Asteroid Wars - The Precipice Part 34
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"All right," he said at last. "Back to Plan A, then. I'll go to the office after this f.o.o.kin' show and you call me there. Okay?"
"Yes. Fine. Thank you."
"Sure you don't want some protection?"
She considered his offer for several heartbeats, then said, "Thanks, but I won't need it. And I've got my work to consider. I can't run the lab from an Astro guest suite."
"Okay," said George. "But if you change your mind, just holler."
Martin Humphries was reclining in his favorite chair, watching a home video of his own performance, when the phone buzzed. Irked, he glanced at the console and saw that it was his emergency line. He snapped his fingers, and the wallscreen lit up to show the woman he'd sent to follow Cardenas. She was a nondescript clerk from Astro Corporation's communications department who needed extra money to bring her younger sister up from the ravaged ruins of Moldavia.
"Well?" Humphries demanded.
"She talked with George Ambrose and then went back to the show."
"You have video?"
"Yes, of course."
"Well let me see it," he snapped.
The woman's face was replaced by a slightly jittery video of Cardenas talking earnestly with Randolph's body-guard, that big Australian.
"They went back to the show together?"
The woman's face reappeared on the screen. "No, separately. He had another woman with him."
Glancing at the digital clock on his desk, Humphries asked, "When does the show end?"
"I don't know."
Stupid cow, he fumed silently. Aloud, he commanded, "Stay with her. I'm going to send a couple of men to pick her up. Keep your phone on and they'll home in on the signal. That way, even if they don't get there before the show's over they can find you-and her."
"It is not allowed to keep the phone on during the performance," the woman replied.
"I don't care what's allowed and what isn't! Keep your phone on and stay with Dr. Cardenas or I'll have you s.h.i.+pped back to Moldavia!"
Her eyes widened with sudden fear. "Yes, sir," she said. Sullenly.
"How's the leak?" Dan asked.
He'd been fidgeting around in the wardroom for hours, trying not to pop into the bridge and bother the pilots. But a leak in the superconductor's coolant scared Dan. Without the superconductor they could be fried by the next solar storm.
So when Amanda left the bridge, Dan asked about the leak.
She looked surprised at his question. "Leak?"
"In the coolant line."
"Oh, that. It's nothing much. Pancho will go EVA after turnaround and patch it."
"Just Pancho?" Dan asked. "By herself?"
"It's only a tiny leak," Amanda said lightly. "Pancho decided it won't need both of us out there."
Dan nodded and got up from his chair. "Think I'll go aft and see what Fuchs is doing." If I just sit here I'll turn myself into a nervous wreck, he added silently.
Fuchs was back in the sensor bay, humming tunelessly to himself as he bent over a worktable strewn with parts from an infrared scanner.
"Did it break down?" Dan asked.
Fuchs looked up at him, a pleased smile on his broad face. "No, no," he said. "I decided to upgrade its sensitivity so we could get better data at long range."
"We're going to turn around soon. You'll have to get all these loose parts stowed away safely or they'll slide off the table."
"Oh, I should be finished by then."
"Really?"
With a glance that was part surprise at having his word questioned, and part pride in his abilities, Fuchs said, "Of course."
He bent over his work again, stubby thick fingers handling the delicate parts with the precision of a well-trained mechanic. Dan watched him for a while, then quietly left the man to himself. As he started back to his privacy cubicle, he saw Amanda heading along the narrow pa.s.sage toward him.
"Going to help Pancho suit up?" he asked. "I can -"
"Oh, there's plenty of time for that," Amanda said brightly. "I thought I'd pop in on Lars for a few minutes and help him get prepared for turnaround."
Dan felt his brows inch upward. "Something going on between you two?" he asked.
She looked genuinely surprised. "Lars is a complete gentleman," Amanda said with great dignity. "And even though you may not believe it, I know how to behave like a lady."
She brushed past Dan, chin high, radiating disdain.
Dan grinned at her retreating back. Something's going on, all right, even if Fuchs doesn't know it yet.
TURNAROUND.
On my mark," Pancho's voice came through the intercom, "turnaround in thirty minutes. Mark." Mark." Dan sat up in his bunk. He had just drifted to sleep, it seemed, after staring at the compartment's overhead for what had felt like hours. We're well inside the Belt, he thought. The s.h.i.+p's working fine. We're heading for the outer reaches to scout around for a good, solid M-type body. Dan sat up in his bunk. He had just drifted to sleep, it seemed, after staring at the compartment's overhead for what had felt like hours. We're well inside the Belt, he thought. The s.h.i.+p's working fine. We're heading for the outer reaches to scout around for a good, solid M-type body.
And there's a leak in the coolant that keeps the superconductor cooled down enough to maintain the magnetic field around us that protects us from the hard radiation of solar storms. Sounds like the house that Jack built, he said to himself, trying to shake the feeling of foreboding that plagued him.
He grabbed a fresh pair of coveralls and marched to the lav. I need a shower and a shave, he thought. And you need to get that leak fixed, a voice in his head reminded.
He wished it didn't bother him so much. Pancho wasn't worried about it; neither was Amanda.
d.a.m.ned good-looking woman, Amanda, he thought. Even in loose-fitting coveralls she's dynamite. Better make it a cold shower.
The only tricky part of the turnaround maneuver was that they had to shut down the main thrusters. Not the fusion reactor itself; the procedure was to kill the s.h.i.+p's thrust during turnaround, and use the reactor's exhaust gases to turn the s.h.i.+p by venting a fraction of the exhaust through maneuvering jets set into the sides of the propulsion module.
Dan headed up to the bridge after his shower. Both pilots were in their places. No music was playing.
"All systems ready for turnaround," Amanda murmured. "Check, all systems go," Pancho replied.
Standing behind their chairs, Dan asked, "Where's Fuchs?"
"Prob'ly still in the sensor bay," Pancho said, "playin' with his toys."
Amanda frowned slightly as she touched the comm screen. "Turnaround in five minutes," she announced.
Glancing over her shoulder, Pancho said, "Boss, you oughtta find a chair."
He scowled at her. "I've been in micro-g before, kid." Before you were born, he almost added.
He could see Pancho grinning in her reflection on the port in front of her. "Okay, you're the boss. Footloops on the deck and handgrips on the overhead."
"Aye-aye, skipper," Dan said, grinning back at her.
"Thrust cutoff in two minutes," Amanda called out.
"Two minutes. Check."
When the main thrusters cut off, Dan felt completely at ease. The feeling of gravity dwindled away to nothing, and he floated off the deck slightly. Grabbing one of the handgrips, he hung there and watched the pilots working their touchscreens.
"How's Fuchs doin' back there?" Pancho asked.
Amanda tapped the central screen and it showed Fuchs strapped into the fold-up chair in the sensor bay, looking a little pasty-faced but otherwise okay.
"Maneuver thrust in two minutes," Amanda said.
"Check," Pancho replied.
Dan worked his feet into the loops on the deck without letting go of the overhead handgrips. The maneuvering jets fired and he felt as if somebody suddenly shoved him from one side. He remembered from childhood his first ride in a people-mover at some airport: he'd been standing facing the doors, and when the train lurched into movement he'd nearly toppled over sideways. Only the grownups crowded around him had prevented him from falling.
"Phew," Pancho said, "this bird turns like a supertanker: slow and ugly."
"You're not flying a little flitter now," Dan said.
"Turn rate is on the curve," Amanda pointed out, tracing the curve on the touchscreen with a manicured fingertip. Her screen's background showed the white cliffs of Dover.
"Uh-huh," said Pancho. "Still feels like we're pus.h.i.+n' freight."
Amanda said, "We are: all that deuterium and helium-three."
The fuel weighs a lot, Dan realized. Funny. You think of hydrogen and helium as being light, almost weightless. But we've got tons of the stuff in our tanks. Dozens of tons.
There was nothing much to see through the port. No panoply of stars swinging past. No asteroids in sight. Nothing but emptiness.
"Where's the Sun?" Dan heard himself ask.
Pancho chuckled. "It's there, boss. Hasn't gone away. We're just angled up too much to see it through the winds.h.i.+eld, that's all."
As if in confirmation, a stream of light glowed through the port.
"Sunrise in the swamp," Pancho called out.
Dan felt another sideways surge of thrust, pus.h.i.+ng from the opposite direction.
"Turnaround maneuver complete," said Amanda.
"Flow to main thrusters," Pancho said, working the touchscreens.
"Main thrusters, confirmed."
Weight returned to the bridge. Dan settled back onto the deck.
Amanda smiled happily. "On course and on velocity vector."
"Hot spit!" Pancho exclaimed. "Now let's see how that leak is doin'."
Kris Cardenas almost made it back to her own apartment before two young men in dark business suits caught up with her.
"Dr. Cardenas?"
She turned. The man who had called her name was taller than his partner, slim and lithe, sallow complexion, his dark hair cropped into a buzz cut. The other was huskier, blond, pink-cheeked.
"Come with us, please," said the dark one.
"Where? Why? Who are you?"
"Mr. Humphries wants to see you."
"Now? At this hour? It's-"
"Please," said the blond, slipping a dead-black pistol from inside his jacket.
"It fires tranquilizing darts," said the dark one. "But you wake up with a b.i.t.c.hing headache. Don't make us use it on you."
Cardenas looked up and down the corridor. The only other person in sight was a mousy little woman who immediately turned away and started walking in the opposite direction.
"Now," said the blond, pointing his pistol at her.
Asteroid Wars - The Precipice Part 34
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