“Good to see you.”
“Likewise. I’m glad you haven’t been thrown out of your new body.”
“Let’s just say, there are more people sympathetic to my cause than there are to the Organization.”
“What happened to the lieutenants?”
“Complaining to Capone direct from the beyond.”
“That was risky. He doesn’t take rebellion kindly. You may find several frigates arriving to make the point.”
“We figure he’s got enough problems with the antimatter right now. In any case, the only real option he’s got left against this asteroid is to nuke us. If that looks likely, we’ll shift out of this universe and take our chances. We don’t want to do that.”
“I understand perfectly. I don’t want you to do that, either.”
“Fair enough, you and I both have our own problems. How can we help each other?”
“If we’re going to break free from the Organization we require an independent source of nutrient fluid. In return for you repairing your refinery, we are prepared to transport your entire population to a planet.”
“New California won’t take us.”
“We can use one which the Organization has already infiltrated. Myself and my friends have enough spaceplanes to make the transfer work. But it will have to be soon. Without the antimatter station there will be no new infiltrations, and those that have been seeded will not remain in this universe for much longer.”
“We can start repairing the refinery right away. But if we all leave, how are you going to maintain it?”
“Spare parts must be manufactured in sufficient quantity to keep the refinery functional for a decade. You will also have to adapt your mechanoids for remote waldo operation.”
“You’re not asking for much.”
“I believe it’s an equal trade.”
“Okay, cards on the table. My people here say the components shouldn’t be any problem, our industrial stations can handle that. But we can’t produce the kind of electronics which the refinery needs. Can you get hold of them for us?”
“Datavise a list over. I will make enquiries.”
Jed and Beth had listened to the exchange in the stateroom cabin they’d moved into. They were spending a lot of time in the neatly furnished compartment by themselves. In bed. There wasn’t a lot else to do since Jed’s mission to resupply their food stocks. And despite Rocio’s assurances that his plans were progressing smoothly, they couldn’t shake off their sense of impending disaster. Such conditions had completely suppressed their inhibitions.
They were lying together on top of the bunk in post-coital languor, stroking each other in cozy admiration. Sunlight streaming in through the wooden slats that covered the porthole was painting warm stripes across them, helping to dry damp skin.
“Hey, Rocio, you really think you can make this deal swing?” she asked.
The mirror above the teak dresser shimmered to reveal Rocio’s face. “I think so. Both of us want something from the other. That is the usual basis for trade.”
“How many hellhawks want in?”
“A sufficient number.”
“Oh yeah? If a whole load of you bugger off, Kiera’s gonna do her best to cripple you. You’ll have to defend Almaden for a start. You’ll need combat wasps for that.”
“Good heavens, do you really think so?”
Beth glared at him.
“There are no suitable asteroid settlements available in other star systems,” Rocio continued. “This is our one chance to secure an independent future for ourselves, despite its proximity to the Organization. We will make quite sure we’re capable of defending that future, never fear.”
Jed sat up, making sure the blanket was covering his groin when he faced the mirror (Beth never did understand that brand of shyness). “So where do we fit in?”
“I don’t know yet. I may not need you, after all.”
“You gonna turn us in to Capone?” Beth asked, hoping her voice didn’t waver.
“That would be difficult. How would I explain your presence on board?”
“So you just let Deebank and his mates in here to take care of us, huh?”
“Please, we are not all like Kiera. I had hoped you’d realize that by now. I have no desire to see the children possessed.”
“So where are you going to let us off?” Beth asked.
“I have no idea. Although I’m sure the Edenists will be happy enough to retrieve you from my corrupt clutches. Details can be worked out when we have locked down our own position. And I have to say that I’m disappointed by your attitude, given what I saved you from.”
“Sorry, Rocio,” Jed said immediately.
“Yeah, didn’t mean no offence for sure,” Beth said, one degree above sarcasm.
The image faded, and they looked at each other. “You shouldn’t annoy him so much,” Jed protested. “Jeeze, babe, we’re like totally dependent on him. Air, water, heat, even bloody gravity. Stop pushing!”
“I was just asking.”
“Well don’t!”
“Yes, sir. Forgot for a moment that you were in charge of everything.”
“Don’t,” Jed said remorsefully. He reached out and stroked her cheek tenderly. “I never said I was in charge, I’m just worried.”
Beth knew full well that when he looked at her body the way he was doing now, what he actually saw was the memory of Kiera’s fabulous figure. It didn’t bother her any more, for reasons she didn’t question too closely. Need overcoming dignity, most likely. “I know. Me too. Good job we’ve found something to keep our minds off it the whole time, huh?”
His grin was sheepish. “Too right.”
“I’d better get going. The kids’ll be wanting their supper.”
Navar squealed and pointed when they walked into the galley. “You’ve been at it again!”
Jed tried to bat her hand away, but she dodged back, laughing and sneering. He could hardly rebuke her; he and Beth hadn’t exactly been secretive about what they were doing.
“Can we eat now?” Gari asked plaintively. “I’ve got everything ready.”
Beth gave the preparations a quick inspection. The girls and Webster had prepared six trays for the induction oven, mixing food packets together. Potato cakes with rehydrated egg mash and cubes of carrot. “Well done.” She keyed in the quantity on the oven’s control panel, and activated it. “Where’s Gerald?”
“Going crazy in the main lounge. What else?”
Beth gave the girl a sharp glance.
Navar refused to give ground. “He is,” she insisted.
“You dish the food out,” Beth told Jed. “I’ll go see what the problem is.”
Gerald was standing in front of the lounge’s large viewport, palms pressed against it, as though he was trying to push the glass out of its frame.
“Hey there, Gerald, mate. Supper’s ready.”
“Is that where she is?”
“Where, mate?”
“The asteroid.”
Beth stood behind him, looking over his shoulder. Almaden was centred in the viewport. A dark lump of rock, rotating slowly against the starscape.
“No mate, sorry. That’s Almaden, not Monterey. Marie isn’t in there.”
“I thought it was the other one. Monterey, where she is.”
Beth gave his hands a close inspection. The knuckles were lightly grazed from pounding on something. Fortunately, they weren’t bleeding. She gently put her hand on his forearm. Every muscle was locked rigid beneath
