Even so, I had to ask. 'What about us?'
She laughed, a short, explosive sound. 'I liked you, Joel. It was fun, but now it's time for me to leave.' She raised the jetpistol. Her expression held regret and finality. I wouldn't beg, but my expression must have spoken for me. Perhaps she thought I was afraid of dying.
I glanced at the stunner hanging on my patrol pack-two impossible meters away.
She caught me looking and a smile played around the edges of her lips. I knew the expression. She was daring me to try.
I held her gaze but I didn't take the bait. 'You can't kill everyone who knows you're here.'
Her smile was as wide and predatory as any kzin's. 'Watch me.' The weapon's bore looked as big as a cannon's. Her finger tightened around the trigger.
There was a piercing scream and the wall behind her exploded around two hundred and fifty kilos of kzin. She fired reflexively but I was already on my way to the floor. Even so, she would have got me if Hunter's attack hadn't ruined her aim. The rocket slug went past my ear with a nasty zzzwip, leaving an acrid trail of burned propellant. Another slug slammed into my computer, spraying shards of plastic and glass over my head. A second later it was followed by Suze and the kzin in a tangle of limbs. They hit the wall and bounced to the floor. The jetpistol sailed into a corner. She lay on the floor beneath him, returning his fanged snarl in kind. I had to admire her courage.
I picked myself off the floor and shook off the ruins of my computer. The room was filling with startled clerks and cops from the outer office. As they disentangled Hunter and Suze, I retrieved the jetpistol and examined the thumbnail-sized hole it had left in the wall. On the other side was a crater the size of a serving platter. The outer office was showered in fragments of pulverized sprayfoam. Shattered remnants of my desk covered my office. I shuddered. It could have been the shattered remnants of me.
Hunter dusted himself off, scream-snarled and bounded out to work out the fight juices. Someone hauled Suze off to the tender mercies of the UN Intel interrogation section. When they were through raping her mind, she'd have nothing left to tell. I'd have rather seen her face Hunter claw to claw.
When everyone was gone, I sat down at my desk. By reflex I pounded the switch, not registering its destruction. After that, I just sat; eventually I went home.
Suze was in interrogation three days. Her trial should have been in the Swarm but the UN moved it to Wunderland so she could be made an example of. By the time the Goldskins were done with her the extradition paperwork was finished. I didn't see her off. Instead, I asked a favor of Jocelyn Merral and watched from the hangar bay control deck as the guards escorted her to the ship that would take her to Wunderland and the ProvGov's version of justice. She caught sight of me as they led her onto the ramp and stopped, looking up. The guards yanked her along, and she was gone.
I kept watching out the window. I knew I wouldn't see her again. I just didn't want anyone to see my face.
That evening I sat at the bar in the Ratskellar, drinking beer and brooding. Earlier I'd sat in my room, drinking vodka and playing with the safety on a jetpistol that should have been sealed in an evidence bag on its way to Wunderland. I didn't decide life was worth living, I just couldn't live with myself if I took the coward's way out.
Of course, if I did I wouldn't have to. Alcohol doesn't make for logical decision-making. It was enough that I'd left the weapon behind.
The rockjack beside me suddenly left. His stool was taken by a huge orange hulk. Hunter-of-Outlaws ordered a liter of vodka and milk before speaking. 'Humans have odd ways of celebrating victory.'
I grunted. 'Is it a victory I'm celebrating?'
'Hrrr. We have found the outlaw we sought and more besides. Several major criminal enterprises have been brought down and gutted. We have performed our duties well and with honor and our belts are heavy with trophies. It is a triumph worthy of our names.'
I didn't answer directly; I asked a question. 'How did you know to come through the wall like that?'
'How could I not know? My office echoes to your voice all day. I cannot close my ears tight enough to keep it out. For years I've been trying to get a privacy field.' He growled deeply.
So much for soundproof sprayfoam.
'I owe you my life, you know.'
He waved a paw dismissively. 'You will repay that blood-debt when the situation arises. Now tell me why you choke on the meat of victory?'
'She offered me as much money as I cared to ask for. Of course, I couldn't take it.'
'You are true to your honour.'
'You don't understand. I loved her.'
'I sympathize with your situation. Your species' reproductive arrangements are overcomplex. Such strong attachment to females can only lead to continuing tragedy.'
'No, love is a continuing glory. She loved me too, she just loved… freedom… more. I would have gone with her in a second if she'd let me.'
Hunter was staring at me, openly amazed. 'You would have sacrificed your honour for the affections of this outlaw female?'
'It would have been a small price.'
His ears flicked and his tail twitched as he tried to make sense of that. He gave it up and quaffed his drink resignedly. 'Truly, I will never understand humans.'
I had to laugh. I clapped him on the back and gestured for another round. 'Neither will I, my friend, neither will I.'
Larry Niven
The Man-Kzin Wars 09
Fly-By-Night
Larry Niven
The windows in Odysseus had been skylights. The doors had become hatches. I ran down the corridor looking at numbers. Seven days we'd been waiting for aliens to appear in the ship's lobby, and nothing!
Nothing until now. I felt good. Excited. I ran full tilt, not from urgency but because I could. I'd expected to reach Home as frozen meat in one of these Ice Class cargo modules.
I reached 36, stooped and punched the steward's bell. Just as the door swung down, I remembered not to grin.
A nightmare answered.
It looked like an octopus underwater, except for the vest. At the roots of five eel's-tail segments, each four feet long, eyes looked up at me. We never see Jotoki often enough to get used to them. The limbs clung to a ladder that would cross the cabin ceiling when the gravity generators were on.
I said, 'Legal Entity Paradoxical, I have urgent business with Legal Entity Fly-By-Night.'
The Jotok started to say, 'Business with my master-' when its master appeared below it on the ladder.
This was the nightmare I'd been expecting: five to six hundred pounds of orange and sienna fur, sienna commas marking the face, needle teeth just showing points, looking up at me out of a pit. Fly-By-Night wore a kind of rope vest, pockets all over it, and buttons or corks on the points of all ten of its finger claws.
'-is easily conducted in virtual fashion,' the Jotok concluded.
What I'd been about to say went clean out of my head. I asked, 'Why the buttons?'
Lips pulled back over a forest of carnivore teeth, LE Fly-By-Night demanded, 'Who are you to question me?'
'Martin Wallace Graynor,' I said. Conditioned reflex.
The reading I'd done suggested that a killing snarl would leave a kzin mute, able to express himself only by
