currency was just what Daum's people needed to buy such things as off-planet weaponry and military advisors. Or it might simply be the hold-up it appeared. No matter—judging from the lack of excitement of all hands, Daum's cargo had escaped them, and that was all that counted. Miles secreted triumph in his heart, and emptied his pockets.

'That's all?' said Auson disbelievingly, as they placed their final offerings in a little pile on the table before him.

'We're a little shor—broke, at the moment,' Miles explained, 'until we get to Tau Verde and make some sales.'

'Shit,' muttered Auson. His eyes bored exasperatedly into Miles, who shrugged helplessly and produced his most inane smile.

Three more mercenaries entered, pushing Baz and Elena before them.

'Got the engineer?' said the captain tiredly. 'I suppose he's bro—short, too.' He glanced up and saw Elena. His look of boredom vanished instantly, and he came smoothly to his feet. 'Well, that's better. I was beginning to think they were all freaks and fright masks here. Business before pleasure, though—you carrying any non-Tau Verdan currency, honey?'

Elena glanced uncertainly at Miles. 'I have some,' she admitted, looking surprised. 'Why?'

'Out with it, then.'

'Miles?' she queried.

Miles unclenched his aching jaw. 'Give him your money, Elena,' he ordered in a low tone.

Auson glowered at Miles. 'You're not my frigging secretary, Shorty. I don't need you to transmit my orders. I don't want to hear any more back-chat from you, hear?'

Miles smiled and nodded meekly, and rubbed one sweating palm against his trouser seam where a holster wasn't.

Elena, bewildered, laid five hundred Betan dollars on the table. Bothari's eyebrows drew down in astonishment.

'Where'd you get all that?' whispered Miles as she stepped back.

'Countess—your mother gave it to me,' she whispered back. 'She said I should have some spending money of my own on Beta Colony. I didn't want to take so much, but she insisted.'

Auson counted it, and brightened. 'So, you're the banker, eh, honey? That's a bit more reasonable. I was beginning to think you folks were holding out on me.' He cocked his head, looking her over and smiling sardonically. 'People who hold out on me always come to regret it.' The money vanished, along with a meager haul of other small, valuable items.

He checked their cargo manifest. 'This right?' he asked the leader of the party who had come in with Elena and Baz.

'All the cases we busted open checked,' replied the soldier.

'They made the most awful mess down there,' Elena gritted under her breath to Miles.

'Sh. Never mind.'

The mercenary captain sighed, and began sorting through their various identification files. At one point he grinned, and glanced up at Bothari, then Elena. Miles sweated. Auson finished the check, and leaned back casually in his seat before the computer console, regarding Mayhew glumly.

'You the pilot officer, eh?' he inquired unenthusiastically.

'Yes, sir,' replied Mayhew, well-coached in meekness by Miles.

'Betan?'

'Yes, sir.'

'Are you—never mind. You're Betan, that answers the question. More frigging weirds per capita than any other …' he trailed off. 'You ready to go?'

Mayhew glanced at Miles uncertainly.

'Damn it!' cried Auson. 'I asked you, not Shorty! Bad enough that I'll have to look at you over the breakfast table for the next few weeks. He'd give me indigestion. Yeah, smile, you little mutant—' this last to Miles, 'I bet you'd like to cut my liver out.'

Miles smoothed his face, worried. He had been so sure he'd looked meek. Maybe it was Bothari. 'No, sir,' he said brightly, blinking for a meek effect.

The mercenary captain glared at him a moment, then muttered, 'Aw, the hell with it,' and rose.

His eye fell on Elena again, and he smiled thoughtfully. Elena frowned back. Auson looked around.

'Tell you what, Shorty,' he said, in a benevolent tone. 'You can keep your pilot. I've had about all the Betans I can take, lately.'

Mayhew sighed relief under his breath. Miles relaxed, secretly delighted.

The mercenary captain waved at Elena. 'I'll take her, instead. Go pack your things, honey.'

Frozen silence.

Auson smiled at her, invitingly. 'You won't be missing a thing by not seeing Tau Verde, believe me. You be a good girl, you might even get your money back.'

Elena turned dilated eyes toward Miles. 'My lord … ?' she said in a small, uncertain voice. It was not a slip of the tongue; she had a right to call for protection from her leige lord. It grieved him that she had not called 'Miles,' instead. Bothari's stillness was utter, his face blank and hard.

Miles stepped up to the mercenary captain, his meekness slipping badly. 'The agreement was you were to hold our pilot officer,' he stated in a flat voice.

Auson grinned wolfishly. 'I make my own rules. She goes.'

'She doesn't want to. If you don't want the pilot officer, choose another.'

'Don't worry about it, Shorty. She'll have a good time. You can even have her back on the way out—if she still wants to go with you.'

'I said choose another!'

The mercenary captain chuckled and turned away. Miles's hand closed around his arm. The other mercenaries, watching the show, didn't even bother to draw weapons. Auson's face lit with happiness, and he swung around. He's been itching for this, Miles realized. Well, so have I ….

The contest was brief and unequal. A clutch, a twist, a ringing blow, and Miles was slammed face-down on the deck. The metallic tang of blood filled his mouth. As an afterthought, a deliberately-aimed boot to his belly doubled him over where he lay, and assured that he wouldn't be rebounding to his feet in the immediate future.

Miles curled in agony, cheek pressed to the friction matting. Thank God it wasn't the ribcage, he thought incoherently through a haze of rage, pain, and nausea. He squinted at the boots, spread aggressively beyond his nose. Toes must be steel-lined …

The mercenary captain wheeled around, hands on hips. 'Well?' he demanded of Miles's crew. Silence and stillness; all looked to Bothari, who might have been stone.

Auson, disappointed, spat disgustedly—either he wasn't aiming at Miles, or he missed—and muttered, 'Aw, the hell with it. This tub's not worth confiscating anyway. Lousy fuel efficiency …' He raised his voice to his crew. 'All right, load up, let's go. Come on, honey,' he added to Elena, taking her firmly by the upper arm.

The five mercenaries unhinged themselves from their various postures of languid observation, and prepared to follow their captain out the door.

Elena glanced back over her shoulder, to meet Miles's flaming eyes; her lips parted in a little 'Ah,' of understanding, and she stared at Auson with cold calculation.

'Now, Sergeant!' cried Miles, and launched himself at his chosen mercenary. Still shaken from his encounter with the captain, in an inspiration of rare prudence he picked the one he had seen propping up the wall earlier. The room seemed to explode.

A chair, which no one had seen the Sergeant unfasten from its moorings, flew across the room to smash into the mercenary carrying the nerve disruptor before he even began to draw. Miles, occupied with his own tackle, heard but did not see the Sergeant's second victim go down with a meaty, resonating 'Unh!' Daum, too, reacted instantly, disarming his man neatly and tossing the stunner to an astonished Mayhew. Mayhew stared at it a second, woke up and fumbled it right way round, and fired. Unfortunately, it was out of charge.

A needler went off, wildly; its projectile exploded against a far wall. Miles put his elbow with all his

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