'
She shrugged. The ship would have had to acknowledge, after all . . .
'Ah, but you see, the ship continued with its work. Star chart systems continued to function. Air gauges proved the ship habitable. Defense systems were now
'Yes,' he said wearily, 'overstepped, and an idiot besides. And now, rather than having only my single ship to worry about I had two live ships on the surface, and one of them I knew nothing about. Surely the systems were close enough that I might fly
'Thus I hit on the plan of removing the keys, both copilot and captain, locking the ship behind me, and continuing my rounds.'
Theo touched the chain around her neck.
'
He lifted his hands limply.
'Because I had realized—not my error; that came later—say that I realized I had awoken something best left drowsing and sought to be certain that no one else found it aware. However it was, I took possession of those keys, the B key and the A key, and I sent in my reports, with images, as I continued my run, expecting at every turn to be asked to bring the keys in, or to take them to someone, or to leave them somewhere.
'No one got back to me, and I was near the end of my interim mission, arriving on what would be a long mission. So I sent you the captain's key, knowing you would keep it safe. And I kept my own key, knowing that I would keep it safe.'
Theo stared at him, hard.
'This is true? All of it?' Her hand-signs alternated between
'One hundred percent,' he said, and again lifted his cup in two hands.
'So that's the problem?' she asked. 'That you acted hastily? That no one cared about your work?'
'Eventually someone at Scout Headquarters
He drank the last of the tea, sloppily, and lowered the cup to the table.
'Theo, there are people after what I carry—what
Theo took a very deep breath.
'If it belongs to them, then we should—'
Win Ton raised his voice, or tried to: 'It does
He paused, his eyes downcast, then looked into her face.
'There are rogues, rogues working from Liad, and even from within the Scouts. They want that ship because it is a hybrid of Old Tech and more current technology, and because that ship has already cost them dozens of agents. Dozens.'
'I don't understand this, Win Ton. You've lost me here.'
He sighed, looking exhausted and frail behind his scars.
'Yes, because I have not told it all. Your pardon, Pilot.' He took a moment to recruit himself, again daring to look into her face. 'To continue, Headquarters is very concerned about that ship.
'Suppressed?' She shuddered, remembering some of the histories she'd read at the academy.
'The regional Terran trade cartels had them hounded, drove some into bankruptcy, them and their families, some perhaps were forcefully removed and blackmailed.
'This was several centuries ago, you see, and the
'My research says that
'Well, there are ships now that—'
'No. Well, yes. I can program a ship to take me somewhere, and if I fall over dead with poison it will still get there, in some case even over multiple Jumps. Lacking a pilot,
'What was it doing at the Scout site?' Theo asked. 'Looking for a party?'