Starrigger

'Right.' I gave it up. Our relationship was about as well-defined as ghosts in a fog. Not only did I not have a leg to stand on, the leg had nothing to stand on.

'What's that noise?' Roland asked.

I tore the beeping key from my pants pocket. 'Sam! Sam, is that you?'

'Who the hell were you expecting, the Chairman of the Colonial Politburo? Of all the goddamn stupid things you've done, boy, this has to be the grand prizewinner. There's three things any moron can learn in life without too much trouble, but you can't seem to get 'em straight. Want to know what they are? I'll tell you. Don't spit out the port at Mach one, don't eat blue snow on Beta Hydri IV, and don't ever poke your nose through a potluck portal! Common sense, right ? and you'd think any pudknocker'd pick that up real easy, but not you, boy, not by a long shot?'

We laughed and laughed and laughed.

14

'And another thing,' Sam was saying when we finally found him, 'what the hell's the idea of not telling me where you're going?' He was mad as heck. 'Too busy at the time. Sony.' 'Well, maybe you were, at that,' he grumbled. 'I hate to bring it up, but where the hell have you been?' 'Rescuing Petrovich, or whatever his name is.' 'Petrovsky! I thought he was cylinder-skin. My god, Sam, how? And why?'

The others were crowded in the aft cabin, discovering how many bodies could fit into a sauna stall ? except for Darla, who was whipping up a quick brunch. They were making a lot of noise. It was good to be back home.

'Well, it was like this,' Sam said. 'There I am,cutting vacuum like nobody's business. Must've hit Mach point four five there for a stretch ? Stinky's a genius, by the way ? and I'm calling you and calling you and not getting an answer. Then I see the flash and sure enough it's gammashine, and I'm saying to myself, well, scratch OIK male offspring, but I think ? maybe not, what with that strange buggy you were driving. I figure maybe you're just disabled and can't key for help. So I start scanning on infrared for survivors. What did I know? Last thing I expected was that you'd shot the portal. Anyway, I pick something up out there about three klicks from the commit markers, and I pull off the road onto the ice and go on out. And there's this cop in a vacuum suit lying on his back in the middle of nowhere, no sign of his batmobile, but his ejection sled's in pieces all over the place. He's frozen solid to the ice and there's something funny about his left hand.'

'Hand?' I said.

'Yeah, he didn't have one. Instead, there's this big frozen gob of blood on the end of his arm, looking like a cherry ice pop. Damnedest thing you ever saw. But the rest of him was in one piece… and he was alive.'

'Jesus.' And I knew what he'd done too. He'd angled the blast of his descent rockets to push him away from the cylinders' grav field instead of setting him comfortably down, but how he'd survived that desperate gamble was beyond me. The severed hand wasn't hard to explain either. It was a miracle that the tangled line hadn't cut him in two. 'How'd you get him into the cabin?'

'First I had to unfreeze him from the ice. I put the exciter gun on wide beam and cooked him a bit until he could move. Then he hauled himself in. There couldn't have been an unbroken bone in his body, but he did it. Then there was the problem of his arm. If I recycled the cab and brought it up to room temperature, he'd bleed to death. If I kept it vacuum, he'd have frozen. The suit had self-sealed but he was half icicle already. So I had to figure out a way to pressurize and keep the temp below zero. They just don't make life-support gear like that ? had a hell of a time bypassing the right systems.'

'Did he say anything?'

Sam hesitated the barest second. 'Not much, just groaned a lot.'

I looked back just then and noticed Darla standing at the kitchette, listening intently ? eavesdropping. 'Go ahead,' I said.

'Well, I grabbed slab back to the Ryxx cutoff, but there wasn't any traffic. Had to go all the way back to the T-Maze road. Gave a yell on the skyband, and two riggers picked him up. Incidentally, on the way I saw our Rikki friends.'

'I know, they're here. Do you think he pulled through?'

'He was out cold by the time they got to him, so I really don't know. But he's one hell of a survivor type.' Sam paused. 'What d'you think, did I do wrong?'

'Hell, no, you did the right thing.'

'Well, my conscience is clear anyway. And one way or another, he's out of the picture.'

Darla came forward and handed me a bowl of beef stew and crackers. I thanked her, then tore into it, finishing it off in record time. I washed it down with a can of Star Cloud Ale. The burp was thunderous. I smiled at Winnie, who was in the shotgun seat, finishing off the remnants of her picnic lunch. She burped and grinned back. Some things are truly universal.

'Shameful the way young women run around these days without wearing so much as a blush,' Sam said.

'I heard that, Sam,' Darla called out. 'Tell me you don't enjoy it.'

'I'm getting old. Hell, I am old. In fact, I'm dead.'

'Sam, cut the merte,' I said. 'You'll never die, and you know it. Did I ever tell you they had to bury you three times before you'd stay down? You kept popping back up like crabgrass.'

'Such talk. Where's your respect for the deceased?' Sam chuckled. 'Darla, I was kidding you ? back in my day prudes were saying that morals couldn't get any worse. I happen to agree. It was a decadent period, if the term means anything. Spend a weekend with me on New Vegas and I'll tell you all the juicy details.'

'Name the date, Sam.'

He laughed. 'Jake, tell me more about this whale we're going to get swallowed by. Sounds like it's got the iceberg fish back on Albion beat to hell. Did I ever tell you about the exozoological expedition I went with to trace their migration patterns? This was while you were still in school. Must have been twenty-five, no, thirty Standards ago….'

Sam went on with a yam he'd run into the ground years before, and I wondered what he was doing until I heard his voice over the bone-conduction transducer in my ear.

'Son, brace yourself. Darla's an agent. I think she's working for Petrovsky.'

Well, it was out. I would've had a hard time keeping the ugly thing's head submerged any longer. I realized that I'd known for some time.

'That's it, just keep a poker face. No hard evidence, but listen to the playback.'

It was Petrovsky, babbling Russian in my ear.

'He was delirious by this time. Listen.'

Babble, then a name, then more babble, and again the name, over and over. The name sounded like Dar-ya. It had been a long time since I'd studied Russian, but I didn't think Dar-ya was the Russian equivalent to Darla, if there was one. I turned toward Sam's eye and silently shook my head.

'No? Christ, I'm sorry, son. I have a hell of a time picking up some words now and then, especially from non-Inglo speakers. Thought it was 'Darla,' but it did sound funny.'

But it very well could be Darla, I thought, as I heard Petrovsky now saying, '…Darishka, Darishka…' And then another name, suddenly: '… Mona…'

'What d'you make of that?'

I'd heard through the roadbuzz circuit that Mona's current liaison was with a Militia Intelligence officer, and a high-ranking one, so it tracked. Could P^trovsky have fallen madly and instantly in love with Darla? Knowing the man even to the limited extent I did, it didn't make sense.

'Well, it's something to think about, Jake.'

Sam's understatement only pointed out to me the need for less thinking and more facts. 'Sam,' I said aloud, 'sony to interrupt your enthralling story, but I ^vant you to do a search for me.'

'I was just getting to the exciting part. Okay, what is it?'