Part 40 (1/2)

”Yes; Ronyon,” Hanan said. ”Other things, too. Do you remember what Jaar Hova was like, Ornina, when he first started flying his hunters.h.i.+p?”

”He was a nice man,” Ornina said, nodding. ”A bit gruff around the edges, but essentially a nice man.”

”He wasn't very nice to me when I came looking for a job,” Chandris murmured.

”No, he wasn't very nice at all there at the end,” Hanan agreed. ”So many of the others have gone sour, too. Or bitter, or just plain mean. I've always a.s.sumed it was the stress of an angel hunter's life that had gotten to them. Perhaps instead it was all that time spent close to Angelma.s.s. Close to all that evil...” He s.h.i.+vered. ”So what do we do about it?”

”The first step is to prove there actually are such things as anti-angels,” Kosta told him. ”Either to find a pseudo cloud chamber track or, even better, to actually capture one.”

”What about the damage to our angel?” Hanan suggested. ”Can't you use that as proof?”

”We're not using it,” Chandris said.

”No, but-”

”We're not using it,” Chandris repeated, her tone accepting no argument.”She's right,” Kosta seconded, mildly surprised that he was on her side on this one. From the quick look she shot him, she was apparently surprised, too. ”Besides, all it proves is that something is happening out there. We still need an anti-angel to show what that something is.”

”All right,” Ornina said, a sudden decisiveness in her voice. ”What do you need from us?”

”I can get the test equipment together,” Kosta told her. ”At least, I think so. What I need is a s.h.i.+p to

take it out to Angelma.s.s.”

”That means the Gazelle,” Chandris said. ”So we need you to get repairs started on it as soon as you can.”Ornina pursed her lips. ”I can try,” she said doubtfully. ”But Gabriel's repair schedule has always been something of a work of fiction.”

”We don't need Gabriel,” Chandris said. ”You get a private repair firm on the job. I'll supply the money to pay for it.”

Ornina looked at her. s.h.i.+fted her eyes to Kosta; back again to Chandris. ”May I ask how?”

”Legally,” Chandris a.s.sured her. ”That's all you need to know.”

”Of course it'll be legally,” Hanan said firmly. ”We know that. All right, that's the rest of you. What

about me?”Ornina frowned. ”What about you?””What's my job in this?” Hanan asked.”I think lying there getting well should about cover it,” Kosta said.Hanan drew himself up, or at least drew himself up from the neck up. The rest of his body didn't seem to want to move. ”Now see here, everyone,” he stated with exaggerated dignity. ”I am the captain of the Gazelle; and the captain does not simply lie around while his s.h.i.+p is on a mission.”

Ornina drew herself up, too. ”Hanan-””Compromise,” Kosta put in quickly. ”We've got at least a couple of days' work ahead on the s.h.i.+p before we can head out. If, Hanan-if-you're a good boy and you lie there and heal, we'll think about taking you with us when we go.”

”That's better,” Hanan said, blandly mollified. ”Wise old s.h.i.+p's captain, you know. Fountain of

knowledge and sage advice-”

”Or failing that, a little extra ballast,” Ornina said with a sigh. ”All right. I'll get a service contract written as soon as s.h.i.+kari City opens for business.”

”And make it a rush job,” Chandris told her. ”As many men and crews as you need. I'll make sure we have enough to pay whatever they want.”

”Chandris-”

”People are already dying out there, Ornina,” Chandris said quietly. ”We have to stop it. Whatever it takes.”

Hanan cleared his throat. ”All of us?” he asked. ”Including you, Jereko?”

Kosta braced himself. He'd been waiting for this other shoe to drop ever since he'd revealed his true ident.i.ty to them. ”If you think it'll help, I'm willing to turn myself in.”

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Chandris jerk slightly. ”Wait a minute,” she objected. ”You can't make him do that.”

”Why not?” Hanan asked.

”Because-” She hesitated, just a fraction of a second. ”It'll tie up the rest of us six weeks from Sunday, that's why. They'll be bound to investigate his link to the Gazelle, and we'll never get off the ground.”

”Maybe if I turn myself in you won't have to,” Kosta suggested. ”If I can convince them of the danger, maybe they'll mount an official study. A full Inst.i.tute investigation will find an anti-angel a lot faster than we could.”

”If they believe you,” Chandris countered. ”Would you believe a self-confessed spy?”

”If he had the data, yes,” Kosta said, wondering why she was arguing so hard on his behalf.

And then suddenly it hit him. ”Look, I wouldn't have to call them right now,” he added. ”I could hold off a day or two. Plenty of time for you to get away.”

The look on her face was like someone had just slapped her. ”Is that what you think?” she asked quietly. ”That I'm just worried about me?”

Kosta winced, feeling ashamed. Now, for the first time since realizing who and what she was, he suddenly saw her not as a con artist but as merely a young woman struggling to survive a battering life. ”No, of course not,” he managed. ”I just thought...”

Helplessly, he looked at Hanan. ”Come on, fountain of sage advice, I'm drowning here,” he growled. ”A little help?”

”Oh, I don't know,” Hanan said thoughtfully. ”It's quite instructive to watch the two of you. At any rate, I wasn't going to suggest you head straight over to the police. As Chandris rightly points out, it would at the very least bury us in official paperwork and paperwork shufflers. But.”

He lifted his eyebrows. ”When this is all over and we have the proof we need, you will need to come clean. There's no way around that.”

”I understand,” Kosta said. ”Do you want me to write you out a confession or something right now?”