'Going for a run,' I called out to Floyd, leaping to my feet in a spasm of fear-sponsored energy. 'Feel logy after all that sleep. Got to clear my head.'
I slammed out the door and down the road even as he was answering. Taking a different route from my usual one — then changed direction at random. Up ahead was a field of polpettone trees, laid out in neat rows and bulging with fruit. I jogged into a path beside the trees, looking around as I ran. No one in sight. There was little chance the Paradisers would put bugs in among the trees.
But they could have. I turned into a freshly plowed field and ran between the furrows. I should be safe enough here. I clamped my jaw twice.
'Hello, Tremearne, are you there?'
'Very much so, Jim. We have all been awaiting your report. Can you tell us what is happening - the recorder is running.'
I jogged in position for a bit, then bent to tie my shoe then gave up and just sat on the ground while I finished the detailed report. I was tired; the chemicals still kicking around in my system had not been kind to me.
'That's it,' I finished. 'Steengo is gone. Might be dead…'
'No. I can reassure you on that score. A few hours ago we had a radio message from him, just a few words, then contact was lost again. He must be somewhere deep in the city, behind walls the radio signals can't penetrate. He might have been moved from one site to another, was in the open long enough for a brief transmission.'
'What did he say?'
The recording was brief and scratchy. Beginning with static and dying in static. But it was pure Steengo all right.
'…never enough! When I get my fingers on you, you… ' The next word was hard to make out - but I could think of a half dozen that filled the bill.
'What do you think we should do? Break out of here?'
'No - go along with everything. You will be contacted.'
'Contacted? By whom, what, which? Come in, Tremearne.
There was no answer. I rose and brushed off my shorts. Very mysterious. Tremearne was up to something - but he was not talking about it. Must be worried about eavesdroppers. Maybe he knew something that I didn't.
I started back at a slow run, changed that to a fast walk. To a slow walk, then a crawl. If there had been any farther to go I would probably have done it on all fours. As it was I stumbled into our quarters and collapsed, gasping, onto the couch. Floyd looked astonished.
'You look like you've been dipped and rolled.'
'I feel even worse than that. Water, quickly, lots of it!'
I drank until I was sloshing, then sipped a little bit more, handed the glass weakly back.
'Knocked myself out. Be a good buddy and get my pack. I got some vitamin pills there should pick me up.' When he handed me the pack I clicked out a couple of Blast-offs, superuppers, and swallowed one. 'Vitamins, good for you,' I said as I passed one over. Floyd was a little faster off the mental mark lately and did not ask any questions.
Our timing was pretty good. The wave of good feeling and energy was washing away my almost-terminal fatigue when Veldi threw open the door.
'On your feet!' he called out. I did not move.
'Veldi,' I said. 'Old and trusted servant. No soft knock? No sweet tones…'
'The word is out that you Stainless Steel Rats are just plain rats. Troublemakers. Just get going.'
There was the quick thud-thud of marching feet and Sergeant Ljotur came in with an armed squad of soldiers. Armed with wicked-looking spears with gleaming points and barbed shafts.
'You are to come with me!' he ordered. He did not look happy about it.
'No longer a musical fan, Ljotur?' I said, climbing slowly to my feet.
'I have orders.' Orders that he obviously did not like. Which of course he would obey since independent thought had never been encouraged in the military. Floyd followed me out and the squad formed up. Four in front, four in back of us. Ljotur checked the formation, nodded, took position in front and raised his spear.
'Forward - burtu!'
We burtu'ed at a slow trot, down the road and turned right at the corner. Which put us directly on the route to the red brick lodgings where Iron John lurked, as I remembered from our first visit. Trotted down the road and into a tunnel under a, row of buildings. One of the guards to the rear tapped me on the shoulder.
'Give me a hand, will you?' he asked in a hoarse voice.
Then swung sideways and planted his fist in the stomach of the guard next to him. Who folded and dropped without a sound.
This was easy enough to understand. I had turned when he tapped me so I kept turning to face the rear. I reached out and got a hand on the other two guards' necks. Squeezed as they turned their spears towards me.
'Floyd!' I gasped out, putting all my energy into my throttle grips so these jokers would pass out before they harpooned me. 'The others!'
One of the guards dropped but the other one, with a stronger neck, kept his spear coming. Into my stomach
No, not quite. The first guard, who had called to me, gave him a quick chop under the ear. He and I whirled about, ready to jump to Floyd's help. And stopped.
The four other guards were lying in a silent, tumbled heap on the ground. Floyd had a spear pressed firmly under Ljotur's jaw, was holding him up with his other hand.
'You want to talk to this guy?' Floyd asked. 'Or you want him down there with the others?'
'I've nothing to say… '
'No talk. Drop.'
Before I could finish speaking a limp Ljotur joined the rest of the sleeping patrol.
'What about this one?' Floyd asked, fingers arced, pointing to the soldier who had called to me.
'Wait! He started this thing. There has to be a reason for it.
'There is,' the soldier said in the same hoarse voice. 'I am going to tell you a few things. You will not laugh at anything I say — understood?'
'We're not laughing!' I said. 'Great, guy, thanks for the help. And what's the plan?'
'First off - remember about the laughing! I'm not a guy. I'm a girl. Do I see lips bending?'
'Never!' I called out, to disguise the fact that a little flicker of emotion had appeared. 'You saved us. We are in your debt. We are not laughing. So tell us about it.'
'All right. But let's drag these so-called soldiers out of the way first. Then we go on. The orders were to bring you to Iron John and that is what I am going to do. Your friend is in danger. Do nothing precipitate. Forward.'
We went. Disbelieving perhaps, but still forward. Floyd started to talk but I raised my hand.
'Save the discussion. Explanations will be useful after we make sure Steengo is all right. But Floyd - stop me if I am wrong - did I see you take five guys out while I was just about managing two?'
'You didn't see it. It was over before you turned to look.' He was the same old laid-back Floyd - but was that a new touch of firmness to his words? It was a day of surprises. And he was right - I had not seen him at work, just the results.
The brick palace jogged into view ahead. Apparently not all of the troops had been told that we were no longer heroes, for the guards at the entrance did a snappy jump to attention and salute as we trotted past.
'Halt!' our newfound friend (girl…?) called out and we stopped before the guards at the door. 'Orders to bring these two to Iron John. Permission to enter?'
'Enter!' the officer in charge called out. The doors opened and closed behind us as we trotted by. There was the large room ahead and inside it was Iron John. And just one other person.
Steengo. Collapsed against the wall, covered in bruises and blood. One eye swollen shut. He started to speak but could only rasp out something incomprehensible.
'You are all here now,' Iron John said. 'Soldier - guard the entrance. No one to enter or leave. I have a score to settle with these interlopers. Because I have changed my mind about keeping this thing quiet. I listened to my
