Part 77 (1/2)

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”You survived capture, slavery, prison, all the disasters. And you survived this life below the city. Now you can end it. End the hiding, end the fear. End the suffering, your own and others.”

They stirred. She could feel their need for her to be right, their need for her to be strong for them. Give them time and they'd revert, but she had this instant.

”Come on,” she said. ”Show me what you've got. Right now.”

Slowly, they stood, eyeing her and each other with hope that was clearly unfamiliar.

”Any weapons? We've got this.” She pulled out the snub-nosed weapon Aygar had taken from the first row. ”How many are you, altogether?”

They had weapons, but not many and most, they explained, were carried by their roving scouts. Nor did they have an accurate count of their own numbers. Twenty here, a dozen there, stray couples and individuals, a large band whose territory they overlapped in one direction, and a scattering of bands in another. They had specialists, of a sort. Some were best at milking the ma.s.s-service food processors without detection and some had a knack for tapping into the datalinks.

”Good,” Sa.s.sinak said. ”Where's this G.o.dlike Par-chandri you say is running the backscenes on Fed-Centrair ”You're not going after him” Coris's shock was mirrored on every face. ”There'll be guards-troops-we can't do that! It's like starting a war.”

”Coris, this became a war the second a warrior dropped into it. Me. I'm fighting a war. War means strategy, tactics, victory conditions.” She tapped these off on her fingers. ”You people can squat here and get wiped out as the enemy chases me or you can be my troops and have a chance. I don't promise more than that. But if we win, you won't have to live down here, eating tasteless mush and drinking bilgewater. It'll be your world again. Your lives! Your freedom!”

The big-framed man she'd noticed before shrugged and came up beside Coris. ”Might's well, Coris. They'll .

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be after her, after us. Using gas again, most likely. I'm with her.”

”And me!”

More than one of the others; Coris gave a quick side-to-side glance, shrugged, and grinned.

”I should've slit you back up there,” he said, jerking his chin in what Sa.s.sinak a.s.sumed was the right direction.

Aygar growled, but Sa.s.sinak waved him to silence. ”You're right, Coris. If you're going to take out a threat, do it right away. Next time you'll know.”

You cant wage war without a plan, one of the Command & Staff instructors had insisted. But you can lose with one. Sa.s.sinak found this no help at all as she chivvied her ragged troops through the tunnels to the boundary of their territory. She had no plan but survival, and she knew it was not enough. Find the Parchandri and . . . And what? Her fingers ached to fasten around his throat and force the truth testimony out of him. Would that do any good? They didn't really need it, not for Tanegli's trial. Even if she didn't make it back, even if Aygar didn't, there was evidence enough to convict the old heavyworlder. As for the status of Ireta, she doubted any non-Thek court would dare to question the Thek ruling she'd received which was already in official files.

Official files to which a powerful Parchandri might gain access. She almost stumbled, thinking that. Was nothing safe? She glanced around at her new fighting companions and mentally shook her head. Not these people, who were about as far from Fleet marines as she could imagine. Give them credit for having lived so long. But would they hold up in real combat?

Ahead, a quick exchange of whistled signals. The group slowed, flattened against the tunnel walls. Sa.s.sinak wondered if the battle would begin now, but it turned out to be the territorial boundary She went forward with Coris to meet this second group To her surprise, ”her” people were now holding themselves more like soldiers. They seemed to have purpose, and the others were visibly impressed.

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”What goes?” asked the second gang's leader. He was her age or older, his broad faced heavily scarred. His eyes focussed somewhere past her ear, and a lot of his teeth were missing. So was one finger.

”Samizdat.” The code answer.

”Whose friend?”

”Fleur's. And Coris's.”

”Heh. You'd better be Fleur's friend. We'll check that. You have a name, Fleur's friend?”

”Sa.s.sinak.”

His eyes widened. ”She's got a call out for you. Fleur and the cops both. What you done, eh?”

”Not everything you've heard, and some things you haven't. You have a name?”

He grinned at that, but quickly sobered. ”I'm Kelgar. Ever*body knows me. Twice bitten, most shy. Twice lucky, to be free from slavers twice.” He paused, and she nodded. What could she say to someone like that, but acknowledge bad experience shared. ”Come! We'll see what she says.”

”She's down here?”

”She goes slumming sometimes, though she doesn't call it that. 'Sides, where she is, is pretty near topside, over 'cross a ways, through two more territories. We don't fight, eh?” That was thrown back to Coris, who flung out his open hand.

”We good children,” he said.

”Like always,” said Kelgar. ”For all the flamin' good it does.”

He led the way this time and Sa.s.sinak followed with Coris's group. She could tell that Kelgar had more snakes in his attic than were strictly healthy, but if paranoid he was smart paranoid. They saw no patrols while pa.s.sing through his territory, and into the next. There she met another gangleader, this one a whip-thin woman who went dead-white at the sight of Sa.s.sinak's face. A Fleet deserter? Her gang had the edge of almost military discipline, and after that first shocked reaction, the woman handled them with crisp efficiency. Definitely military, probably Fleet. Rare to lose one that .

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good. Sa.s.sinak couldn't help wondering what had happened, but she knew she'd get no answers if she asked.

They pa.s.sed another boundary and Sa.s.sinak found herself being introduced to yet another leader. Black hair, dark eyes, brownish skin, and the facial features she thought of as Chinese. Most of his followers looked much the same, and she caught some angry glances at Aygar. All she didn't need was racial trouble; she hoped this leader had control of his people.

”Sa.s.sinak ...” the man said slowly. ”You had an ancestress Lunzie?” This was something new. How would he know? Sa.s.sinak nodded. The man went on, ”I believe we are distantly related.”

”I doubt it,” Sa.s.sinak said warily. What was this about?

”Let me explain,” he said, as if they had settled down in a club with all afternoon to chat. ”Your grandfather Dougal was Fleet, as you are, and he married into a merchanter family . . . but Chinese. Quite against the custom of both his people and hers. He never told his family about the marriage, and she eventually left him to return to her family, with her daughters. His son they liked less, and when he married your mother and decided to join a new colony, it seemed the best solution for everyone. But your grandmother's family kept track of your father, of course, and when I was a child I learned your name, and that of your siblings, in family prayers.”

”They . . . knew about us?”

”Yes, of course. When your colony was raided, your grandmother's s.h.i.+p was hung with white flags. When they heard you had survived ...”

”But how could they?”

”You were honor graduate in the Academy. Surely you realized that an orphan rising to honor graduate would be featured in news programs.”

”I never thought.” She might have, if Abe's death had not come on the heels of that triumph, and her grief filled every moment until her first posting.

”The name is unusual. It had made your grandmother very angry for her son to choose a name like that. So 258.

they searched the databases, found your original ID. They a.s.sumed you had done the same, and would make contact if and when you chose.” He shrugged, and smiled at her. ”It has nothing to do with your purpose here, but I thought you might like to know, since circ.u.mstances brought us together.”