twinge of envy at its deadly beauty, then realized with a start that if things went as planned, he was about to own it, or at least possess it. But the ambiguity of the methods poisoned his pleasure, leaving only a dry cold nervousness.
They came up without challenge or incident on the Ariel's shuttle hatch, and Miles floated aft to assist Jesek with locking on. Bothari bound his prisoner more securely to his seat, and loomed up beside Miles. Miles decided not to waste time arguing with him about precedence.
'All right,' Miles conceded to his wordless demand. 'You first. But I'm next.'
'My reaction time will be quicker if my attention is not divided, my lord.'
Miles snorted exasperation. 'Oh, very well. You, then D—no. Then Baz.' The engineer's eyes met his. 'Then Daum, me, Elena, and Mayhew.'
Bothari approved this schedule with a half-nod. The shuttle hatch sighed open, and Bothari slipped through. Jesek took a breath, and followed.
Miles paused only to whisper, 'Elena, keep Baz moving forward as fast as you can. Don't let him stop.'
From the ship ahead, he heard an exclamation—'Who the hell—!' and the quiet buzz of Bothari's stunner. Then he was through, into the corridor.
'Only one?' he asked Bothari, taking in the crumpled grey-and-white form on the floor.
'So far,' replied the Sergeant. 'We seem to have retained surprise.'
'Good, let's keep it. Split, and move out.'
Bothari and Daum melted down the first cross corridor. Jesek and Elena headed in the opposite direction. Elena cast one look backward; Jesek did not. Excellent, Miles thought. He and Mayhew took the third direction, and stopped before the first closed door. Mayhew stepped forward, in a kind of wobbly aggressiveness.
'Me first, my lord,' he said.
God, it's contagious, thought Miles. 'Go ahead.'
Mayhew swallowed, and raised his plasma arc.
'Uh, wait a second, Arde.' Miles pressed the palm lock. The door slid open smoothly. He whispered apologetically, 'If it's not locked, you risk welding it shut that way …'
'Oh,' said Mayhew. He gathered himself and burst through the aperture with a kind of war whoop, fanning the room with his stunner, then stopped. It was a storage area, and empty but for a few plastic crates strapped into place. No sign of the enemy.
Miles poked his head in for a glance around, and stepped back thoughtfully. 'You know,' he said as they started back up the corridor, 'it might be better if we don't yell, going in. It's startling. It's bound to be a lot easier to hit people if they're not jumping around and ducking behind things.'
'They do it that way on the vids,' Mayhew offered.
Miles, who had originally been planning his own first rush very much along the lines just demonstrated, and for much the same reason, cleared his throat. 'I guess it just doesn't look very heroic to sneak up behind somebody and shoot them in the back. I can't help thinking it would be more efficient, though.'
They went up a lift tube, and came to another door. Miles tried the palm lock, and again the door slid open, revealing a darkened chamber. A dormitory with four bunks, three of them occupied. Miles and Mayhew tiptoed in, and took up can't-miss positions. Miles closed his fist, and they both fired at once. He fired again as the third figure began to lurch up from its bedclothes, reaching for a weapon hung in a holster by its bunk.
'Huh!' said Mayhew. 'Women! That captain was a pig.'
'I don't think they're prisoners,' said Miles, switching on the light for a quick confirmation. 'Look at the uniforms. They're part of the crew.'
They withdrew, Miles very sober. Perhaps Elena had not been in as much danger as the mercenary captain had led them to believe. Too late now …
A low voice floated around the corner, growling, 'Damn it, I warned that dumb son-of-a-bitch—' The speaker followed at a gallop, scowling and buckling on a holster belt, and ran headlong into them.
The mercenary officer reacted instantly, turning the accidental collision into a tackle. Mayhew received a kick to the abdomen. Miles was slammed into the wall, and found himself in a clutching, scrambling fight for possession of his own arsenal.
'Stun him, Arde!' he cried, muffled by an elbow to his teeth. Mayhew crawled after the stunner, rolled over, and fired. The mercenary slumped, and the nimbus of the bolt took Miles dizzily to his knees.
'Definitely better to catch them asleep,' Miles mumbled. 'Wonder if there's any more like him—her—'
'It,' said Mayhew definitely, rolling the hermaphrodite soldier over to reveal the chiseled features of what could have been either a handsome young man or a strong-faced woman. Tangled brown hair framed the face and fell across the forehead. 'Betan, by the accent.'
'Makes sense,' Miles gasped, and struggled back to his feet. 'I think . . .' He clutched the wall, head pounding, queer-colored lights scrambling his vision. Being stunned was not as painless as it looked. 'We better keep moving …' He leaned gratefully on Mayhew's supporting arm.
A dozen more chambers were checked, without flushing further quarry. They came eventually to Nav and Com, to find two bodies piled by the door and Bothari and Daum in calm possession.
'Engineering reports secure,' Bothari said at once upon seeing them. 'They stunned four. That makes seven.'
'We got four,' said Miles thickly. 'Can you get their computers to cough up a roster, and see if that adds up to the total?'
'Already done, my lord,' said Bothari, relaxing a little. 'They all seem to be accounted for.'
'Good.' Miles more-or-less fell into a station chair, rubbing his twice-battered mouth.
Bothari's eyes narrowed. 'Are you well, my lord?'
'Caught a little stunner flash. I'll be all right.' Miles forced himself to focus. What next? 'I suppose we'd better get these guys locked up, before they wake up.'
Bothari's face became mask-like. 'They outnumber us three to one, and are technically trained. Trying to keep them all prisoner is bloody dangerous.'
Miles looked up sharply, and held Bothari's eye. 'I'll figure something out.' He bit out each word emphatically.
Mayhew snorted. 'What else can you do? Push 'em out the airlock?' The silence that greeted this joke turned his expression to sick dismay.
Miles shoved to his feet. 'As soon as we've got 'em nailed down we'd better start both ships boosting for the rendezvous. The Oserans are bound to start looking for their missing ship pretty soon, even if they didn't get a distress signal out. Maybe Major Daum's people can take these guys off our hands, eh?'
He nodded to Daum, who gave a, 'How should I know?' shrug. Miles left on rubbery legs to find Engineering.
The first thing Miles noticed upon entering the engineering section was the empty socket in the wall for the first aid kit. Fear flashed through him, and he searched the room for Elena. Surely Bothari would have reported casualties—wait, there she was, the bandager, not the bandagee.
Jesek was slumped heavily in a station chair, and Elena was applying something to a burn on his upper arm. The engineer was smiling up at Elena with a quite fatuous, Miles thought, expression of gratitude.
The smile ignited to a grin when he saw Miles. He stood—somewhat to Elena's annoyance, as she was trying to fasten the bandage at the time—and gave Miles a snappy Barrayaran regulation Service salute. 'Engineering is secured, my lord,' he intoned, and then gulped a giggle. Stifling hysteria, Miles realized. Elena pushed him exasperatedly back into his chair, where another strangled giggle escaped him.
Miles caught Elena's eye. 'How did it go, your first combat experience? Ah …' he nodded toward Jesek's arm.
'We didn't run into anybody on the way down. Lucky, I guess,' she explained. 'We caught them by surprise, coming through the door, and stunned two right away. A third one had a plasma arc, and he ducked down behind those conduits over there. Then this woman jumped me—' a wave indicated an unconscious form in grey and white, disposed on the deck, 'which probably saved my life, because the one with the plasma arc couldn't fire when we were all tangled up wrestling for my stunner.' She smiled at Jesek with enthusiastic admiration. 'Baz charged him, and knocked him out. I got a choke on mine, and then Baz stunned her, and it was all over. That took
