locations, or dangle into mist pockets on a line -a hunter's additional eyes. He called me over. Tameera and Anders followed.
'There.' He nodded downward.
A seven of sheq was making its way across the impossible terrain -finding handholds amid the lush vertical vegetation and traveling with the assurance of spiders on a wall. They were disconcertingly simian, about the size of a man, and quadrupedal -each limb jointed like a human arm, but ending in hands bearing eight long prehensile fingers. Their heads, though, were anything but simian, being small, insectile, like the head of a mosquito, but with two wide trumpet-like proboscises.
'They won't be a problem, will they?' Tholan's sister, Tameera, asked.
She was the most xenophobic, I'd decided, but then, such phobia made little difference to their sport: the aliens they sought out usually being the 'I'm gonna chew off the top of your head and suck out your brains' variety.
'No - so long as we leave them alone,' said Tholan. Using his thumb on the side controls of his palm com, he increased the camera's magnification, switching it to infrared, then ultrasound imaging.
'I didn't load anything,' said Anders, Tholan's PA. 'Are they herbivores?'
'Omnivores,' I told her. 'They eat some of that vegetation you see and supplement their diet with rock conch and octupal.'
'Rock conch and octupal indeed,' said Anders.
I pointed to the conch-like molluscs clinging to the wide leaves below the slab.
Anders nodded, then said, 'Octupal?'
'Like it sounds: something like an octopus, lives in pools, but can drag itself overland when required.' I glanced at Tameera and added, 'None of them bigger than your hand.'
I hadn't fathomed this trio yet. Brother and sister hunted together, relied on each other, yet seemed to hate each other. Anders, who I at first thought Tholan was screwing, really did just organize things for him. Perhaps I should have figured them out before agreeing to being hired, then Tameera would never have taken the shot she then took.
The hot chemical smell from the rifle filled the unbreathable air. I guessed they used primitive projectile weapons of this kind to make their hunts more sporting. I didn't know how to react. Tholan stepped forward and pushed down the barrel of her weapon before she could kill another of the creatures.
'That was stupid,' he said.
'Do they frighten you?' she asked coquettishly.
I reached up and checked that my throat plug was still in place, for I felt breathless, but it was still bleeding oxygen into my bronchus. To say that I now had a bad feeling about all this would have been an understatement.
'You know that as well as putting us all in danger, she just committed a crime,' I said conversationally, as Tholan stepped away from his sister.
'Crime?' he asked.
'She just killed a C-grade sentient. If the Warden AI finds out and can prove she knew before she pulled the trigger, then she's dead. But that's not the main problem now.' I eyed the sheq seven, now six. They seemed to be confused about the cause of their loss. 'Hopefully they won't attack, but it'll be an idea to keep watch.'
He stared at me, shoved his cam into his pocket. I turned away and headed back. Why had I agreed to bring these bored aristos out here to hunt for Myral's mythic gabbleduck? Money. Those who have enough to live comfortably greatly underestimate it as a source of motivation. Tholan was paying enough for me to pay off all I owed on my blimp, and prevent a particular shark from paying me a visit to collect interest by way of involuntarily donated organs. It would also be enough for me to upgrade my apartment in the citadel, so I could rent it while I went out to look at this world. I'd had many of the available cerebral loads and knew much about Myral's environment, but that wasn't the same as experiencing it. There was still much for me to learn, to know. Though I was certain that the chances of my finding a gabbleduck-a creature from a planet light-centuries away-anywhere on Myral, were lower than the sole of my boot.
'She only did that to get attention,' said Anders at my shoulder.
'Well, let's hope she didn't succeed too well!' I replied. I looked up at my blimp, and considered the prospect of escaping this trio and bedding down for the night. Certainly we would be getting nothing more done today, what with the blue giant sun gnawing the edge of the world as it went down.
'You have to excuse her. She's over-compensating for a father who ignored her for the first twenty years of her life.'
Anders had been coming on to me right from the start and I wondered just what sort of rich bitch game she was playing, though to find out, I would have to let my guard down, and that I had no intention of doing. She was too much: too attractive, too intelligent, and just being in her presence set things jumping around in my stomach. She would destroy me.
'I don't have to excuse her,' I said. 'I just have to tolerate her.'
With that, I headed to the alloy ladder extending down from the blimp cabin.
'Why are they called shit-eaters?' she asked, falling into step beside me. Obviously she'd heard where the name sheq came from.
'As well as the rock conch and octupal, they eat each other's shit running it through a second intestinal tract.'
She winced.
I added, 'But it's not something they should die for.'
'You're not going to report this are you?' she asked.
'How can I? -he didn't want me carrying traceable com.'
I tried not to let my anxiety show. Tholan didn't want any of Myral's AIs finding out what he was up to, so, as a result, he'd provided all our com equipment, and it was encoded. I was beginning to wonder if that might be unhealthy for me.
'You're telling me you have no communicator up there?' She pointed up at the blimp.
'I won't report it,' I said, then climbed, wishing I could get away with pulling the ladder up behind me, wishing I had not stuck so rigidly to the wording of the contract.
Midark is that time when it's utterly black on Myral, when the sun is precisely on the opposite side of the world from you. It comes after five hours of blue, lasts about three hours prior to the next five hours of blue-the twilight that is neither day nor night and is caused by reflection of sunlight from the sub-orbital dust cloud. Anyway, it was at midark when the screaming and firing woke me. By the time I had reattached my oxygen bottle and was clambering down the ladder, some floods were lighting the area and it was all over.
'Yes, you warned me,' Tholan spat.
I walked over to Tameera's tent, which was ripped open and empty. There was no blood, but then the sheq would not want to damage the replacement. I glanced at Anders, who was inspecting a palm com.
'She's alive.' She looked up. 'She must have been using her own oxygen supply rather than the tent's. We have to go after her now.'
'Claw frames in midark?' I asked.
'We've got night specs.' She looked at me as if she hadn't realized until then how stupid I was.
'I don't care if you've got owl and cat genes -it's suicide.'
'Do explain,' said Tholan nastily.
'You got me out here as your guide. The plan was to set up a base and from it survey the area for any signs of the gabbleduck-by claw frame.'
'Yes…'
'Well, claw frames are only safe here during the day.'
'I thought you were going to explain.'
'I am.' I reached out, detached one of the floods from its narrow post, and walked with it to the edge of the slab. I shone it down, revealing occasional squirming movement across the cliff of vegetation below.
'Octupals,' said Anders. 'What's the problem?'
I turned to her and Tholan. 'At night they move to new pools, and, being slow-moving, they've developed a defense. Anything big gets too close, and they eject stinging barbs. They won't kill you, but you'll damned well know if you're hit, so unless you've brought armored clothing…'
