'Nice reflexes, Sean.'
'I've had to develop them to stay alive in Human space,' said Carrion.
Silence growled again, turned back to the crewman, and glared into the man's dazed eyes.
'Name and rank, mister. Now!'
'Ordinary starman Barron, Captain. A loyal member of your crew. Unlike that piece of scum!'
'That's enough, mister! He's a Pardoned man, an Investigator, and your superior officer. He has my full confidence, and an attack on him is an attack on me. Now, turn yourself in to security. I'll deal with you later. And Barron, don't make me come looking for you.'
'No, Captain. I said I was loyal. But you don't understand—'
'Save it for your court-martial.'
'He killed my father! On Unseeli!'
The man looked like he was about to cry. Silence and Carrion looked at each other. Carrion nodded slowly. 'It's possible. I killed a lot of people on Unseeli. I regret your loss, Barron.'
'Save your lies, traitor!'
'That's enough!' Silence pulled Barron away from the bulkhead and threw him staggering down the corridor. Other crew members moved quickly back to get out of his way. Barron stumbled away down the corridor, not looking back. Carrion and Silence looked after him for a while and then turned away. Around them the watching crew slowly returned to their tasks.
'We never really leave the past behind,' said Silence heavily. 'Some part of it always turns up again, demanding payment.'
'He must have been a child when his father died,' said Carrion. 'Probably joined your crew to follow in his father's footsteps. Only to find me here and you defending me. It must have been difficult for him.'
'None of that makes any difference,' said Silence flatly. 'I thought I trained my people better than that. They're supposed to be warriors, not sneaking assassins.'
'It's not as if he was the first,' said Carrion. 'There have been several attempts on my life since you brought me back from Unseeli.'
'What?' Silence looked at him sharply. 'Why wasn't I informed? Why didn't you tell me?'
'It wasn't important. I handled it.'
'This is my ship, Investigator. You are a part of my crew. From now on I want to know everything. Is that understood?'
'Yes, Captain.'
Silence glared at him for a moment, and then they continued on their way. The corridor seemed emptier of people than it had been before. Carrion remained impassive, striding soundlessly down the corridor with his black cloak billowing about him like the wings of the black bird of ill omen he thought himself to be. Silence cursed himself for a fool, for not fully considering the impact Carrion's return would have on his crew. Of course there were bound to be hard feelings. Twelve years was a long time, but nowhere near long enough to forget something like Unseeli. God knows he'd tried hard enough.
But all that had mattered to him at the time was getting the man who used to be his friend back on board ship with him, where Silence thought he belonged. But his old friend Sean was now the man called Carrion. Traitor, murderer, alien by adoption and by choice. It would take more than a Pardon and a reinstatement as Investigator to undo what the man called Sean had made of himself. Silence sighed quietly. With Frost gone, he needed someone he could trust to lean on. It was as simple as that. And Carrion, ill-suited to the role as he might be, was the only one Silence could turn to.
'I appreciate everything you've done for me, Captain,' said Carrion, his voice calm and unmoved. 'But I feel I should point out that adding a notorious traitor such as myself to your crew is probably not the wisest thing you could have done. It won't do much for your career prospects, and it could undermine your standing and authority with your crew.'
'I don't have any career prospects,' said Silence. 'I've seen to that. And my crew trusts me, and my judgment. They'll learn to accept you.'
'I can't replace Investigator Frost, Captain.'
'No one could. I was offered my choice of Investigator for this mission, but I wanted you. Someone who could understand the alien viewpoint and come up with other options than just blowing them away. If the Recreated are everything they're supposed to be, going head to head with them is not going to be a viable strategy. I needed someone… flexible.'
'I've been called many things in my time, but I think that's a new one. But how can you be sure I'd side with Humanity?'
'Shub destroyed the metallic forests. Took away everything you had. They're your enemy too now. And siding with Humanity is your only chance for revenge on them.'
'How well you understand me, Captain. You're quite right. Revenge is a cold comfort, but sometimes it's all we have left to cling to.'
'Just do your duty, Carrion. That's all anyone can ask of us.'
'Duty. Honor. Revenge. They always come back to claim us. And I have always done what I must, because it is not in me to stand aside. I'll be your Investigator, Captain. Just promise me that when I'm no longer needed, you'll let me go.'
'Of course, Sean. I understand.'
'No, you don't, Captain. You never did.'
They walked a while together, staring straight ahead. They'd never found it easy to talk about the things that mattered.
'Did you get a chance to talk to Diana again before we left?' said Carrion.
'No. I left a message at the esper Guild House where she's been staying, but she never got back to me. Perhaps it's for the best. You saw how Diana was at Parliament. She said she hated me. With good reason, if truth be told. I wasn't there to save her when she needed me. Not the kind of thing that can be sorted out with a ten- minute chat, in the middle of our busy lives. Maybe when this mission is over…'
'She was such a frail young thing when I first knew her on Unseeli,' said Carrion. 'So full of life and happiness, and wonder. I saw so much of that crushed by what she went through. But at the end she found the strength to join in song with the Ashrai, to fly free as they do. I couldn't see any of that person in the woman I met at Parliament. I've heard of some of the things she did as Jenny Psycho. Terrible things. How did she turn from what she was to what she became?'
'How did we?' said Silence.
'Good point, Captain. Good point.'
They came at last to Frost's old cabin. Silence hesitated for a moment before the closed door. He hadn't been in there since just after her death, when he went in to sort through her old belongings before the cleaning staff went in. There hadn't been much to look through. Like all Investigators, Frost hadn't bothered much with mementos or personal touches. A few books, all strictly military in nature. No photos, or letters, or memories. Just a small library of discs of her favorite music. Silence hadn't know she liked music. It seemed too… tranquil an interest for her. He'd taken the discs away with him, to listen to later, when he had the time.
He hadn't been back in the cabin since then. No one had. He'd had the cabin sealed, ready for whoever took over as Investigator. He reached out to punch in the security codes, and then stopped as Carrion put a hand on his arm. Silence looked at him, raising an eyebrow. Carrion stared at the closed door, frowning slightly.
'Not just yet, Captain,' he said quietly. 'There's someone in there. Someone, or something, very unusual. And very powerful.'
'That's not possible,' said Silence. 'The door's still locked, and I'm the only one who has the security code.'
'Nevertheless,' said Carrion, 'this room is already inhabited.'
Silence drew his disrupter. 'Stand ready. And watch yourself. Anyone powerful enough to override this kind of lock would have to be very dangerous.'
'That's all right,' said Carrion. 'So am I.'
Silence entered the security code, kicked the door open, and stepped quickly into the room. Carrion at his side. The lights were already on. A dark figure was sitting in Frost's old chair, her back to him. She was little more
