run, they'll soon have you and the girl who's running loose, too. They've already destroyed some kind of flying raft; yours, I take it,' she smiled. Damn, hell, shit, and blast! 'Mine. I won't run, Grace. Besides, you've got a parabellum.'
'Remember that,' she said, and began to stroll toward the trees while the cabin erupted with argument. Locklear vented more silent damns and hells; she wasn't leading him anywhere near his hidden Kzin sidearm. Grace Agostinho, surprisingly, first asked about Loli. She seemed amused to learn he had waked the girl first, and that he'd regretted it at his leisure. Gradually, her questions segued to answers. 'Discipline on a warship can be vicious,' she mused as if to herself. 'Curt Stockton was-is a career officer, but it's his view that there must be limits to discipline. His own commander was a hard man, and-
'Jesus Christ; you're saying he mutinied like Fletcher Christian?' 'That's not entirely wrong, ' she said, now very feminine as they moved into a glade, out of sight of the cabin. 'David Gomulka is a rougher sort, a man of some limited ideas but more of action. I'm afraid Curt filled David with ideas that, ah,…'
'Stockton started a boulder downhill and can't stop it,' Locklear said. 'Not the first time a man of ideas has started something he can't control. How'd you get into this mess?'
'An affair of the heart; I'd rather not talk about it. When I'm drawn to a man,… well, I tend to show it, ' she said, and preened her hair for him as she leaned against a fallen tree. 'You must tell them what they want to know, my dear. These are desperate men, in desperate trouble.” Locklear saw the promise in those huge dark eyes and gazed into them. 'I swear to you, the Kzinti thought I was some kind of Interworld agent, but they dropped me on Zoo for safekeeping.'
'And were you?' Softly, softly, catchee monkey…
'Good God, no! I'm an-'
'Ethologist. I heard it. But the Kzin suspicion does seem reasonable, doesn't it?'
'I guess, if you're paranoid.' God, but this is one seductive lieutenant. 'Which means that David and Curt could sell you to the Kzinti for safe passage, if I let them, she said, moving toward him, her hands pulling apart the closures on his flight suit. 'But I don't think that's the secret, and I don't think you think so. You're a fascinating man, and I don't know when I've been so attracted to anyone. Is this so awful of me?'
He knew damned well how powerfully persuasive a woman like Grace could be with that voluptuous willowy sexuality of hers. And he remembered Ruth's warning, and believed it. But he would rather drown in honey than in vinegar, and when she turned her face upward, he found her mouth with his, and willingly let her lust kindle his own.
Presently, lying on forest humus and watching Grace comb her hair clean with her fingers, Locklear's breathing slowed. He inventoried her charms as she shrugged into her flight suit again; returned her impudent smile; began to readjust his togs. 'If this be torture,' he declaimed like an actor, “make the most of it.'
'Up to the standards of your local ladies?'
'Oh yes,' he said fervently, knowing it was only a small lie. 'But I'm not sure I understand why you offered. '
She squatted becomingly on her knees, brushing at his clothing. 'You're very attractive,' she said. 'And mysterious. And if you'll help us, Locklear, I promise to plumb your mysteries as much as you like-and vice-versa. '
'An offer I can't refuse, Grace. But I don't know how I can do more than I have already.'
Her frown held little anger; more of perplexity, 'But I've told you, my dear: we must have that Kzin secret. '
'And you didn't believe what I said.'
Her secret smile again, teasing: 'Really, darling, you must give me some credit. I am in the intelligence corps.
He did see a flash of irritation cross her face this time as he laughed. 'Grace, this is crazy,' he said, still grinning. 'It may be absurd that the Kzinti thought I was an agent, but it's true. I think the planet itself is a mind- boggling discovery, and I said so first thing off.
Other than that, what can I say?'
'I'm sorry you're going to be this way about it,' she said with the pout of a nubile teen-ager, then hitched up the sidearm on her belt as if to remind him of it.
She's sure something, he thought as they strode back to his clearing. If I had any secret to hide, could she get it out of me with this kind of attention? Maybe-but she's all technique and no real passion. Exactly the girl you want to bring home to your friendly regimental combat team… Grace motioned him into the cabin without a word and, as Schmidt sent him into the room with Ruth and the old man, he saw both Gomulka and Stockton leave the cabin with Grace. I don't think she has affairs of the heart, he reflected with a wry smile. Affairs of the glands beyond counting, but maybe no heart to lose. Or no character?
He sat down near Ruth, who was sitting with Gimp's head in her lap, and sighed. 'Ruth much smart about new woman. Locklear see now,' he said and, gently, kissed the homely face.
The crew had a late lunch but brought none for their captives, and Locklear was taken to his judges in the afternoon. He saw hammocks slung in his room, evidence that the crew intended to stay awhile. Stockton, as usual, began as pleasantly as he could. 'Locklear, since you're not on Agostinho's list of known intelligence assets in the Rim sectors, then maybe we've been peering at the wrong side of the coin.
'
'That's what I told the tabbies,' Locklear said.
'Now we're getting somewhere. Actually, you're a Kzin agent; right?' Locklear stared, then tried not to laugh. 'Oh, Jesus, Stockton! Why would they drop me here, in that case?'
Evidently, Stockton's pleasant side was loosely attached under trying circumstances. He flushed angrily. 'You tell us.'
'You can find out damned fast by turning me over to Interworld authorities,' Locklear reminded him.
'And if you turn out to be a plugged nickel,
Gomulka snarled, 'you're home free and we're in deep shit. No, I don't think we will, little man. We'll do anything we have to do to get the facts out of you. If it takes shooting hostages, we will.'
Locklear switched his gaze to the bedeviled Stockton and saw no help there. At this point, a few lies might help the gentles. 'A real officer, are you? Shoot these poor savages? Go ahead, actually you might be doing me a favor. You can see they hate my guts! The only reason they didn't kill me today is that they think I'm one of you, and they're scared to. Every one you knock off, or chase off, is just one less who's out to tan my hide.'
Gomulka, slyly: 'So how'd you say you got that tabby ship?'
Locklear: 'On Kzersatz. Call it grand theft, I don't give a damn.' Knowing they would explore Kzersatz sooner or later, he said, 'The tabbies probably thought I hightailed it for the Interworld fleet but I could barely fly the thing. I was lucky to get down here in one piece.'
Stockton's chin jerked up. 'Do you mean there's a Kzin force right across those force walls?'
'There was; I took care of them myself.'
Gomulka stood up now. 'Sure you did. I never heard such jizm in twenty years of barracks brags. Grace, you never did like a lot of hollering and blood. Go to the ship. ' Without a word, and with the same liquid gaze she would turn on Locklear and perhaps on anyone else she nodded and walked out.
As Gomulka reached for his captive, Locklear grabbed for the heavy toolbox. That little hand welder would ruin a man's entire afternoon. Gomulka nodded, and suddenly Locklear felt his arms gripped from behind by Schmidt's big hands. He brought both feet up, kicked hard against the table, and as the table flew into the faces of Stockton and Gomulka, Schmidt found himself propelled backward against the cabin wall. Shouting, cursing, they overpowered Locklear at last, hauling the top of his flight suit down so that its arms could be tied into a sort of straitjacket. Breathing hard, Gomulka issued his final backhand slap toward Locklear's mouth. Locklear ducked, then spat into the big man's face.
Wiping spittle away with his sleeve, Gomulka muttered, 'Curt, we gotta soften this guy up.'
Stockton pointed to the scars on Locklear's upper body. 'You know, I don't think he softens very well, David. Ask yourself whether you think it's useful, or whether you just want to do it.'
It was another of those ideas Gomulka seemed to value greatly because he had so few of his own. 'Well goddammit, what would you do?' 'Coercion may work, but not this kind.' Studying the silent Locklear in the grip of three men, he came near smiling. 'Maybe give him a comm set and drop him among the Neanderthals. When he's
