Part 37 (2/2)

”Oddly enough, Tera made a similar suggestion,” I said, thinking furiously as yet another layer of the Jones murder peeled away, onion-like, in my mind.

”Though unlike you, she didn't care for the idea of turning the Icarus over to criminals.”

”I can't say I care for it myself,” Uncle Arthur admitted. ”But if it comes to a choice of Antoniewicz or the Patth having the Icarus...” He shook his head.

I took a deep breath. This was it. All the pieces were finally in place, and it was time to make my pitch. ”What if you could have it all?” I asked. ”The Icarus, and everything else? Everything you've always wanted. How far would you go to get it?”

For a long moment he didn't speak, his pale blue eyes gazing at me in that way that always made me feel like he was trying to drill his way down through the various layers of my psyche to my soul. ”You're serious,” he said at last. It wasn't a question.”Deadly serious,” I agreed. ”I can do it. Bear in mind, too, that if we don't do something, we will lose the Icarus. Either to the Patth or-”

”All right, you've sold me,” he cut me off. ”What do you need?” And for the next ten minutes, in great detail, I told him.

THERE WERE, PREDICTABLY, none of the little runabout cars available as I left the StarrComm building, which meant another long walk. Mindful of the hour's grace time I'd given Ixil before he was to try his hand at piloting the Icarus, I hurried as quickly as my throbbing head and the need to remain reasonably inconspicuous would permit.

None of the others was visible outside the s.h.i.+p as I finally dragged myself into view of it. But then, I wasn't really expecting to see anyone, not with Ixil and Nicabar in charge of arranging guard duty. It wasn't until I was nearly to the foot of the ladder that I spotted Pix crouched in the shadow of one of the s.h.i.+p's landing skids, staying clear of the press of s.p.a.cers wandering around even at this hour. I whistled, and he bounded away from his spot and scampered over to me. I managed to catch him before he could try his tree-climbing act with my s.h.i.+n and scritched him briefly behind his ears. ”Ixil?” I called quietly.

”Here,” a voice answered from above and to my left. I looked up, just as Ixil appeared from behind the festively glowing lights that had been set up as per my orders in the gaps of our camouflaging cowling. ”Any trouble?”

”None,” I said, watching as he eased his way through one of the larger gaps and dropped to the ground. ”You?”

He shook his head. ”It's been very quiet,” he said, waving somewhere behind me.

I turned to look, saw Chort detach himself from a parked fueler and head toward us. ”You like the job Chort and Tera did with the lights?”

”Very nice,” I agreed, looking up at the lights again. ”Nice little sniper's position you found up there, too.”

”Chort's idea, actually,” Ixil said as he took Pix back from me and set him on his shoulder. ”He was up there on guard when Nicabar and Everett and I got back.

Since Kalixiri are slightly more conspicuous than Crooea, I took it over and set him up in the more visible spot over at that fueler.”

”Sounds reasonable,” I said. ”How's Shawn doing?”

”Bad, but not critical. At least this time he didn't get loose. Tera made sure he was securely strapped down before she set up her own guard position just inside the hatchway.” He peered up. ”She should still be there, in fact- neither Everett nor Nicabar was in any shape to take over from her. Be sure to announce yourself before you step inside the wraparound; I get the feeling she's still a little nervous.”

”I know exactly how she feels,” I said dryly as Chort came up beside us. ”You all right, Chort?””Quite well, Captain McKell, thank you,” he whistled, peering closely at me.

”I.

understand you have not had such fair fortune, however.”

”I've been worse,” I a.s.sured him. ”Looks like Ixil will be on engine-room duty for lift; I'd like you to stay back there with him in case he needs a.s.sistance.

We did get fueled, didn't we?”

”Loaded and topped off and paid for,” Ixil a.s.sured me. ”Easily enough to get where we're going.”

”Good,” I said, putting one foot on the bottom rung of the ladder and taking

one.

last look around. There were no Patth or Iykams anywhere to be seen. Nor, for that matter, were there any police or customs officials visible, either. But then, now that the last onion layer had been peeled away, that didn't especially surprise me. ”Let's do it.”

CHAPTER 22.

THE FIVE-DAY TRIP to Beyscrim was the longest jump at one stretch that we'd tried yet with the Icarus. We paid the price for such daring, too, to the tune of three hull ridges and a pair of hairline cracks. Each required from two to six hours of outside work; together, they added nearly a full day to our travel time.

The most frustrating part, at least to some of the more impatient members of the crew, was that it was no longer clear whether such repair work was even necessary, given what we now knew about the true nature of the Icarus. The cracks and ridges were only in the outer-hull plating that Cameron's people had layered over the artifact sphere, and there was no indication that the alien metal beneath was being affected in the slightest by the hypers.p.a.ce pressure it was being subjected to. There were several lively discussions about that, in fact, most of them occurring while Chort and Ixil were busy outside with the latest repair job. But the arguments presented were for the most part completely moot. I voted to continue stopping for repairs, whether they were necessary or not, and no one else got a vote.

It wasn't simply caution, though, or even a lack of faith in the Icarus's original designers. Despite Everett's a.s.surance that his doctor friend was above reproach, we were heading into a largely unknown situation on a completely unknown world. With three of us qualifying as walking wounded-four if you counted Shawn's medical problems-I figured the more recovery time we had along the way, the better.

Still, I had to admit that our first pa.s.s by Beyscrim showed the place to be pretty much as advertised. The planet boasted just five public s.p.a.ceports, none of them up to even Meima's casual standards, with the coordinates Everett's friend had supplied reading halfway up a mountain and very literally in the middle of nowhere. The automated landing system guided us in to a group of

five.

pads about three hundred meters west and slightly downslope from the mansion-sized lodge itself, the pad cl.u.s.ter edged in turn on its downslope sideby an extensive range of bushy blue-green trees. I chose the pad closest to the trees, setting us down parallel to them and as close to their outstretched branches as I could manage, remembering first to rotate the s.h.i.+p so that the hatchway was on the open, non-tree side facing the lodge.

Tera questioned my choice of placement, pointing out that resting so close to the edge of an artificially built-up landing area was an invitation to disaster should the Icarus's weight cause the edge to collapse. Everett was equally critical of my landing site, except that his argument was that I'd chosen the pad farthest from the lodge, thereby putting us an extra hundred meters from the comforts we all hoped were waiting for us up there. I pointed out to Tera that the idea was for the trees to provide us at least a little bit of visual cover from any aircraft that happened to pa.s.s overhead; to Everett, I rather ungraciously suggested that if after several days of rest the walk was still too much for him, he was welcome to stay aboard while the rest of us checked the place out. That was exactly what he did, though he phrased it more along the lines of standing guard over the s.h.i.+p than of anything so childish as a fit of sulking or pique. I accepted his offer, pretended also to accept his rationale for it, and together the rest of us trooped on up through the cool afternoon air to the lodge.

I'd noted on the way in that the lodge was good-sized, but I hadn't realized just how extensive the place actually was. Besides the main rectangular section running parallel to the landing area, there was also a full wing extending back from the middle toward the mountain itself, giving the building an overall T-shape. How I'd missed that back wing I didn't know, except to a.s.sume that the rough-cut slate roofing had blended so well into the rocky slope beyond that I hadn't realized it was part of the lodge. Beyscrim, I decided, must be a fantastically popular place at the height of the tourist season.

The size of the lodge also meant that the six of us-or seven, whenever Everett deigned to join us-would have the chance to get seriously lost from each other.

After the forced intimacy we'd created by ripping out the Icarus's decks and cabins, the thought of a little personal privacy was something the whole crew was definitely champing at the bit for. I thought about keeping us all together at least long enough to check out the public areas of the lodge for signs of recent occupancy, but when I offered the suggestion Tera made it clear that she wasn't interested in anyone else's company for a couple of hours at least.

Snagging the key for one of the guest rooms-old-fas.h.i.+oned permanent keys were apparently part of the rustic atmosphere of the place-she headed off to get some sleep on a real bed. Shawn and Nicabar took her cue and picked out rooms of their own, while Chort headed instead to the kitchen area to see what sort of food might be available. Giving up, I sent Ixil with him and then headed back outside onto the lodge's wide front portico.

It had been late afternoon when we'd landed, and from what the nav listing had said about Beyscrim's rotation period I had a.s.sumed we would have another two to three hours of daylight left. But I had failed to take into account theeffects of the mountain range to the west that rose dramatically behind the Icarus and its shading trees. Already the sun was dipping behind the taller peaks, and I could see now that it would be dusk in probably half an hour.

Still, half an hour of sun and fresh air was better than nothing. Snagging one of the st.u.r.dy lounge chairs lined up along the portico's back wall, I pulled it to the front edge and sat down.

Everett had evidently been thinking along the same lines I had, at least as far as the fresh air was concerned. From where I sat I could make out his figure in the wraparound just behind the open hatchway, gazing back in my direction. I thought about waving to him, but concluded after a minute that the lack of any such gesture on his part probably meant he was still not feeling all that sociable, at least not toward me. So I just settled more comfortably into my chair, aware of Everett's presence but not acknowledging it any more than he was acknowledging mine.

We sat there, wrapped in our own little worlds, as the sun vanished and the western sky faded from sunlight into a multicolored glow into dusk. Ixil came by once to tell me that Chort had located a cache of stored food and was busy preparing dinner for us all, then disappeared back inside to a.s.sist him. I stayed where I was a few minutes more, watching the sky and mountains as the dusk darkened to full night and a scattering of brilliant stars appeared.

Everett, I presumed, was similarly watching the lodge and the mountains rising behind it. Or possibly he was just watching me.

It had been full night for about twenty minutes when the dropping air temperature finally began to penetrate my jacket and I decided enough was enough. Picking my way carefully downslope, with only the decorative lights of the portico to illuminate the path, I made my way back to the Icarus.

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