the thighs down his regulation trousers were now tough blue denim jeans. Then he caught sight of his hands. The backs of both were covered in black hair—and everyone always teased him about having delicate woman’s hands.
He let out a little moan of dismay. “I’m telling you the truth. As God is my witness.” Their blank, impersonal faces told him how useless it all was.
William Elphinstone remained slumped against the fence until the MPs came and took him off to Bennett Field’s tiny police station. The detectives who arrived from Norwich’s Special Branch division to interrogate him didn’t believe his story either. Not until it was far too late.
• • •
The Nyiru asteroid orbited ninety thousand kilometres above Narok, one of the earliest Kenya-ethnic colony worlds. After it was knocked into position two centuries ago the construction company had sliced out a five- hundred-metre-diameter ledge for visiting bitek starships. Eager for the commerce they would bring, the asteroid council equipped the ledge with a comprehensive infrastructure; even a small chemical plant to provide the nutrient fluid the starships digested.
In all that time he had seen Dr Alkad Mzu precisely twice. She kept to herself in her cabin for most of the trip. Despite analgesic blocks and the medical nanonic packages wrapped around her legs and arms, her injuries were causing some discomfort. Most curious of all she refused to let Haltam program the leg packages to repair an old knee injury. Neither of them had been in the mood to give ground. A few tersely formal words were exchanged; she apologised for his injuries and the vigour of the opposition, he filled her in on the flight parameters. And that was all.
After they arrived at Nyiru she paid the agreed sum without any quibble, added a five per cent bonus, and departed. Cherri Barnes did ask where she was headed, but the slight woman replied with one of her dead-eye smiles and said it was best nobody knew.
She vanished from their lives as much a mystery as when she entered it so dramatically.
Meyer spent thirty-six hours in the asteroid’s hospital undergoing cranial deep-invasion procedures to repair the damage around his neurone symbionts. Another two days of recuperation and extensive checks saw him cleared to leave.
Cherri Barnes kissed him when he walked back onto the
He winked. “Thanks. I was worried there for a while.”
“
I was frightened,
I know. But it’s all over now. And by the way, I think you behaved commendably while I was out of it. I’m proud of you.
Thank you. I do not want to have to do that again, though.
You won’t have to. I think we’re finally through with trying to prove ourselves.
Yes!
He glanced inquiringly around at his three crew. “Anybody got any idea what happened to our weirdo passenger?”
“ ’Fraid not,” Aziz said. “I asked around the port, and all I could find out was that she’s hired herself a charter agent. After that—not a byte.”
Meyer eased himself down into his command couch. A small headache was still pulsing away behind his eyes. He was beginning to wonder if it was going to be permanent. The doctor had said most probably not. “No bad thing. I think Mzu was right when she said we’d be better off not knowing about her.”
“Fine in theory,” Cherri said irritably. “Unfortunately all those agency people saw it was us who lifted her from Tranquillity. If she’s right about how dangerous she is, then we’re in some sticky shit right now. They’re going to want to ask us questions.”
“I know,” Meyer said. “God, targeted by the ESA at my age.”
“We could just go straight to them,” Haltam said. “Because, let’s be real here, they’re going to catch us if they want to. If we go to them, it ought to show we aren’t at the heart of whatever it is she’s involved in.”
Cherri snorted in disgust. “Yeah, but running to the King’s secret police . . . It ain’t right. I’ve heard the stories, we all have.”
“Too right,” Haltam said. “They make bad enemies.”
“What do you think, Meyer?” Aziz asked.
It wasn’t something he wanted to think about. His nutrient levels had been balanced perfectly by the hospital while he was in recuperation therapy, but he still felt shockingly tired. Oh, for someone else to lift the burden from him, which of course was the answer, or at least a passable fudge.
Good idea,
“There is somebody who might be able to help us,” Meyer told them. “If she’s still alive. I haven’t seen her for nearly twenty years, and she was quite old then.”
Cherri gave him a suspicious look. “Her?”
Meyer grinned. “Yeah. Her. A lady called Athene, she’s an Edenist.”
“They’re worse than the bloody ESA,” Haltam protested.
“Stop being so prejudiced. They have one quality above all else, they’re honest. Which is a damn sight more than you can say for the ESA. Besides, Edenism is one culture the ESA can never subvert.”
“Are you sure she’ll help?” Cherri asked.
“No promises. All I can tell you is if she can, she will.” He looked at each of them in turn. “Does anyone have an alternative?”
They didn’t.
“Okay, Cherri, file a departure notice with the port, please. We’ve been here quite long enough.”
“Aye, sir.
And, you, let’s have a swallow sequence for the Sol system.
Of course,
Who knows? But it would be nice to see how it developed.
Yes. As you say, it has been a long time.
The first swallow manoeuvre took them twelve light-years from Narok’s star. The second added another fifteen light-years. Confident the blackhawk had recovered from its ordeal, Meyer told it to go ahead with the third swallow.
Empty space twisted apart under the immense distortion which the patterning cells exerted.
Meyer! Something is wrong!
The alarmed mental shout struck like a physical blow. What do you mean?
The terminus is retreating, I cannot match the distortion pattern to its coordinate.
Linked with the blackhawk’s mentality he could actually feel the pseudofabric changing, twisting and flexing around the hull as if it were a tunnel of agitated smoke.
What’s happening?he asked, equally panicked.
I don’t understand. There is another force acting on the wormhole. It is interfering with my own
