Battlefield Earth Part 47

"What we've got to do now is reverse direction on the vein and drift along it into the mountain. It will be much faster since we can blast now.

"So rig this cage again so it doesn't slip and get to work mining up that vein. We have about sixty days left until Day 92. Probably we will have to deliver the gold by Day 86. So get going and hope!"

"And pray.", added the parson.

Chapter 2.

A very masterful Terl sat in the morning sunlight of his office, pen held in claws, carefully not trembling. He was about to write the report and round off his perfect crime.

His day was efficiently planned. He would write the report, get the latest recon pictures after the drone pa.s.sed over, and, if the animals were there, fire the drone. Zzt was nattering to anybody that would listen that it blocked the hangar firing gate and he could not get ore freighters in and out to service them, and so Terl would get Zzt to insist he fire it to save s.p.a.ce. Then he would see Ker and threaten him into being cooperative as the new Planet Head.

But Terl somehow felt unhappy. This morning sunlight, dancing across his rug, even though filtered by the colored lead gla.s.s of the canopy, was a reminder he was still on this accursed planet. Gone were his dreams of a wealthy Terl, living in luxury on Psychlo. But no matter. One had to do what one had to do.

For the tenth time he started to write the report. So far, he had not gotten through the first line of the heading, much less the report. Something was nagging him.

Ah, yes! He didn't have Jayed's badge or badge number! The agent had been reaching into his s.h.i.+rt, undoubtedly to show him the badge and identification disc of an I.B.I. operative. Also, if he knew the medical department, they had just dumped the bodies on the benches and he had better put them on ledges.

By plan he would have to have ten bodies. He now had five, counting the three guards that had blown themselves up. He sighed. It had been a beautiful plan: put the gold in the coffins, s.h.i.+p them home, and when he returned there, dig up the coffins some dark Psychlo night, melt them down, and lord it over everyone as a very rich fellow! Well, that was all finished now. The arrival of Jayed had ended it. And the treacherous animals had betrayed him.

He needed the badge and I.B.I. identification number. He would feel better if he cuffed Jayed's body a time or two. He picked up a breathe-mask and went out of the compound.

As he pa.s.sed the cage of the females he noticed a bundle of food and firewood had been left outside the gate. He gave it a kick and would have pa.s.sed on when he realized that "psychic powers" might prematurely alert the animals in the mountains. He shut off the electrical circuit with his remote, opened the cage door, and threw the bundle violently at the two females. It landed in their fire and the small one scrambled to salvage it before it burned. He noticed the other one was holding a stainless steel man-knife from some old ruin. He went over and wrested it out of her hand. Then, remembering "psychic powers," he attempted to pat her on the head.

She didn't seem to like it.

Terl put the knife in his belt, went out, reconnected the juice, and stuffed the remote in his breast pocket. The younger one was saying something in man-language, something undoubtedly harsh. Treacherous creatures, these animals. Well, all that would be handled soon. After the gas drone had done its work he'd be through with this pair. And good riddance.

He rumbled on down to the morgue, and sure enough the medicals had just dumped the bodies and not even on a bench! He turned on the lights, closed the door, and hoisted a thousand pounds of Numph onto a shelf. Even in death the old bungler looked stupid, an expression of amazement still on his face. Not all the blood had dried yet and Terl got it on his hands. He wiped them off on Numph's coat.

Jayed's body was surprisingly light, not more than seven hundred pounds. Terl plunked it down on a table and cuffed it.

"Blast you," said Terl to the corpse. "lf you hadn't shown up my future would have been a beautiful dream." He cuffed the face again.

Mange. The creature had mange. Terl looked at the corpse sourly. Then he reached over and, with clenched fangs, gripped its throat and choked it. He threw the head back and it hit the table with a thud. Terl cuffed it again.

He took hold of himself. He had to be calm, cool, competent. Where was the badge? He patted the jacket and couldn't feel any lump.

Maybe Jayed had carried the badge in his boots. Hollow soles were an I.B.I. specialty. He pulled the boots off and examined them. No hollow soles.

Blast it, the fellow carried his badge somewhere! Terl patted the ragged trousers. Nothing. He stood back from the corpse. What a pitiful spectacle this Jayed was! The clothes were full of holes. The fur was diseased.

Where was it! He had been reaching for something! Terl ripped the bloodied s.h.i.+rt and jacket with a jerk that bared the chest. He examined the rags that had torn off in his paws. Nothing in them. Then he noticed the chest. He stared.

The three horizontal bands! The brand of a criminal.

The rags fell from Terl's talons. He bent closer, staring at the chest.

No mistake.

The criminal brand.

He bent closer and sc.r.a.ped at it. No, it was actually burned in!

He gave it an expert appraisal. It was about a year old.

Hastily he turned and seized the right ankle of the corpse. Yes! The shackle scars, complete with the barb marks, of the imperial prison. A closer look. Also about a year old.

Terl backed up to the wall and stared at the corpse.

It was not an unfamiliar story. An official or an agent had committed a crime in the performance of duty or had been stupid enough to tamper with a crime committed by the aristocracy, had been drummed out of his position and thrown into the imperial prisons.

Suddenly Terl knew exactly what Jayed had done. He had used his talents to escape. He had forged papers as "Snit" and he had worked his way through the personnel lineup of Intergalactic Mining and gotten himself s.h.i.+pped to the farthest outpost of the company. Jayed had been on the run!

It hit Terl like a thunderbolt. Jayed had not been investigating anything here! Jayed was in hiding. His gesture to his chest was to show Terl the brand and put himself at Terl's mercy. And it would have worked! Terl could have used him in devious ways.

All these months of worry! All about nothing.

Terl looked at the pitiful, mangy creature on the table. It was a good thing the door was closed because for quite a while Terl couldn't stop laughing.

Chapter 3.

Once more that day, Terl was sitting at his desk. He was relaxed, at ease. There was a saucepan of kerbango there and he wasn't even chewing on it.

His pen moved easily on the report. This changed the whole thing. It was very simple.

Despite warning Numph to be watchful- copy of warning enclosed-due to the number of criminals in the work force, a criminal whose papers said his name was "Snit" had gotten into the offices with probable intent to rob and walked in on Numph, who had shot him. Before he died the criminal had shot Numph. Witnessed statements to hand and enclosed. The personnel department in the home office could possibly inst.i.tute physical examinations as this was the second branded criminal received in recent drafts of personnel. It was, of course, necessary for the company to make a profit and understandable that this was a very out-of-the-way planet, but it had only one security officer. But the matter was actually of no great importance, and one would not venture to criticize the practices of the home office since they knew what they were doing. Situation well in hand. A recently appointed deputy had competently a.s.sumed the duties of Planet Head. The crime was simple and routine. Bodies en route at next semiannual firing.

That was that. An expansive Terl finished packaging the evidence and picto-recorder discs. n.o.body would be interested anyway. He called Chirk and, with a playful paw on her rump, gave her the package to log and include in the dispatch box. She left and he glanced at the clock. He was overdue at the receiving machine. He went over to it and punched the coordinates of the pictures he wanted and they came whirring forth. He glanced at them casually: the drone firing schedule had to be confirmed. Yes, they were up there at the minesite, working with the cage....

Suddenly he sat forward and spread the pictures out.

They had a blade sc.r.a.per operating down at the bottom of the cliff, turning over the rubble! Yes! A crane was raising an ore net...what was that in the basket?

He punched rapid keys on the machine and got a closer-view picture. He looked at it. He looked at the a.n.a.lysis squiggle at the side: he didn't have to a.n.a.lyze that; he knew it! It was gold. gold.

They were recovering the lode out of the slide!

He stood up and examined the pictures more closely. What was this over at the side of the slide? Ah, the mangled remains of dead bodies. They'd lost a crew in the drift and with stupid sentimentality they were also digging them out. Why bother? They didn't have to s.h.i.+p them to home planet. Who cared about the corpses of animals? But wait, that meant they must have been up to the lode from behind.

And what were they doing with the cage? Still mining? Ah, pockets. They must have spotted another pocket on that vein up inside the mountain. The mining man in Terl told him that was a good possibility.

He looked at the gold in that ore net. Several hundred pounds of it? He crashed down in his chair and smiled. He began to chuckle.

That drone. He didn't have to fire it. It could wait till Day 93. Then for sure, but not now. No, by the c.r.a.p nebula, not now!

How wonderful he felt. It had been ages since his head hadn't ached. He reached out a paw. The talons were steady as bedrock.

Chapter 4.

Terl bounced up, pulsing with good cheer and energy. He grabbed some equipment and packages.

He still had a schedule, but it was different.

He sailed through the compound and into the office of the Planet Head.

Attendants had finished mopping up blood, but there were some stains left. The atmosphere was a bit sharp with cleaning fluids.

There sat Ker. The midget Psychlo looked a bit funny and depressed, lost in the immensity of the chair back of the vast square yardage of the desk.

"Good afternoon, Your Planets.h.i.+p," caroled Terl.

"Would you close the door, please?" said Ker faintly.

Terl took a probe out from under his arm and waved it about to make sure the place hadn't been bugged overnight. He was almost careless about it. He felt free!

"I'm not very popular," said Ker. "People haven't been very polite to me so far. They wonder why Numph appointed me his deputy. I wonder myself. I'm an operations officer, not an administrator. And now all of a sudden I'm head of the planet."

Terl, with a wonderful smile on his mouthbones, stepped closer. "Now what I'm going to tell you, Ker, I will deny emphatically I ever said, and there is no record and you'll forget this conversation."

Ker was instantly alert. As a hardened criminal he knew better than to trust security chiefs.

Ker wriggled in the chair that was too big for him.

"Numph," said Terl, "didn't appoint you."

Ker got very alert!

"I did," said Terl. "And as long as you do exactly what I tell you to do, without ever telling anyone I told you to do it, you will be fine. More than fine. Wonderful!"

"They'll just send in a new Planet Head on Day 92," said Ker. "That's only a couple of months off. And he'll find out if I've done anything wrong...yes, and he may find out I'm not welcome in certain universes."

"No, Ker. I don't think you'll be replaced. In fact, I am very, very certain you will not be. You're good for this post for years."

Ker was wary and puzzled, but Terl seemed so confident that he listened cautiously.

Terl opened an envelope and fanned out the evidence he had gathered on Numph. Ker looked at it with slowly widening eyes.

"A hundred-million-credit-a-year swindle," said Terl. "Of which Numph got half. You're not only here for years but you'll be rich enough when you do go home to buy your record clean and live in luxury."

The Psychlo midget studied it. It was a little hard to grasp at first. Nipe, Numph's nephew, was crediting full pay to the employees of this planet but was in fact diverting half the pay and all the bonuses into private accounts for himself and Numph. He finally got that. All he had to do was to continue to deny bonuses and pay only half-pay.

"Why are you doing this?" said Ker. "Do you get a slice of this? Is that it?"

"Oh, no. I don't even want a quarter of a credit of it. It 's all yours. But, of course, I am really doing it because I am your friend. Haven't I always protected you?"

"You've got enough blackmail on me already to get me vaporized," said Ker. "Why this, too?"

"Now, Ker," said Terl reprovingly. Then he decided it was time to level. "I want you to issue any order I tell you to, and to give me an order in six months to go home."

"That's fine," said Ker. "I can even issue orders not to countermand any orders you issue. But I still don't see that I won't be relieved in two months."

Terl got down to business. "This is the code Numph used. Vehicles-in-use numbers. You won't be relieved. Nipe, his nephew, has influence. This is your first coded message to Nipe." He put it on the desk, reminding himself to destroy his own handwritten version as soon as Ker had it encoded in his.

The message said: "Numph a.s.sa.s.sinated by escaped criminal. New situation created. He appointed me especially to carry on. Arrangements are as always. Deposit his share to my numbered account Galaxy Trust Company. Condolences. Happy future a.s.sociation. Ker."

"I don't have a numbered account," said Ker.

"You will, you will. I have all the papers for you and they will go out in the next transs.h.i.+pment. Foolproof."

Ker looked back at the message. For the first time since the murders he began to smile. He sat back, seeming to get bigger. Suddenly he reached forward and slapped paws with Terl, symbolizing full-hearted agreement.

When Terl left him, Ker had swelled up so much he was practically filling the chair.

The only reservation Terl had, as he swept on to his next scheduled action, was that the dim-witted little midget might overreach himself with pomposity and make some clownish mistake. But he'd keep an eye on him. He'd keep a close eye on him. And who cared what happened to Ker once Terl was off this planet!

Any potential alliance Jonnie might have had with Ker was wholly and totally severed.

Chapter 5.