guy stopped a few meters away. A good leap might put Kham inside the sweep of the tribarrel. The idea was gutsy, but not bright. That kind of cowboy move might work against an ordinary opponent, but it would be suicide against the coiled-spring speed of this metal man.
'WHAT-' The sound of the guy's first word reverberated so loudly in the corridor that he stopped speaking immediately. He hummed to himself for a moment, then began again, his voice much softer. 'You are not Andalusian personnel. What are you doing here?'
Kham managed to find his voice; no one else in his group seemed ready to speak to this guy. Hostile wouldn't get them anywhere, so he tried to make his tone casual and friendly. He also hoped he sounded confident, but he doubted it. 'Could ask ya the same, chummer, 'cause ya sure ain't on da Andalusian staff.' The hard line of the rough boy's mouth twitched down at the corners. 'I am not here to answer questions. I have the gun, you will answer my questions.' 'Eliminate them,' the second one said. The other two had come ghosting up behind the first.
'Negative,' said the third. 'Elimination entails unacceptable reduction of mission success-probability due to noise factor. Beta has already lowered probability by two percent with speech volumes.'
'What are these guys?' Ratstomper wailed, voice cracking. 'Some kind of fragging robots?'
'Silence!' commanded number three. Something in the manner of the other two suggested that this one was their leader. 'Interference in our mission will not be tolerated. If your talking sufficiently raises the probability of discovery, your elimination will no longer threaten our mission, and you will be eliminated.' Ratstomper looked bewildered. 'Da chummer just told ya ta shut up, 'Stomper. Do it.' Kham returned his attention to the metal men. 'We don't want no trouble wit you chummers. None of us is Andalusian, so we ain't got no feud. Ya do yer biz, we do ours, and everybody's happy.'
'You will remain here. You cannot be allowed to interfere with our mission.'
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'Don't want ta.'
'Beta, move them out of the corridor and remain with them.'
A gesture with the tribarrel pointed out the chosen room, and Kham nodded to his guys that they should go along. Everybody moved quietly, pointedly keeping their hands away from their weapons. Kham carried his AK in his left hand, and held his right up at chest level, well away from the butt of either the hol-stered automatic or that of the magnum protruding from his belt.
Their captor waited until the door to the corridor was closed before turning on the room lights. The place was some kind of electronics lab, but Kham didn't know enough about such things to even guess at the uses of most of the equipment. He was sure that none of it would be useful as a weapon. Neko tried to put a counter between him and the metal guy, but a shake of the rough boy's head, emphasized by a pointing tribarrel, brought the catboy back around to the front. Neko gave Kham a shrug, then sat with his back against the counter and shut his eyes. Kham was damned if he didn't think the catboy was taking a nap.
Time dragged on. Though their captor never seemed jumpy, he was always alert, reacting to their slightest movements, but only bringing the tribarrel to bear when somebody's hand got too close to a weapon. One by one, the guys got tired of standing and sat down; all except for Scatter, who stared venomously at the metal guy.
After about twenty minutes, Kham felt the pulsed flashes of heat from the earpiece of his headset. It was the signal that Chigger wanted to communicate with them. He would have simply ignored the signal, but their captor turned cold chrome eyes on him. 'Explain the signal.' Somehow this guy knew that Kham was getting a message. Denying it wouldn't help. 'Car's over-parked.'
'Unlikely. Try again, smart boy.' Kham considered keeping his mouth shut, but he wanted to know the reason for Chigger's call. If there was trouble, he doubted that Andalusian security would make fine distinctions between the two groups of intruders. 'It's a call from our decker. He wants ta talk ta me.'
The metal guy blinked once. Kham couldn't be sure about those featureless orbs, but he thought the metal guy's gaze was roving the room. Then the man pointed at a workstation and said, 'Order your decker to input to this station.'
'Why should I? What's in it fer us?' 'Your lives,' the metal man replied with the ghost of a smile.
He was probably right. The Andalusians would have them if they ignored Chigger, and this rough boy would waste them if they ignored him. Some choice. Kham did as ordered. 'Whatcha got, Chigger?'
'Got an alert on the system. Routine now, but the trigger seems to be somewhere near you. You guys blow it?'
'Naw. We're just sitting around.' The metal man reached past Kham and switched off the voice input. 'You will order your decker to penetrate the security system and set off false alerts.' 'That'll wake up da whole place.' 'It will reduce their security's effectiveness by spreading their effort. They will not know which alarm is real and which is false.' 'Yeah, so?'
'It will hide our efforts.' 'Ya mean yer efforts. We ain't in dis togedder.' 'Kham,' Neko said softly, eyes still closed, 'if Andalusian security concentrates their efforts here, we are in as great a danger as our large friends are. More, perhaps. I suggest you do as he says. Confusion is profit to the shadowrunner.''
Only when you're in charge and know what's really going down, Kham thought. Still, there was a certain logic in the argument. Kham relayed the metal guy's orders to Chigger.
While Kham was convincing Chigger to do as the metal man said, the rough boy popped open a panel in his chest plate and pulled out a jack. Plugging into the console, he said, 'You will also have him disable the alarms at the locations I transmit.'
'I suppose it can't hurt.' Us, anyway. Who knew what kind of 1C Chigger'd run up against? Kham hoped it wouldn't be bad. 'When ya got dat done, try dis,' he said, telling Chigger what their captor wanted. Then he cut the connection, leaving Chigger to do what had to be done.
'We have achieved a significant increase in success probability. The random elements have provided a Matrix operative with access to portions of the inner facility system,' their captor said. Though he was talking, he did not seem to be addressing them. Kham and his guys could hear him, too. They waited some more.
Scatter twitched like she was seeing something. Then Kham heard distant gunfire: short, controlled bursts as the characteristic moan of a tribarrel answered a scattering of single shots. It didn't last long. Within less than a minute, the door to their jail slid open, heralding the return of the other two metal men. Seeing one carrying the crystal in a padded harness slung over his shoulder, Kham thought his eyes would bug out. Drek, the guy was as strong or stronger than a troll; it had taken three orks to manhandle that same rock into the elves' van.
Their guard nodded to his cronies like he was answering a question. He seemed to listen again, then said, 'Acknowledged.You may leave,' he said, turning to Kham. 'We have no further interest in your activities. However, I suggest you flee. Andalusian security is active.' No fragging drek.
These bozos had stolen Kham's prize out from under his nose and now they were offering him and his guys a chance to provide yet another distraction to Andalusian security. Real fragging swell.
The metal men took off down the corridor. Released, Kham's team started digging out their weapons. They were itching to go, but he was worried the first one out the door would catch a burst from a tribarrel. Kham tried to grab Neko as the catboy bolted from the door. He missed the snatch, but it wasn't disastrous; the catboy pulled up short without going through, listening.
'They're around the corner already.' Drek, they were fast!
There was a rush for the door. As Scatter went by, she started to turn away from the direction the rest of the guys were running. Kham collared her. Their team didn't have the firepower of the metal men; they'd need an edge to get out of the facility alive. 'Wit us, rat-lady,' he said, pulling her along.
They backtracked through the facility, heading for where they'd left Ryan and Chigger. Much to Kham's surprise, and relief, they made it back without trouble. Gunfire from outside told him the guards had found the rough boys. Kham smiled at that; who was providing whom a diversion now? With his crew reunited, it was time to beat feet. He gave Scatter a shake.
'All right, rat shaman. If yer spirits are so hot, let's see 'em get us outta here.' 'Put me down, oaf,' the old woman snarled at him.
