Part 63 (2/2)

Then Dupaynil flipped his slim black wire around the captain's neck and putted. The captain bucked, sagged, and dropped, still twitching but harmless. Dupaynil caught up the needier that the crewman reached for, stepping on the man's wrist with deceptive grace. He could feel the bones grate beneath his heel.

”But what? But who?” Panis, disheveled, one eye already blackening, had the presence of mind to keep a firm controlling grip on the crewman's other arm.

Dupaynil smiled. ”Let's get this one under control first,” he said.

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”I don't know what happened,” Panis went on. ”Something's wrong with the escape pod hatches. It took forever to get this one open, and then Siris jumped me, and the captain-” His voice trailed away as he glanced at the captain lying purple-faced on the deck.

Siris tried a quick heave but the Jig held on. Dupaynil let bis heel settle more firmly on the wrist. The man cursed viciously.

”Don't do that,” Dupaynil said to him, waving the needier in front of him. ”If you should get loose from Jig Panis, I would simply kill you. Although you might prefer that to trial. Would you?”

Siris lay still, breathing heavily. Panis had planted a few good ones on him, too. His face was bruised and he had a split lip which he licked nervously. Dupaynil felt no sympathy. Still watching Siris for trouble, he spoke to Panis.

”Your captain was engaged in illegal activities. He planned to kill both of us.” Even as he spoke, he wondered if he could possibly convince a Board of Inquiry that the entire scheme, including the rewired escape pod controls, had been the captain's. Probably not, but it was worth considering in the days ahead.

”I can't believe ...” Again Panis's voice trailed away. He could believe; he had seen that needier in his captain's hand, heard what the captain said. ”And you're?”

”Fleet Security, as you know. Apparently that spooked Major Ollery, convinced him that I was on his trail. I wasn't, as a matter of fact.”

”Liar!” said Siris.

Dupaynil favored him with a smile that he hoped combined injured innocence with predatory glee. It must have succeeded for the man paled and gulped.

”I don't bother to lie,” he said quietly, ”when truth is so useful.” He went on with his explanation. ”When I found that the captain planned to kill me and that you were not part of the conspiracy, I a.s.sumed he'd kill you, too, so he wouldn't have to worry about any un-Jhendly witness. Now! As the officer next in command, you are now technically captain of this s.h.i.+p, which 136.

means that you decide what we do with Sins here. I would not recommend just letting him go!”

”No.” The Jig's face had a curious inward expression that Dupaynil took to mean he was trying to catch up to events. ”No, I can see that. But,” and he looked at Dupaynil, taking in his rank insignia. ”But, sir, you're senior.”

”Not on this vessel.” Curse the boy! Couldn't he see that he had to take command? Sa.s.sinak would have, in a flash.

”Right.” It had taken him longer, but he came to the same decision; Dupaynil had to applaud that. ”Then we need to get this fellow-Siris-into confinement.”

”May I suggest the escape pod he just came out of? As you know, the controls no longer respond normally. He won't be able to get out, and he won't be able to eject from the s.h.i.+p.”

”NO!” Dupaynil could not tell if it was fury or fright. ”I'm not going back in there. I'd die before you get anywhere!”

”Frankly, I don't much care,” Dupaynil said. ”But you will have access to coldsleep. You know there's a cabinet built in.”

Siris let fly the usual stream of curses, vicious and unimaginative. Dupaynil thought the senior mate would have done better, although he had no intention of letting him loose to try. Panis squirmed out of his awkward position, half-under the crewman, without losing his grip on the man's shoulder and arm or getting between Du-paynil's needier and Siris. Then he rolled clear, evading a last frantic s.n.a.t.c.h at his ankles. Dupaynil put all his weight on the trapped wrist for an instant, bringing a gasp of pain from Siris, then stepped back, covering him with the weapon. In any event, Siris went into the escape pod without more struggle, though threatening them both with the worst that his illicit colleagues could do.

”They'll get you!” he said, as Panis closed the hatch, Dupaynil aiming through the narrowing crack just in case. ”You don't even know who it'll'be. They're in the Fleet, all through it, all the way up, and you'll wish you'd never ...”

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With a solid chunk, the hatch closed and Panis followed Dupaynil's instructions in securing it. Then he met Dupaynil's eyes, with only the barest glance at the needier still in Dupaynil's hand.

”Well, Commander, either you're honest and I'm safe, or you're about to plug me and make up your own story about what happened. Or you still have doubts about me.”

Dupaynil laughed. ”Not after seeing the captain ready to kill you, I don't. But I'm sure you have questions of your own and will be a lot more comfortable when I'm not holding a weapon on you. Here.” He handed over the needier, b.u.t.t first.

Panis took it, thumbed off the power, and stuck it through one of the loops of his pressure suit.

”Thanks.” Panis ran one bruised hand over his battered face. ”This is not ... quite . . . like anything they taught us.” He took another long breath, with a pause in the middle as if his ribs hurt. ”I suppose I'd better get to the bridge and log all this.” His gaze dropped to the motionless crumpled shape of Ollery on the deck. ”Is he?”

”He'd better be,” said Dupaynil, kneeling to feel Ollery's neck for a pulse. Nothing, now. That solved the problem of what to do if he'd been alive but critically injured. ”Dead,” he went on.

”You ... uh ...”

”Strangled him, yes. Not a gentlemanly thing to do, but I had no other weapon and he was about to kill you.”

”I'm not complaining.” Panis looked steadier now and met Dupaynil's eyes. ”Well. If I'm in command? And you're right, I'm supposed to be, I'd best log this. Then we'll come back and put his body ...” he finished lamely, ”somewhere.”

Chapter Nine.

Diplo Although Zebara had said that few oflworlders knew about, had ever seen or heard, Zilmach's opera, Lunzie found the next morning that some of the medical team had heard more than enough. Bias waylaid her in the entrance of the medical building where they worked. Before Lunzie could even say ”Good morning,” he was off.

”I don't know what you think you're doing,” he said in a savage tone that brought heads around, though his voice was low. ”I don't know if it's an aberration induced by your protracted coldsleep or a perverse desire to appease those who hurt you on Ireta ...”

”Bias!” Lunzie tried to shake his hand away from her arm but he would not let go.

”I don't care what it is,” he said, more loudly. Lunzie felt herself going red. Around them people tried to pretend that nothing was going on, although ears Sapped almost visibly. Bias pushed her along, as if she weren't willing, and stabbed the lift b.u.t.ton with the elbow of his free arm. ”But I'll tell you, it's disgraceful. Disgraceful! A medical professional, a researcher, someone 138.

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