Part 41 (1/2)

”Then you should go up there so as to be ready for that occurrence,”

Antoniewicz said, gesturing up toward the computer and the two bodyguards standing watch over the now open access panel. ”You've cost me far too much time as it is.”

”It'll take another few minutes before I can get started,” I told him. ”In the meantime, I wanted to give you a warning.”

His eyebrows lifted in obvious amus.e.m.e.nt. ”Indeed? Something to do with you and the others, no doubt?”

”Not at all,” I said. ”I wanted to tell you that I've heard rumors that Geneva has folded under Patth pressure and forbidden all Earth citizens and a.s.sociates to give aid to the Icarus,”

”And you think such orders apply to me?” Antoniewicz said, even more amused.

”Not your core people, no,” I said. ”But a lot of your looser a.s.sociates might get cold feet under that kind of pressure, particularly those quiet government and military contacts you've got who will now have management or senior officers looking over their shoulders. Add to that the Patth reward, which is probably doubling every six hours, and even you might have trouble moving and hiding the Icarus.”

”I'm quite aware of the challenges involved,” Antoniewicz said. ”That was precisely why I came myself, bringing only those most loyal to me.” He gave me another of those micrometer smiles. ”That's also why I'll be taking the Icarus to one of my private estates when we leave here.”

I glanced at Ixil. ”I see,” I said. ”I presume you'll be dropping Ixil and Tera and me off on the way?”

He frowned, another micrometer-level expression. ”Who said anything about dropping you off anywhere?”

”That was the deal,” I reminded him, frowning in turn. ”I would give you Cameron in exchange for Tera.”

”Ah, yes,” Antoniewicz said. ”I forgot.” He craned his neck to look at the helm.

”Yodanna?” he called.

”Helm coming up now, Mr. Antoniewicz,” one of the techs called back.

”What about the rest of the s.h.i.+p?”

”Checking now, sir, but it looks promising.”

Antoniewicz looked back at me. ”For such a clever man, McKell, you're amazingly stupid sometimes,” he said. ”Ms. Cameron is far too useful as insurance for her father's cooperation for me to release her. As for you and your alien, the twoof you are far too dangerous to keep around any longer than necessary.” He looked up again. ”Yodanna?”

”Yes, sir,” the call wafted its way back down to us. ”I've got the sequence he used. We can unlock the computer and engine systems ourselves.”

Antoniewicz looked back at me. ”And I would say that the moment of obsolescence has arrived sooner than expected,” he said quietly. ”I always offer a man the chance for final words, McKell. Have you any?”

A ripple of breeze brushed past my hair ”No last words, Mr. Antoniewicz,” I said firmly, standing up straight and closing my eyes. ”Go ahead and shoot.”

Even with my eyes closed, it was like a strobe light had gone off in my face.

A.

multiple strobe light, a dozen flickering bursts of light like the prophet Elijah calling fire down from heaven. I heard a gasp from somewhere beside me, a startled reflexive scream from Tera, an equally startled curse from Brother John.

And then, silence. Cautiously, wary of another round of flashes, I eased open my eyes.

Antoniewicz was standing rigidly exactly where I'd left him, his face utterly expressionless. Everett had turned completely white. Brother John's face was white, too, his expression that of a man walking through a graveyard in the dead of night.

Which was, I decided as I looked around, an extremely apt a.n.a.logy. All around us, this most loyal group of Antoniewicz's bodyguards were sprawled on the deck where they'd stood, their weapons for the most part still clutched in rigid hands, the tops of their heads smoking with the nose-curling stink of burnt hair and skin and bone. Fire from heaven, indeed.

From Tera's direction came a sudden choked gasp-apparently, her vision was just now clearing up from the aftereffects of that multiple stutter of laser fire.

”It's all right, Tera,” I a.s.sured her quickly, crossing to her side. ”Just relax. It's all over.”

”But-” She broke off, looking back over her shoulder at the entrance to the wraparound ”Not there,” I told her, pointing above us. ”There.”

Even having known what to expect, I had to admit the sight was something to behold. There were twelve of them grouped together in a tight knot in the center of the sphere, starting now to drift off in various directions toward the hull under the influence of the alien grav field. Their squashed-iguana faces were only partly visible through their helmet faceplates, the body-armored ferrets crouching on their broad shoulders adding a surrealistic touch of the ridiculous to the scene.

But there was nothing either surrealistic or ridiculous about the heavy military combat lasers in their hands, or in the steady professional grip with which they pointed them at Antoniewicz, Brother John, Everett, and the three techs.

”They're Royal Kalixiri commandos,” I said into the stunned silence, just in case my audience was too shy to ask the question themselves. ”Loaned to us by the one government in the Spiral that no longer has anything to lose bydefying the Patth.”

Tera was still staring up at them. ”But-you said-where's my father?”

”He's safe,” I told her. ”The Icarus isn't a stardrive, you see. It's a stargate, connected to a duplicate somewhere h.e.l.l and away across the galaxy.

Your father accidentally triggered it and got bounced to the other end.”

”The other end has Kalixiri in it?” Everett demanded, his voice distant and confused.

”Hardly,” I said. ”Or rather, it didn't until a couple of hours ago. The Kalixiri were waiting here when we landed, hidden down in the trees-that's the main reason I insisted on parking the s.h.i.+p so close in under the branches.

Once it was dark, and once I'd chased Everett out and put on the hatchway floodlights so that the glare would mask their movements, they used a collapsible ladder and the latch grooves on the starboard side to climb onto the engine section, go in through that dorsal hatch, and from there into the small sphere and down the rabbit hole to where your father was waiting.”

”So then... Pix?”

”Actually, I worked rather hard to maneuver Mr. Antoniewicz into insisting that Pix go in instead of me,” I said, looking at Antoniewicz. The dead look had been replaced now by a clear and violent l.u.s.t for death. My death. But then the Kalixiri were landing on the deck around him, and the commandos and armor and heavy lasers were between him and the rest of us, and he'd lost his chance forever. ”When Pix went across, he took with him his visual memories of the number, weapon-status, and approximate placement of the men they'd have to take down. Popping in from nowhere, and in the last place anyone would expect an attack to come from, the whole thing was almost literally a duck shoot. The only real question was whether they'd get here before Antoniewicz decided I wasn't useful anymore and had me shot.”

I looked at one of the commandos as he walked toward me, an empty spot on his shoulder showing where Pix had been sitting. Pix himself, I noted, was already settling onto Ixil's shoulder. ”Speaking of being in time, Commander, what's the status of the lodge?”

”It has been taken,” he said, his voice flavored with a thick regional accent.

”I have only now been so informed.”

”What are you talking about?” Brother John demanded. ”You said-”

”Well, they didn't all go down the rabbit hole,” I explained apologetically.

”A.

second group was hidden somewhere in or near the lodge to take care of anyone you'd left outside the s.h.i.+p. Once the commander learned from Pix's memories that Nicabar and the others were being held hostage there, he knew to call in the details to the reserve troops as soon as they popped in here.”

Tera looked at Brother John, then back to me. ”But I thought you worked for these people,” she protested. ”You said you owed them a half-million commarks.”

”So I did,” I acknowledged. ”And so I do. But you see, I was working for someone else long before Brother Johnston Scotto Ryland came out of the woodwork andsmilingly mortgaged my soul. For that matter, long before I even ran up the debt that attracted him to me in the first place.”