded her arms across her chest. ”Quit stalling and spit it out,” she said, a glint in her eye.
”What did you do?”
Hanan spread his hands. ”I just asked her to fill out my metals credit form, that's all.”
Ornina rolled her eyes skyward. ”Hanan, what am I going to do with you?”
”What's a metals credit form?” Chandris asked, trying to read the atmosphere.
”It's a little official-looking paper Hanan likes to spring on new angel receivers,” Ornina said. ”It allegedly requires Gabriel to a.n.a.lyze the s.p.a.cedust material coating our angel, calculate how much of each element is represented, and then credit the total value to our account.”
Something icy ran up Chandris's spine. No. It couldn't be. Hanan Daviee, certified open-faced soft
touch, scoring a track? ”What happened?” she said between suddenly stiff lips.
”Nothing much,” he said, pulling over a chair and sitting down. ”I had her running with it for about ten minutes, but then Carlie Sills wandered in and blew the whistle.”
”What did you do?” Chandris asked.
He shrugged. ”I got my credit and left.”
”But-” Chandris looked back and forth between them, totally lost now.