muttered, moving down the service hallway as quietly as he could. Too late, now, he wondered if this hallway had its own security camera. If it did, he could expect company any minute now.
But no one appeared, and no voice demanded to know what he was doing there. Chewing at his lip, he kept going.
Aside from the door at the far end, this hallway had only two other doors leading off of it. They were situated opposite each other near the far end. As he got closer, he could see that the door on the left had a number and the word Electrical on it, while the one on the right said Storage.
'Okay,' he muttered to Draycos. ' 'Storage' here will probably be security stuff. It'll be seriously locked, and we'll be in real trouble if we get caught messing with it.'
He turned to the other door. 'So let's try in here.'
That door was locked, too, but not seriously. A minute with his multitool and Jack had it open. Checking both ways down the hallway, he slipped inside, closing the door behind him.
It was a typical electrical closet, like a hundred others he'd seen in a lifetime of lurking in shadows. Most of the space was taken up by a large electrical switchboard, with wires connecting to a hundred different in-plugs and out-plugs. Other wires were laid out neatly along the walls, going off to other rooms in the area.
But Jack didn't really care about any of that. What he did care about were the two large air vents set into the wall, one near the ceiling, the other near the floor.
It was another minute's work with the multitool to take the grating off the lower vent. Twisting his neck awkwardly in the cramped space, he eased his head into the opening. With cool air flowing down the back of his neck he found himself gazing at a similar grill a few feet away. It was the air system grill in the monitor room, and the air flow was going in that direction.
Perfect.
'Okay,' he muttered, easing his head back out and fastening the grating back in place. 'That's it.'
He opened the door and cautiously looked outside. The hallway was still empty. A dozen nervous steps later, and he was safely back in the passenger area of the liner.
'We will obtain the cylinder now?' Draycos asked as Jack strode along.
Jack shook his head. 'First we go back to the room,' he said. 'I've got a couple more things I have to do.'
'And then?'
Jack took a deep breath. 'Then I guess the job is on.'
Chapter 19
Jack stopped at one of the dining rooms first, following Uncle Virgil's standard rule that you never went into a job on an empty stomach. He made sure to order far more than he wanted, and brought the leftovers back to the stateroom where Draycos would have the privacy he needed.
As the dragon attacked the rest of the medium-rare T-bone steak, Jack sat at the writing desk putting together a small but very smelly smoke bomb.
It didn't take long. One of his duties for Uncle Virgil had been to create diversions, both for the jobs themselves and also sometimes for when things went suddenly sour and they had to run for their lives. Uncle Virgil had taught him a lot about such things, and Jack had picked up other bits and pieces from some of Uncle Virgil's friends. Even on a luxury starliner, he'd had no trouble buying or scrounging everything he'd needed.
The rest of the preparations didn't take very long, either. Soon—much too soon—everything was ready.
After that, there was nothing to do but wait.
'You are troubled,' Draycos said.
Jack looked up from the solitaire game he had laid out on the writing desk. Draycos had finished his meal and was lying on his stomach beside the bed, his head laid along his front paws in that doglike resting pose of his. All the dragon needed, Jack thought, was a roaring fireplace behind him to complete the picture. 'What?'
'I said you are troubled,' Draycos repeated, raising his head to look more closely at Jack. 'Are you concerned about the mission?'
'Maybe a little,' Jack said, looking down at his game. He didn't remember this card layout at all. Apparently, he'd been playing on pure autopilot. 'No, I think it'll go all right. The people who designed the system couldn't possibly have expected the approach we're going to use. No, it should work.'
'Than what is your concern?'
Slowly, Jack began collecting the cards. 'I've been thinking,' he said. 'I'm wondering if maybe we should forget this whole toss-the-rock-in-the-water thing of yours.'
'The koi shike?'
'Yeah, that,' Jack said. 'Maybe we should just switch the cylinders like they told us to and leave it at that.'
Draycos's green eyes were glittering. 'Do you suggest we allow them to succeed?'
'Look, Draycos, they're going to succeed no matter what we do,' Jack said. 'I mean, this is Cornelius Braxton we're talking about. If he wants this cylinder, or if he wants the cylinder's owner out of his way, then sooner or later he's going to do it. And he'll roll over anyone who gets in front of him.'
He looked away from Draycos's gaze. 'Why should that be us?'
For a moment the dragon was silent. Jack shuffled the cards, not daring to look up at him. Once before, he'd wondered what K'da warriors did to someone who disobeyed orders. Now, he found himself wondering what they did to deserters.
'Uncle Virge does not think you should follow the K'da warrior ethic,' Draycos said at last.
