Foreigner - Explorer. Part 34

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"Code's not working," he said. "It must be a jury rig. Not on the system."

"Finesse will not suffice here," Banichi said in Ragi, and took a fistful of the guard's jacket. "Open the door."

The guard commendably refused.

Just as someone, an administrative sort, opened a side office door and blithely walked out into the situation.

Blinked, open-mouthed.



And ducked back. Other doors stayed shut. Jago walked down the short corridor, dragging the unhappy clerk with her, shoving small clear wedges into the small gap between door and mounting-a.s.suring someone from the outside was going to have to release the occupant; but the alarm by now would go to Central.

"Gas," Banichi said, gun in hand, and Bren tugged the mask out from under his collar as the others did the same.

Banichi ripped the panel off the double door, clipped a line and attached a small switch, which quietly opened the door on a wide open area that suddenly, in Bren's recollection, matched their charts-he was thinking that and thinking he had better get himself to the fore, when Banichi tossed a grenade that went rolling down the hall.

A guard ran to grab it, and it blew out a cloud of gas and went on spewing, while the guard, a shadow among other shadows in the gas, doubled over. Jago and Banichi charged in. Bren ran. Man'chi, whatever impelled a sane human-he went in, gun in hand, desperate-skidded to a stop as Jago pitched another grenade, this one percussive, with a great deal of smoke, a shock that deafened human ears. Two human senses were impaired.

Sirens started. Red lights dyed the gas. They'd gone in as civilized individuals. They'd become invading, masked monsters. Guards, whose defenses hadn't included gas masks, were down and choking in front of a clear-walled enclosure that itself was filling with gas, and the yellow-clad figure caught inside that cube of slowly obscuring air, white-lit in the general haze of red, could have been a very stout, brownish-gray human in a baggy yellow coverall.

The occupant of that gla.s.s cage applied stocky dark-gray palms to the gla.s.s wall, pressed close, trying to discern the nature of the invaders. It had a broad, large-eyed face, heavy-jowled, heavy-browed. All of that, Bren saw at first blink, before Jago blew the clear plastic door in, and the yellow-clad alien turned away to face intrusion.

Then the alien turned full circle, as if seeking some other route of escape-or expecting to die by the hands of some oddly composed lynch mob.

Banichi invaded the cell, seized the alien's ma.s.sive arms and hauled the alien toward the shattered wall. Banichi had brought a spare mask. He whipped it out of his jacket and pressed it over the alien's mouth, and at that point the alien stopped fighting, held the mask in place with his own hands and, perhaps conceiving of safety, cooperated in the rescue, accompanying Banichi, trying to keep up with a wider stride.

Jago stood with rifle ready to provide covering fire, and as they brought the alien past, Jago folded their expedition inward and began a fast retreat. Bren tried to observe that plan, grabbed Barnhart by the arm as they reached their rear guard, accounting for the co-pilot: he meant to get to the fore again, but Jago took the lead and Banichi dragged the rescuee along with them.

Cenedi's man stayed rear guard. Bren didn't look back, except to be sure that all their company was retreating with them, a rush back toward clear air, back past rows of-thank G.o.d-closed office doors, where people were likely phoning for help, but nothing but another builder's key could close a door a builder's key had locked, so Gin swore, and so far things were working.

Someone, maybe the guard, rushed at them at the corner: mistake. Jago flattened the man with an elbow and light-footed it ahead, pausing for corners and doorways. They reached clear air at the corner by the desk, and pulled the masks down in favor of un.o.bstructed breathing and vision. The prisoner, seeing others give up the breathing masks, removed his own-then looked wildly about at a thunderous rush behind them.

Men came running behind them; and all of a sudden Jago heaved another grenade down the corridor, and running attackers skidded to a stop and tried to get back.

It blew in a cloud of gas. And Cenedi's man blasted the overhead light panels, a neat, one-after-the-other chain that darkened the corridor and drove their pursuers in retreat.

They ran, then, Banichi dragging the stocky alien, as fast as he could; and Bren had his gun in hand, keeping an eye to pursuit behind them, not wanting to shoot any hapless guard. The doors had stayed open, and he found the presence of mind to shut one and lock it with his key.

Then he ran to catch up, almost hindmost, around the last turn. He pa.s.sed Barnhart, pa.s.sed Banichi, caught up with Jago just as she reached the lift.

Cenedi's men had trussed their terrified detainees and kept them flat on the floor, and now they all jammed themselves into the lift, straddling their detainees, dragging along a frightened, sweating alien who smelled like overheated pavement and bulked like a small truck. Bren shoved his key in the slot and Barnhart punched in their destination before he extracted the key and pocketed it.

"We'll let you go at the bottom," Bren said then to the two white-faced, absolutely terrified humans crouched at their feet. He reached down and a.s.sisted up the man he'd dealt with. "Come to the s.h.i.+p when you're ready. The paper isn't a lie. Believe it!" He remembered the rest of the fliers, took the sheaf of them from inside his jacket and shoved them inside the man's jacket. "Here, have some brochures."

"Yes, sir," the man muttered. The other, still on the floor, seemed beyond speech, as Jago extracted the whole packet of brochures from their kit and set them in his lap.

"Safe," she said to him, encouragingly.

"My bodyguard says this is your ticket aboard," Bren said shamelessly. "Pa.s.s them out. Brochures get first boarding. The access is open now. We have a handful of days to get everyone aboard."

Down and down the levels, all the way to the bowels of the station's maintenance, down to the service-port and the dim, cold depths. Banichi was on the comm the moment the doors opened, and they freed their two Reunioners, then shoved their rescuee out into this place that, whatever thoughts might be going through the alien's mind, certainly wasn't the prosperous end of the station.

They ran, then, dragging the alien with them. Cold hit like a wall, burned the lungs as they tried to make time, down dim corridors, into section 81.

There escape in fact loomed in front of them: the co-pilot had opened the emergency hatch from his side, the only way it would would open, and with a broad inclusive wave, beckoned them in. open, and with a broad inclusive wave, beckoned them in.

Safe, now. Two frightened humans trying to raise an alarm upstairs might only tell where they had had been, in a very few moments, but if they were the least bit worried, Bren thought, those two might keep quiet, believing those brochures were a precious thing, to be pa.s.sed out quickly among reliable friends. been, in a very few moments, but if they were the least bit worried, Bren thought, those two might keep quiet, believing those brochures were a precious thing, to be pa.s.sed out quickly among reliable friends.

Meanwhile their a.s.sorted party crammed themselves inside the airlock, within the webbing. The alien looked about him, large, dark eyes glittering in the dim light, a liquid glance pa.s.sing jerkily over strange sights and strange faces-thinking of escape or murder, more than likely, but if they knew one thing about this person by now, they knew this was by no means a fool. Cooperation remained the moment-to-moment rule, compliance as the pilot and co-pilot got the pod door shut-no fuss, no argument. They were leaving the place that had held him and that suited the alien fine.

Haste and distance was their collective intention: haste in reaching the cover of the s.h.i.+p itself was all they could do to protect themselves from the station. And if the pod had been close quarters going out, now, with the door shut, they jammed themselves up closer and tighter, human, atevi, and s.h.i.+vering, strange-smelling unidentified.

Thump! Clang! They were free, rotating alarmingly at first. Then a steady hard push of propulsion cut in, compressing the whole untidy ma.s.s of them toward the aft bulkhead, a painful tangle of muscular flesh punctuated with other people's knees and elbows.

"We did it," Barnhart panted at Bren's ear, breathless and astonished, and Bren only thought, enduring a hard atevi elbow between his shoulder blades, and air too dry and thin for comfort, For G.o.d's sake, man, don't jinx us For G.o.d's sake, man, don't jinx us.

Then the alien they were transporting began struggling-huge arms, legs like tree trunks and a swing, if they hadn't all been pressed together like a sandwich, that could have cracked skulls. Banichi grabbed one arm and pinned it. The alien's eyes showed wild, broad nostrils flared and the mouth-omnivore, Bren decided, just like humans-opened in frantic gasps.

"Air pressure!" Bren shouted against the weight compressing his rib cage. "Take the air s.h.i.+p-normal! Fast!"

Fast still wasn't an instantaneous process. They were in freefall and the pilots had their hands full, what with the possibility that the station might at any moment find something capable of taking a shot at them, either inside the ring or once they started up the mast toward the s.h.i.+p. Bren personally didn't want to distract them-but they had an alien laboring for breath, close to pa.s.sing out after his wild exertion: he must have stood it as long as he could, and gotten desperate.

"Short distance to our s.h.i.+p," Bren yelled into the alien's face. Touching him could be rea.s.suring. It could equally well be deadly insult. He opted for hands-off. "We want to help you. Be still. All right?"

He didn't know whether the alien heard or understood. Banichi's grip held the alien fast against a new burst of resistance, and now one of Cenedi's men began to wind self-adhesive restraint about him, which didn't calm the situation or likely help his breathing at all.

"Caution, Bren-ji," Banichi said, struggling to hold the ma.s.sive arms out of action, and if Banichi was having trouble keeping his grip on those arms, Bren found no chance. He wriggled to back up as far as he could, acceleration pressing them together. Then Jago added her efforts, inserting an arm and struggling past him to get the binding wrapped.

But it all became easier as the alien stopped fighting and let his head loll, close to pa.s.sing out.

"Easy, easy, easy," Bren said, and took a chance. "Oxygen. Can we get the emergency oxygen, Jago-ji?"

Jago reached a long arm to an emergency panel. In a moment more they had an oxygen mask roughly over the alien's broad, flat face, and the last fighting eased as their pa.s.senger gasped for breath.

Not a crazy person. One trying to breathe.

Then acceleration stopped, all in one stomach-wrenching moment, and the axis spun over. They began, despite the testimony of senses, to slow down, trying not, Bren said to himself, to impact the s.h.i.+p and smear their little mission all over their s.h.i.+p's travel-scarred hull.

Slowing down. Slowing down. The pilot and co-pilot were talking to someone with an incredible and rea.s.suring calm.

Bren found himself breathing as if oxygen for all of them had grown far too short and he wished there were a mask for him.

But the pilots worked calmly just as if they were coming in at Alpha station, a precise set of communications and maneuvers.

Their alien's eyes opened slightly. He was no longer fighting them. He might not know another word of who they were, but air was potent, the most basic requirement. They had satisfied that urgent need, and they had taken him out of that clear-walled cell, and they weren't where he had spent the last six years-they had that to recommend them.

"We're coming to our s.h.i.+p," Bren said to their alien, in the hope that those years in human hands had taught him some few words. "My name is Bren. This is Banichi. We're from the s.h.i.+p. We want to help you. Do you understand me at all?"

The alien gave no response, only a slow, blinking stare.

"We're coming in," the copilot said. "Brace, all."

Thank G.o.d. In. Safe. They They had the station's precious hostage, and-now that the station knew they'd been robbed of that a.s.set, now that the station had the s.h.i.+p's offer of rescue coursing the halls and soon being gossiped in the restaurants-maybe the station would just give up quietly, turn Sabin loose, and let them have the fuel. had the station's precious hostage, and-now that the station knew they'd been robbed of that a.s.set, now that the station had the s.h.i.+p's offer of rescue coursing the halls and soon being gossiped in the restaurants-maybe the station would just give up quietly, turn Sabin loose, and let them have the fuel.

Maybe rainbows would s.h.i.+ne in deep s.p.a.ce.

But, he thought, up against this strange creature who smelled like pavement, they did have a major a.s.set in their hands, they'd told the truth to a handful of people. And they hadn't killed anyone during their mission.

Let the Guild recalculate its a.s.sets now.

Thump-clang. Rattle and stop. Blessed Blessed stop. stop.

They were in. They were safe.

"Mr. Cameron," the co-pilot said, "captain's compliments, and will you get up to his office at the earliest after dock?"

Urgently, never mind they'd just worked a miracle and he had an alien he had to talk to-get upstairs.

Something wasn't according to plan.

Chapter Sixteen.

COME UP, JASE HAD SAID, and to the bridge Bren went immediately, gun in pocket, jacket torn and rumpled, sweat and the lingering stink of noxious chemicals about him. It made his eyes water. Narani would be scandalized, Bren thought, aware he was light-headed at the moment. He needed to be down below to supervise their alien guest.

But Jase needed him topside, fast.

The lift door let him out. He spared only a quick leftward glance to be sure Jase wasn't on the bridge. Crew there was busier than it had been, which said something on its own.

And-G.o.d?-a blood trail snaked down the corridor from the lift, a set of dots leading down to the executive offices.

Jase's was the second door. Where the dots entered. There was no bodyguard outside.

He buzzed it and opened the door almost in one motion, hand on the gun in his pocket.

Jase was at his desk.

Jenrette sat opposite, Jenrette, who'd gone aboard the station with Sabin. And Jenrette's right arm was wrapped, sleeve and all, in b.l.o.o.d.y bandage. sat opposite, Jenrette, who'd gone aboard the station with Sabin. And Jenrette's right arm was wrapped, sleeve and all, in b.l.o.o.d.y bandage.

Kaplan was there, too, Kaplan with blood all over his sleeve, likely Jenrette's, and Polano stood in the other corner, neither looking happy.

"You got him," Jase said. Meaning their alien, Bren judged. "He's alive."

"Yes. In good shape." He was a little set aback, that Jase would talk other business in front of this man, but there was nothing he needed to conceal. "Can't speak to his mood, but no physical damage. He cooperated, in fact."

"Good."

"Mr. Jenrette." He gave a nod to the man leaking blood onto the chair arm and directed his primary question to Jase, all the same. "I take it there's a problem in other areas."

"One of the robots blown to h.e.l.l," Jase said, "Guild agents in the mast, but not not in the tube at this moment: Hendrix and Pressman are holding that. In the confusion that broke out after the fuel port event, Mr. Jenrette got himself to the tube and reached our team inside, to give us Captain Sabin's instruction-which was to be careful and don't create a problem." in the tube at this moment: Hendrix and Pressman are holding that. In the confusion that broke out after the fuel port event, Mr. Jenrette got himself to the tube and reached our team inside, to give us Captain Sabin's instruction-which was to be careful and don't create a problem."

Bren sat down. "Well, that that came a little too late." came a little too late."

"Notably," Jase said. And hadn't at any point spoken in Ragi. Or evidenced any distrust of Jenrette. Both circ.u.mstances told a tale, to a man who'd shared quarters with Jase in Shejidan. Jase, however, was cool and calm. "Explain, Mr. Jenrette. Our atevi allies need to know."

"Hiding in the vicinity," Jenrette said, clearly in pain, teeth chattering. "Freezing. They've set a guard down there, near the tube access. Or they had one. But when the robot blew at the fuel port, I suppose, or when your team moved in, the guard moved away. Alarms were going. They went to the lift, maybe to get secure-line communications, and I made a break for it. They spotted me and started shooting. Our force started firing back and I got inside."

Gin's mission had upended the figurative teakettle. So it seemed.

"Mr. Jenrette says he doesn't know what's happened to the captain, except she didn't like the way things were going. She sent Mr. Jenrette back to report to us and the Guild took exception to him leaving. Whether she's been arrested or whether she's trying to reason with them, we have no idea. Meanwhile, by Mr. Jenrette's evidence, they were shooting at her bodyguard."

Jenrette was the last member of her bodyguard Sabin would send on a mission to report to Jase-no. Jase didn't believe it either.

"I got to the mast. I hoped I could get past the guard and get to the tube. I didn't know whether you could get anyone to cover me, sir, and I was afraid they'd tag me if I called. But it was getting to where I'd freeze to death if I didn't. Then the alarm happened."

"Sabin won't be using s.h.i.+p-com, I take it," Jase said, "for the same reason."

"There's a contact in the Security offices. Coursin is his name. Amin Coursin." Jenrette moved his arm and winced. "Soon as I get this arm seen to, I'm to deliver what I've told you and get back to that meeting point. I'll carry anything you want to tell her."

"In Shejidan," Jase said, "I learned one thing, Mr. Jenrette: if the person who told you to rendezvous is missing-don't use their contacts. That wouldn't be wise of you, to go there. And you use their contacts. That wouldn't be wise of you, to go there. And you are are experienced security." experienced security."

"I'm experienced security, and with all respect, captain, I'm not under your command. I'm under hers. I've delivered my message, for what little good it does now, and, again with all due respect, sir, I'm going back to her command, with or without medical treatment."

"Settle in. You're not going anywhere."

"I beg to differ, sir."

"I said settle down. Your fight is over, Mr. Jenrette. You may be Guild-"

"No, sir!"

"Aren't you? For that matter, isn't the senior captain, herself? d.a.m.ned brave of you-taking a hit for verisimilitude. But while we're not trusting suspect contacts, Mr. Jenrette, you have to be at the top of that list."

"Sir?" Jenrette started out of his chair.

Polano moved. So did Bren. And, on his feet, he held an atevi-made pistol aimed at Jenrette's middle, where even a non-professional couldn't miss. "Sit down."

Jenrette subsided back into his chair and sat there like a statue. Bren kept standing, glad Polano was there and armed.

"So we're at odds," Jase said. "But I think we've been operating at cross-purposes, Mr. Jenrette. I have my own theory about what's gone on to bring us to this situation. I think the Old Man was going back to take take Alpha, at least that those were the orders the Guild gave him. So the Guild wasn't totally surprised the s.h.i.+p was gone a while, was it? Our long absence only indicated to them that there'd had to be a change of administration at Alpha Station, possibly a messy change of administration." Alpha, at least that those were the orders the Guild gave him. So the Guild wasn't totally surprised the s.h.i.+p was gone a while, was it? Our long absence only indicated to them that there'd had to be a change of administration at Alpha Station, possibly a messy change of administration."

To take take Alpha Station, Alpha Station, their their station, Bren thought, certainly hadn't turned out to be a simple matter of sailing up and taking control. In the end, there'd been anything but Guild loyalty dominating the Captains' Council. station, Bren thought, certainly hadn't turned out to be a simple matter of sailing up and taking control. In the end, there'd been anything but Guild loyalty dominating the Captains' Council.

And increasingly one suspected Ramirez had worked at counter-purposes with the Guild, start to finish, and hadn't taken his orders from the Guild as any use to him.

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