Part 26 (1/2)

”I'd expect that inside a collection facility. Wonder what they'll be in the queen's quarters.”

r I 4 : Anne UcCalliEf ”Off the scale, prolly,” another remarked with a snort.

”Let's get to the queen's quarters. There may be some interesting variations of Hiver patterns on her main screen. You have that recorder, don't you, Hickey?”

”Yes sir, but even with the help she's getting, I don't see how she can make it back. She's oozing with every step.”

”As well for us. The left-hand tunnel leads to her quarters, Hickey. Gallard, stay back and warn us if she gets too close.”

”Not that she has an arm left to do anything with,” murmured Gallard.

”She's not the one who fights,” Hickey replied with disgust. ”She's got all them worker-warrior types we saw dead up above.”

”Fighter or not, someone mauled her good.”

The watchers on the s.h.i.+p could see Makako's team working farther away from the landing site. They were some ways from any other collective, stepping across sizable vines which had been ripped from supporting posts, Hiver bodies caught in the tangles.

And so the searching went. When Voorhees's team had exited from the facility, they returned to the shuttle and sent the first reports back to the Asimov, then purged the portable GCs for their next stop. Voorhees took the shuttle up, cruising at a low level until they caught up with Makako's point. Then they veered slowly in another direction, landing on top of another facility. There weren't even any corpses around it. The queen's quarters were empty, although Gallard thought he heard tiny scrabblings against one wall.

”The scuttlers, prolly.”

The screens were dead.

”They die when the queen does?” Hickey asked.

”Probably,” Voorhees said. ”Concentration in here is only parts per trillion, sir, much lighter.”

There were over 240 known Hive facilities on the Main Continent, and battles had been fought in every direction around them as queens led their warrior-workers out to either defend their Hives or attack others. When the ma.s.sed a.s.saults ended, thirty-two facilities still had queens, some of them badly injured: two were combing through their egg reserves, beginning to fertilize eggs in a valiant attempt to repopulate their Hives. The surface team did not have to physically inspect all of them. Life-form readings, set to queens and the large warrior-workers, showed which facilities had queens and provided a rough a.s.sessment of their remaining minions. Recordings had been made of pheromones in a sufficient variety to give the scientists much to study.

Perry lifted the shuttle safely back to the Moon Base. The moment the shuttle doors opened, alarms in the boat deck went off.

”Do we stink that bad?” Gallard asked.

”You do,” was the response of the lieutenant on duty in the base headquarters. ”You go through decontam until you register zero on the stinkometer and you guys are thoroughly deodorized. That okay with you, Commander?”

”If we reek enough to set off the alarms, we should clean off before we undress,” Makako agreed, and waved the troops toward the decontam facility. Since the unit held only one person at a time, there was a tedious wait.

”They still stink,” Gallard said, wrinkling his nose as the last man to hang his gear up in the storage closet. ”I'll never get rid of that reek.” He felt his hair, rubbed down his arms and legs. ”Yuck! Commander, can we use enough water to get really clean?”

”Permission granted,” Makako said, devoutly wis.h.i.+ng she had enough cologne left to get rid of the residual smell. She lifted her arm to her nose.

”All in your mind,” Voorhees said, grinning.

”If it is, I'm in real trouble,” Makako murmured to him. ”And that shuttle still stinks. We'll have to moor it out in s.p.a.ce for days. It's permeated the metal. G.o.ds, those pheromones are pervasive.”

”All in your mind,” Voorhees repeated, enjoying his tease of the commander.

The com unit buzzed for Makako's attention: ”Prime Perry says he's moved the personnel carrier to the gym so you won't have to back through boat bay, sir, until it's been deodorized.”

”Thank him.” He held out his hand to Makako. ”Pleasure working with you.”

She shook his hand solemnly. ”And with you, but G.o.ds, how I hope we don't have to do it again.”

”Sir,” the com unit continued, ”Met says wind's picking up. What do we do about that? XO says all that smell moving to the eastern continents might be bad.”

Makako groaned. ”Get back to the Asimov. We'll have to do something . . . maybe seed some clouds and dilute those pheromones. Some of my readings were off the scale and most of 'em were subtly different.”

”I'll tell what comes up in the a.n.a.lysis, soon's I know myself,” Voorhees said and then called for his four to come with him to catch their ride back to the Asimov.

Though the 'port was swift, the five men exuded enough residual pheromones to cause the ensign who opened the carrier to recoil with disgust written all over his face.

”Beg your pardon, sir,” he said sheepishly.

”Into the showers, all of you,” Voorhees said. ”Tell the captain I'm taking our readings up to the lab. I'll shower again there,”

”Yes sir, but Captain Osullivan's orders were for you to contact him immediately.” The ensign gestured to the boat bay's com unit on the upper level.

”All right,” Voorhees said, resettling the bag of data disks that contained the readings.

”What's this about a bad Met report, Voorhees?” asked Captain Osullivan.

”Winds have picked up. Can we do something about diluting the pheromones it's carrying to the east? I'm on my way to the lab, sir, but I really don't want to bring a pong to the bridge, if you don't mind.”

”Appreciate that, Mr. Voorhees. Report when you're . . . deodorized.”

Tki Imi and th Hive , HI ”Yes sir.”

Voorhees then made it straight to the s.h.i.+p's well-equipped laboratory and started his technicians on a preliminary report on pheromones, levels and types. Either the ensign had warned them or constant proximity to lab smells had dulled their olfactory nerves, but none of them so much as wrinkled a nose when he came near them.

”Do a quick a.s.sessment and inform Prime Perry when it's ready to be forwarded. We'll do the detailed chemical a.n.a.lyses later.” He caught one of the yeomen by the arm. ”Get me a clean s.h.i.+psuit from my cabin, will you, Naves?”

”Yes sir, right away, sir.” The man jogged out of the lab. '

A cloud seeding is advisable, Prime, Perry told Jeff Raven. The consensus here is that we'd best dilute the pheromones as much with rain as we can before the stench spreads across the eastern continents. I wouldn't like to see such slaughter as on the Mam Continent again. The pheromones are diverse and powerful. There is some scuttleb.u.t.t that the personal carrier Commander Voorhees returned in is stinging up the boat decf{. I believe he has taken four showers and applied to sicf^ bay for a pungent styn lotion.

Does he really need it? Or is it all in his mind? Jeff asked.

I've a message tube ready for 'portation, sir. There was an edge of amus.e.m.e.nt in Perry's voice. See what your scientists think..

I'll s.h.i.+p you appropriate seeding materials. You've done it before, I believe, on Betelgeuse?

Yes sir, I have, and the meteorological conditions are fortunately favorable. . . . Ah, sir? The science officer says we'd better chec the eastern continents after the storm to be sure the rain dispersed the aggressive pheromones.

By all means, and my compliments to Commander Voorhees. Good thinking.

The chroma tograms, taken both in the open air and in the queens' quarters that were visited, with and without the occupants, compared with those taken by Prime Thian on the planet Arcadia, kept the lights burning in laboratories and offices all night long. A preliminary report-with many protestations of * being a hurried summation and some speculations-was on Jeff Raven's desk by the time he arrived at his office in Blundell Building from Callisto. Copies had been sent to both High Councillors and Prime Elizara. Jeff glanced through the first few pages and , 'pathed a call to Thian on the % Was.h.i.+ngton.

Thian, sorry to rouse you, but I need to have Lieutenant Weiman and Grm here for an important meeting.

Sure, Grandfather, Thian said, dragging himself from sleep and the comfort of Gravy's warm body. Right away.