Long View - Rissa And Tregare Part 19

The s.h.i.+p's ramp came down; at the top, holding a gun, 138.

stood Limmer. Rissa saw no movement elsewhere. "Bran- shall we go?"

After a moment he nodded. "Anybody that's left, sure as peace isn't organized. Let's move."

As they reached groundside a man, coming from behind Carcharodon, ran toward them.

Tregare's gun swung toward him-so did Limmer's. Then Rissa shouted. "No!" and pulled at Bran's weapon. "It's Osallin!"

Limmer had fired once, but the steep downward angle sent his shot high. Now he raised the gun and waved it. "Sorry! I didn't know. . ."

Now Rissa ran to meet her friend; she saw blood on his face, but even with a slight limp he moved briskly. They met, embraced.

"Osallin, it's so good- Iwas afraid-are you all right?"

"Yes, Tari-a half dozen of us fought our way groundside, got clear just before the blowup.

The others-" He shook his head. "I don't know. We got separated."

His one hand held an envelope. "Here-I told you- Erika ..." Then he looked past her. "Sniper!" He pushed her headlong to the ground. Above her she heard the hissing crash of an energy gun-then, nearer to hand, another one, and the bark of Limmer's projectile weapon. Dazed for a moment, she listened to the ringing silence that followed.

Slowly she rolled and came to her feet.

Heat rose from Tregare's gun. "Got the b.a.s.t.a.r.d," he said, "or Limmer did-maybe both of us. But your friend ..."

Osallin lay on his side, face turned upward, one leg twitching rhythmically. Rissa knelt beside him. "Osallin-are you. . .?"

His smile was quiet; he could have been resting. But then she saw the cords standing out in his neck, and looked closer to see the charred smoking circle low on the right side of his abdomen. She gasped-energy guns!-there would be a matching circle on his back, and between them ...

"No pain yet," he said. "But soon-can you free my arm? It's pinned under me, and there's something-"

Gently she worked the arm loose for him; his hand still held the envelope, now charred :at one corner. "Here," and she took it. "Now, then-" While he talked, his fingers worked at the flap of his s.h.i.+rt collar. "I'm afraid the s.h.i.+p-Deuces 139.

Wild-is a dead loss. Rather than let the attackers have it, Hoad blew the drive."

"No," said Tregare. "If he'd done that, every s.h.i.+p here would be knocked flat."

Osallin worked a small pellet free of the collar flap and waved his hand. "All right-not blown in a s.p.a.cer's meaning, but melted to slag. The exciter, when it runs wild-"

"Yes, I know! Peralta-that peacefouler's cost me a s.h.i.+p!" Then Tregare, too, looked closely at Osallin. "But I'll worry about that later." He stepped back.

Rissa looked at him as Osallin said, "Aren't you going to look at Erika's report?"

"I-I will do that later, also. There will be time."

Osallin nodded. "Then you know. Ah, I wish . . ." He brandished the pellet. "When the pain-you won't stop me?"

"Osallin! Is there no chance?" She did not cry with lungs or body, but tears ran down her cheeks.

"With this!" He gestured toward his mutilated side. "I know some anatomy, Tan."

"In-in this place, Osallin, my true name is safe."

He smiled again. "I'm glad . . . Rissa. Did you ever know my first name? It's Bret."

"Bret." She moved to take his hand-then, seeing fear in his face, clasped the shoulder instead. She shook her head. "No, Bret Osallin-I would not interfere. I only-"

"Of course. I should have known. Hold my hand, then, unti l. .."

She did; for a while they spoke. Then he said, "It's time. I don't care to scream."

Squatting on her heels, she leaned to kiss him, and kept her hand to his cheek as he put the pellet in his mouth and bit through it. For a moment his smile stretched to grimace; then the features slacked into repose. He gasped once and did not breathe again.

TASTINGsalt tears, Rissa sat until Tregare's hand on her shoulder recalled her to present needs. "Rissa-there could be other snipers. Limmer and I have been eyeballing the perimeter, but that's no guarantee. We'd better-"

"Yes, of course." She stood; they walked toward Lefthand Thread.

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"You going to read your report from Erika?" She opened the envelope. In the glare of lights she looked at the enclosure and shook her head. "What's the matter?"

"The corner that's burned away, Bran-that was the introductory code group, the key. Without it there is no way I can decode this report."

"But-peace take us! It could be important!" She shrugged. "There will be other reports, Bran-but never another Osallin." "No-nor another Jargy Hoad. He was..."

"But you do not yet know that he is dead." "If he killed his s.h.i.+p-and he did-he went with it." For the rest of the way they were silent. Then, up the ramp and inside- Limmer sealed s.h.i.+p, the two in turn shook hands with him-Rissa turned to Tregare.

"Bran? We forgot to clothe ourselves."

He laughed-shuddering, a release of tension. "I could've used bandages-the d.a.m.ned harness rubbed me raw." He turned to Limmer. "Can you fix me up? I guess we could use robes, too." "Sure, captain. Follow me, you both?"

TREGARE robed and bandaged, Rissa wearing a coverall, they sat with Limmer to a belated evening meal. For a few minutes he left them. Returning, he said, "Deuces Wild is dead, all right-and Hoad with it, and all his officers. Some crew survived-a couple of dozen, about- after they wiped out Peralta's contingent."

Limmer sat, and continued. "Groundside's b.u.t.toned up pretty well-enough that my crew and Raoul's have started piling the dead ones far enough away to burn tomorrow with- out stinking us out, here.''

Rissa half-stood. "No-not Osallin!"

Limmer's brows raised; then he shook his head. "I wish I'd thought. I should have, I suppose-but so many of our own, too, and all we can do is get rid of them. I'm sorry."

Before Rissa could answer, Tregare said, "What about the wounded?"

"Our medics are doing what they can. Now then-there's still a few stragglers skulking around the outskirts, but no 141.

sniping. What's your pleasure there, captain?"

Tregare said, "Put somebody on the squawkbox-announce amnesty for any that surrender." He took a last bite of food, chewed and swallowed it before asking, "Any word of my men?"

"A squad of Peralta's-holed up in the south warehouse-claim to have them and some others as hostages. They're demanding terms you won't like.''

Tregare's hand chopped air. "Then don't tell me. Can you put me through to them?"

Limmer nodded, and punched b.u.t.tons on the intercom. "Can't guarantee a good connection, but try it."

"All right." Tregare moved to the unit. "You in the warehouse-this is Tregare. Do you hear me?" Faintly, barely audible over shouts of insult and defiance, they heard a "yes."

Tregare's mouth formed a snarl. He said, "You can listen to me and maybe live, or keep yelling from empty heads until I find time to kill you. It's your choice." After a few scattered cries, silence answered him. "All right-that's a start. Peralta's dead-and, if you haven't noticed, so are most of your groundside gunmen. Now-here are my terms- "Put all weapons outside and let my people come in. I hear you have hostages. You'll be permitted to live in the proportion that they're alive. Unless you try resistance-in that case you all die!"

He beat his fist against the table. "Make no mistake-I've had enough of this! Now-what do you say?"

There was sound of confusion-hubbub-then a voice spoke. "There was a dozen of us got cut off in here. And ten hostages-two died, but not by us-they were wounded and we've got no medics. We lost three of our own that way, too. Where does that leave us?" A pause, then the voice added, "Peralta didn't give us much choice, you know."

Before Tregare could answer, Rissa stepped forward. "May I speak with Hain Deverel or Anse Kenekke?"

"Who? Just a minute-oh, you mean Tregare's men. Yeah, they're here." Less distinctly, as though turned away from the intercom, the voice said, "You, there-the one that's not hurt-come answer the woman."

Then; "Kenekke here. Hain's not walking so good but he'll be all right. Instructions, captain?"

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Tregare said, "You're in charge, Anse. Get all weapons jettisoned outdoors, then line up Peralta's troops-to our right, as we come in. Our people to the left. You stay at the box; if there's any loose-stringing tried, give a yell. But if that man told the truth about the casualties, I'm killing no one. Got it?"

"Right, skipper." Tregare set the intercom to receive-only.

"Limmer-how soon can you have a team over there?"

"Right away. I held one landing party in reserve. Back in a minute." When he had left, Tregare turned to Rissa.

"Shakes well, do you think?"

"Yes, Bran-I see no mistakes."

"Good. Now let me check with Vanois." Using the channel through Limmer's control room relay he reached Carcharo-don; questions and answers were brief. "All right, Raoul," Tregare concluded, "stay b.u.t.toned a little longer and keep No Return's ramp covered until you hear from me."

He turned to Rissa. "Now comes the big one." Throwing two switches, he spoke into the unit. There was a pause; then a voice answered.

"Gowdy speaking. This is a savage night, Tregare."

"Not by my choosing."

"I suppose not. Well, what do you want of me?"

"What do you offer?"

"Peralta's dead, isn't he? For you to be alive, he has to be. All right-I'll open my s.h.i.+p to you and meet you groundside, with as many or few of us as you decide-none armed, of course."

"And aboard-how many are armed?"

"All were. But we had a skirmish here-a nasty one-and all Peralta's side are dead or locked up. I'll empty the s.h.i.+p totally, if you like. And hostages-me included-can precede you when you board."

"Gowdy-why do you offer so much?"

"We've both had our fill of treachery. I offer only what I'd ask, in your place."

As though she could see him, he nodded. "I accept. Wait while I clear it with Vanois-he's covering your ramp. When he puts a spotlight on it, it's safe to come out."

Quickly he called Carcharodon and confirmed the arrangement. When Limmer returned, Tregare borrowed trousers and shoes. Then, to Rissa, he said, "Do you want to come along?"

"Do you think I would stay behind?"

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RISSA had seen Hilaire Gowdy occasionally but had exchanged only a few words with her.

Now she watched the tall, heavily built woman walk down the ramp and approach. Her crew- what was left of it-lined up alongside the s.h.i.+p, hands held in plain view. Limmer's men moved down the line, searching them.

Not merely heavy, the woman was badly overweight. Beside the large, hooked nose her cheeks bulged. Her graying red hair-curly, an untamed mop-she pushed back with one hand; she reached the other out to shake Tregare's. "Captain, I'd better explain my position- then you can decide."

"All right. Where do you want to start?"

"With Escape, when you helped us take the s.h.i.+p. Then and after, my loyalty was Peralta's. Not yours-only he swore that. So although I knew some of his plans, I couldn't tell you."

"Some of them?"

With no indication of humor, the woman grinned. "He planned every way he could think of-and kept changing his mind. First-to get a couple of working turrets and take off with men in suits manning them, to disable Limmer's weapons before he could get us. Then you held the projectors back-spotted the bulkhead seals, 1 expect. I told him you probably would."

Rissa looked to Tregare. "That was the trick you thought of? "He nodded.

Gowdy continued. "A couple of other ideas, he'd have needed help with-he sure wouldn't have got it from Lim-mer or Vanois, so he dropped those. Until today, I really thought he was going to play it fair-and I think maybe he did, too."

She frowned. "But this morning he got with the bunch we picked up on Tweedle. I knew something was up but he wouldn't say what. Then all h.e.l.l popped, groundside, and he tore up your aircar to load the projector and power pack. He barely made it off the ground with that load-d.a.m.ned near crashed on the first ridge."

She clasped her hands together, moving one over the other. "I didn't know what to do. I locked myself in the control room to think. Then I decided my oath wasn't binding-not to 144.

a man who was breaking his own. So I tried to call you-not to say exactly what he was doing, but just to get away from there, and that here wasn't safe either. But it didn't matter-scrambled or clear, I couldn't reach you."

"Not your fault-your scramble was turned off, my end. And-h.e.l.l, I forgot to switch the clear channels into the cabin!"

"I see." She turned to Rissa. "When you called, I figured Jimar for dead, but I couldn't be sure. If he'd killed Tregare, you see, there could be a catfight-him and Limmer and Vanois. Or the whole thing just break up, everybody going separate ways. And there I sat-s.h.i.+p unarmed and its nose torn open-and Limmer ready to put a missile in me if I tried to lift. So I couldn't commit myself to anything-not then."

"And now?" said Rissa.

"If he-Tregare, if you'll have me in your command, I'm your person, and No Return is your s.h.i.+p."

"One thing first," said Tregare. "I killed Jimar." Rissa turned to him; he grasped her shoulder. "I gave the order- I'm responsible. I want to know how you feel about that, Hilaire."

She shook her head. "He was out to kill you; there's no blame. If you mean my personal feelings, it's a long time since Jimar and I were lovers. He turned to younger women when we were still with UET and I wasn't fat. We stayed friends, but that's all. He didn't give me First Hat as any favor-I earned it."

"All right." Tregare nodded and reached to her. "Shake hands on it, then-Captain Gowdy."