Partnership. Part 23

AsmeMcCaffrey & evidence against you and me both. Do you fed that grate- ful to him for doing his best to put you in prison?"

"I've already killed once," Fa.s.sa said. "That's enough for me. What's that?"

"Antibiotic spray. Relax," Alpha told her. "We had our chance to get rid of some evidence, you blew it, it's too late now. Got that freak of a general and the old fert brawn peering over our shoulders, ready to slap me with a malpractice suit on top of everything else.

I'll do my best to patch your detective up for you - and my best," she added with simple pride that was quite undiminished by her criminal record, "my best, Fa.s.sa dear, is very good indeed."

It was, too. Within the hour Sev was reclining on pil- lows, sipping camtea loaded with so much sugar and chalker that it was hardly recognizable, and explaining to Forister and Micaya the extent of what he'd un- covered on Shemali and why he'd been in such desperate straits when Nancia landed.

"I made a few mistakes," he admitted with a grimace. "Disguising myself as a prisoner on an in- coming transport seemed like the only way to slip onto Shemali unnoticed. It worked, too. But there were a few things I hadn't counted on after that."

Sev had expected his faked "prison" records, show- ing expertise in metachip mathematics and computer network operation, to earn him a prison job some- where in the administration, where he'd have a chance to poke around in Polyon's records and find what he was looking for. The position he was a.s.signed to looked promising - but as soon as he started his search, everything had gone wrong.

"Ah - you didn't say exacdy what you were looking for on ShemaU," Forister hinted courteously.

Sev took a long gulp of his scalding camtea, coughed, gasped, and lay back looking a little weaker.

"Not important. Important thing is, more going on255.

than you can guess from outside. Don't have it all myself... but enough...."

Polyon's entire computer system was laced with coded traps and alarms; the first time Sev tried to ac- cess secure data, Polyon and his trusties were alerted and caught him in the act before he'd more than downloaded a handful of innocuous records. Sev then showed them his Central Worlds pa.s.s and explained that he was on an investigative mission having nothing to do with Polyon or Shemali.

"They didn't believe me," he sighed. "Even though it happened to be true."

"Then what were you doing?" Micaya Questar-Benn demanded.

"Later." Sev went on with his story. The trusties had beaten him up, stripped him, located and disabled the thin sliver of spyderplate which he'd meant to use as a distress beacon to Nancia in case he got into trouble.

"Those things are supposed to start emitting an all-fre- quencies distress signal hooking into the Net if they're damaged," Sev complained. "So at first I wasn't too worried. But then when you didn't come, and it got to be two days, I thought I might be on my own."

"De Gras-Waldheim must know some way to disable them," Forister nodded.

"Reasonable," Nancia put in from the speaker. "He invented them. They're essentially single-purpose hyperchips - and n.o.body knows more about hyper- chips than Polyon."

Sev's next discovery was that Polyon had stepped up the new plants' production of hyperchips by ignoring all safety precautions. Sent to the hyperchip burnoff lines, where prisoners' life expectancy amid the clouds of nerve-destroying gas could be measured in days rather than years, Sev had resolved to make a break for freedom when the first s.h.i.+p touched down on Shemali - espe- cially when he recognized the slim lines of Nancia's 256.

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Courier Service hull behind the disguising frieze of OG s.h.i.+pping logos and mauve stripes. The escape hadn't been too difficult; all the other prisoners had been ter- rorized out of even thinking about escape, and the guards were lazy and careless and unwilling to spend much time in the burnoffrooms.

"And besides," finished Forister with a grin, "n.o.body would expect a prisoner on the run to go to an OG s.h.i.+pping drone for help. Nancia, your paint job has served us well. I don't suppose you'd consider keeping it after this is over?"

"Most certainly not!" Nancia told him. "And it wouldn't work, anyway. When we've finished in the Nyota system, there won't be any more OG s.h.i.+pping.

But-what do we do now?"

SeVs story had demonstrated enough irregularities to justify arresting Polyon twice over. But he was just one man, with no datacordings or comp uter records to exhibit in proofofhis story. If they took Polyon away now without making sure of their evidence, Sev predicted that Shemali would be cleaned up by the time they got back.

"Impossible," said Forister with feeling.

Sev nodded weakly. "Not the planet's surface, I grant you. But you can be sure there'll be nothing in- side the factories for an investigative committee to quarrel with. It'll all be clean a.s.sembly lines, strict safety features."

"And the prisoners who've already been damaged by exposure to acids and gases?"

"I don't think," said Sev somberly, "that any of them will be able to testify by that time."

"Then we'll have to go down now and get the evidence," Forister said.

Sev shook his head. "Won't work. He's clever - there's a VIP tour arranged - the disfigured prisoners and the dangerous work lines are all kept well out of sight. Mostly at the secondary plants hidden backplanet I know how to find one of the worst plants.

I was there. But without me, he'll whisk you from one end of the central prison factory to the other, and you won't see anything, and every time you try to turn around there'll be six guards in your way. I'll have to go with you." He tried to raise himself from the pil- ows, started coughing and fell back again.

"You can't!" Fa.s.sa exclaimed.

"May have to," said Micaya Questar-Benn. "Duty."

She and Sev nodded at one another. "You two,** she jerked her head at Fa.s.sa and Alpha - back to your cabins now. Nothing to do with you - shouldn't have let you hear this much."

"Wait!" Fa.s.sa cried as Forister took her by the arm.

"There has to be another way. It won't work, taking Sev with you, can't you see that? Even if he were stronger, the sight of his face will warn Polyon at once that there's something wrong. None of you-none of us will get away alive."

"Oh, come now," said Forister gendy. "Your friend can't be that dangerous."

Fa.s.sa's face hardened. "If you don't believe me, ask the others. Alpha?"

Alpha bint Hezra-Fong nodded once, reluctandy.

Fa.s.sa looked up at the room sensor. "Nancia, can you connect us with Blaize and Darnell? Just for a moment?"

Both men agreed with Fa.s.sa's a.s.sessment of the situation.

"Then whatom we do?" Forister demanded. "d.a.m.n it, I'm not going to turn tail and run off-planet for fear of some spoiled High Families brat who's got hold of some dangerous toys!"

"I think," Fa.s.sa said slowly, "that you're going to use me." She was very pale. "Take Alpha back to her cabin, and I'll explain what I think we can do." She looked apologetically at Alpha.

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"Traitor! When Polyon finds out-"

Fa.s.sa's lips were pinched. She was not pretty at all now. But she was almost beautiful, in a cold remote way. "I'll have to take that chance, won't I?"

"Better you than me," Alpha said. She turned to go.

"All right. Lock me up. I don't even want to hear this plan. Maybe he won't hold it against me, if I'm not even here when you discuss it." She didn't sound too hopeful of that.

When Fa.s.sa explained her plan, there was a brief silence while Forister,NanciaandMicaya all thought.i.t over.

"You think he'll fell for it?" Forister queried.

"He thinks Nancia is an OG drone," Fa.s.sa pointed out "He believes her pa.s.sengers cremated Sev for being a nuisance; if he hadn't swallowed that story, believe me, we'd be hearing from him by now." She gave them a strained smile. "Murderers in the escort of OG s.h.i.+pping - what better credentials could you have? And with me to front the introductions-"

"I won't let you!" Sev said hoa.r.s.ely.

"Fa.s.sa stays on board Nancia," Micaya interrupted.

"That's understood." She looked at the girl. "No of- fense, Fa.s.sa. But from the s.h.i.+p, we can monitor what you say. And I think you'd better wear these." She bent over briefly, fiddled with the prosthesis replacing her left leg, and straightened with two lengths of s.h.i.+ning, thread-fine wire. "Hold out your wrists."

Fa.s.sa obeyed and Micaya encircled each wrist with a length of the wire. Where she twisted the ends shut, the wires seemed to collapse and seal invisibly upon themselves.

"Tanglefield? Is that really necessary?"

Micaya nodded. "Security measure, no more. Field won't be activated unless we run into trouble on Shemali. Clear, Nancia?"

"Affirmed."

Micaya touched her synthetic arm. "I've got a port- able tanglefield generator built in here," she told Forister. "Might come in handy on Shemali. Want some wires?"

Forister took a handful of the gleaming wires and regarded them dubiously. "I prefer to solve my problems more elegandy than this."

"Me, too." Micaya tugged her dark green pants leg down over the prosthesis. "Isn't always possible, though. Everybody tells me there'll be terrible political complications if we harm a hair on the head of this High Families brat. So ..." She patted her prosthetic leg again and straightened. "I've stashed the needier.

Agree with you, taking him out straightaway would be simpler, but you insisted on doing this by the book."

"That wasn't," Forister said, "quite what I meant by an elegant solution."

Micaya regarded him with a hint of amus.e.m.e.nt on her solemn, dark face. "Know it. Usually is the most 'elegant' way, though. Leave little tyrants to run loose, they grow up into big tyrants. Then you get the Capel- lan mess, or something like. Wars," she pointed out, "aren't elegant." She nodded once to Fa.s.sa, by way of apology. "Understand, not accusing you of treachery, just not taking chances. Want you to be warned - "

"That a secret signal to Polyon will do me more harm than good," Fa.s.sa finished calmly. "You don't trust me. That's all right. / wouldn't trust me, either."

She was white to the lips now, and her hands were shaking, but she led the way from the medtech room without pausing.

Nancia could see that Sev was fretting enough to damage himself by trying to go after them, so she switched displays to give him visual and auditory sen- sor taps to the main cabin.

Fa.s.sa was still pale when Nancia initiated the signal se- quence that would open a comm link with planetside authorities, but she managed the promised introduc- 260.tions with perfect composure. For Polyon's benefit Forister and Micaya became Forrest Perez and Qualia Benton, a pair of potential hyperchip customers with cash to invest in the operation. She hinted delicately that "Qualia Benton" was really a high-ranking general from Central, and Micaya started forward to stop her. Forister laid one hand on Micaya's arm. "Trust the young lady, Mic," he murmured. "She has - er - more experience in this sort of thing than you or I."

So it proved. Far from being alarmed by Micaya's military standing, Polyon accepted her presence with Fa.s.sa, on an OG s.h.i.+p, as proof that she was as corrupt as his friends. And he was clearly delighted to have made the contact. Within minutes he was arranging to meet Fa.s.sa's "friends" and give them a tour of the newest hyperchip plant "I don't know why, but Polyon's always been eager to get more hyperchips sold to the military," Fa.s.sa told the others after she cut the contact. "It's not the money, either; he offered s.p.a.ce Academy a cut rate once, but the Ration Board stopped him. 1 knew your rank would be the thing to draw him in, Micaya. A back door into the military supply system is Polyon's dream."

"I suppose he wants to impress his old teachers and cla.s.smates by making sure they all use his inventions,"

Forister surmised.

Nancia was confused. "But surely he doesn't imagine that selling hyperchips on the black market is the way to high standing in the Academy?"

AU three softpersons laughed tolerandy, and Nancia heard a weak chuckle from the sensor link to the med- tech cabin where Sev rested. "Investigate the sources of a few High Families fortunes some time, Nancia," Sev recommended to her. "Money washes dean of most any taint-and more rapidly than you'd believe possible."

"Not," Nancia said, "in the Academy. And not in House Perez y de Gras, either."261.

Nancia fussed over Forister and Micaya until the last minute, fitting them out with contact b.u.t.tons, spyderplates, and every other remote protection device she could think of. "I don't know what good you think this will do," Forister complained. "De Gras-Waldheim disabled Sev's spyderplate without alerting anybody, didn'the?"

"Sev didn't have me monitoring him," Nancia pointed out.

She should have confined Fa.s.sa to her cabin before the other two left, but she didn't have the heart to.

"Somebody should stay with Sev," Fa.s.sa pleaded.

"Oh, let the child stay with him," Forister put in unex- pectedly. "She's not worth much as a hostage anyway. If even half of what Sev told us about the hyperchip factory conditions is true, Polyon de Gras-Waldheim is a mur- derer a dozen times over who'd think nothing of sacrificing a s.h.i.+p full ofhis former friends."

Fa.s.sa nodded. "Yes, that's about right. Except - I wouldn't say he'd 'think nothing of it.' He'd probably enjoy it."

"Why didn't any of you tell us about Polyon before this?" Nancia demanded. "You were all babbling your stupid heads off, pointing the finger at one another to get some credit for your own plea bargains, and you never warned us about Polyon."

"Afraid to," Fa.s.sa said sadly.

"So afraid that you let Sev go off to Shemali without a word of warning? I'd never have let him go un- monitored if I'd guessed."

"I didn't know Sev had gone to Shemali," Fa.s.sa defended herself. "n.o.body told me anything. I didn't even know he wasn't on board when we left Bahati. All I knew was that he didn't come to see me again, and I thought, I thought... and quite right, too; why should he bother with someone like me?" Tears filled her eyes; Nancia thought that for once they were genuine.

262."Fa.s.sa del Parma, you are a prime idiot!" Sev's weary, hoa.r.s.e whisper startled all of them; Nancia had forgotten that she'd left the connections between the main cabin and the medtech room wide open. "Get in here and hold my hand and smooth my fevered brow.

I'm an injured man. I need attention."

"Call Alpha. She's a doctor," Fa.s.sa gulped.

"I wantyou. Now are you coming, or do I have to get up and get you?"

Fa.s.sa fled. And Nancia watched, satisfied, and feel- ing only a little bit like an eavesdropper, as she burst through the door of the medtech room. Hadn't Sev given her explicit instructions to keep full sensors open whenever he was with Fa.s.sa del Parma?

Those two were too wrapped up in each other for Fa.s.sa to pose any danger to anybody. All the same, Nan- cia kept those sensors open while she concentrated most of her attention on the images and sounds coming in from Pollster's and Micaya's contact b.u.t.tons. Polyon was losing no time; he'd met them on the landing field in a flyer that swooped directly to the newest hyperchip production facility, a squat featureless building set in a valley that might have been beautiful before Polyon's construction teams sliced through the earth and the waste products from his factory killed off the trees. Now the building stood alone at the top of a sloping hill ringed round by stagnant, poisonous-looking waters and the broken stumps of dead trees. Nancia felt her sensors con- tracting in repulsion at the image.

"General, can you handle this flyer?" she mur- mured through Micaya's contact b.u.t.ton.

"I'm glad to see you have such up-to-date equip- ment, de Gras," Micaya said loudly for Nancia's benefit. "I tested the prototype versions of this flyer recently, but I had no idea the model was in general distribution already."

Good. Micaya would be able to bring the three of263.

them back. Nancia listened in on Sev's and Fa.s.sa's con- versation while Polyon landed the flyer and took Forister and Micaya into the factory.

"You think too much," Sev was saying firmly to Fa.s.sa." I meant what I told you before, and I still mean it. You idiot, I went to Sheniali on your account!"

"On my account?" Fa.s.sa echoed, sounding as if she was unable to think at all.

Sev nodded." Here I'd been pacing Nancia's corridors every night, trying to think out a way to save you, and then Darnell gave me a due. He said you'd contracted to build a hyperchip factory for Polyon, and that when the original building collapsed you replaced it free of charge.

I thought if I could prove that, your lawyer might argue that you never intended to do substandard work-that any problems with your buildings were the result of in- competence, of sending a young girl to manage a business she was unfamiliar with - and that he could prove it by demonstrating how willingly you'd made res- t.i.tution when a problem was brought to your attention.'*