stopped, held back for a moment in frozen fury, and gradually normal breathing and color returned to his face. His expression, however, was still dangerous. “I don’t know, Zinder, but you and that brat of yours will pay dearly if anything goes wrong,” he warned.
Zinder sighed. “I’ve done everything you want. I’ve designed and built your big dish and massive storage, linked it, and checked it. Your creature Yulin has kept the only controls, and I see my daughter only under guard. You know full well I haven’t the faintest idea what you’re talking about.”
That last remark triggered something in Trelig. He stood dumbstruck for a moment, then snapped his fingers.
“Of course! Of course!” he mumbled to himself. “It’s the
“Cameras in full deployment,” Obie’s voice came to them. “Asteroid target in position in seventy minutes.”
Topside—1100 Hours
Nikki Zinder stared at the frozen figure in wonder. “She’s cute,” she said, almost clinically. “And she’s got a
The guard nodded as he stripped Mavra of her pistol, then backed away. It was one of the female-looking males. He resembled the women upstairs except in two departments: the genitalia and his height, which was more than 190 centimeters with the body proportionately large.
“Stay over on the bed, Nikki,” the guard told her. “She’s coming around now and I don’t want you to get hurt.”
Mavra felt a tingling sensation, as if circulation that had been cut off was gradually coming back. Her eyes hurt, and she managed to blink them, then continued to blink, releasing watery tears of relief. She had been frozen with them open.
She shook her head slightly to clear it, then looked at the guard. She was still too shaky to try anything, and the guard’s drawn and aimed pistol was more than a match for any moves or powers.
“All right, woman—or whatever you are—what are you doing here and how did you get here?” the guard demanded.
Mavra coughed slightly, bringing saliva back to a dry throat. “I’m Mavra Chang,” she told her captor. “I was hired to get Nikki off New Pompeii before the big test.” There was no use lying; the evidence was all around, and the truth might buy time for an opening.
Nikki gasped. “My father sent you, didn’t he?”
“In a way,” Mavra replied. “Without you they have no hold on him.”
The guard looked angry. “You louse! You common sewer rat! Her father wouldn’t have sent you. He’d know that Nikki would succumb to the sponge if she left here.”
Nikki’s boldness and the guard’s obvious concern for the girl heartened Mavra. As was common in cases of kidnapping, guard and captive had become friends. Such friendship could sometimes be exploited. She decided to take a chance on the complete truth. Time was running out anyway, and she had little to lose. This guard was more competent, which meant more cautious, than the others.
“Look,” she said sincerely, “I’m going to level with you. That test—it won’t go as Trelig expects. Zinder has held out some information. When it gets switched on, the odds are it’ll destroy this little world. I have enough sponge in my cruiser, parked outside the limit, to give her what she needs, and there’s an antitoxin I know how to make.”
“Oh, god! Daddy!” Nikki exclaimed excitedly. “You’ve got to save him!”
The guard thought for a moment, trying to sort things out. Before he could, there was the sound of heavy footsteps coming down the stairs. Into the room burst an incredible figure, pistol drawn.
He was fully two meters tall, solid muscle, tremendously hairy, and scary as hell. He saw that the situation was well in hand, then looked down on Mavra. He towered over her.
“So, half-man, you caught the prize, eh?” he growled in the deepest resonant bass voice Mavra had ever heard. Nikki’s expression was horror-struck; she feared this man most of all.
“Get out of the way, Ziggy,” the guard ordered softly.
The big man sniffed. “Ah, shit! What can this tiny little thing do to anybody now? I kill her the hard way, poke a hole right through her,” he boasted, leering.
“Get out of the way,” the guard repeated.
Instead, he moved up to Mavra and put out a huge hairy hand, lifting her face up slightly and mildly stroking her cheek and neck.
Mavra flexed the muscles in her left hand, felt the venom rise to her fingertips. All five in him for sure, in another two seconds, she thought.
She was about to make her move when she suddenly heard a high-pitched whine. The big man screamed, seemed to freeze, then fell over. Mavra jumped quickly to miss being crushed under the mountain of muscle.
The guard sighed, then pointed the pistol at Mavra again. She’d been too stunned to use the precious time.
“Is it true what you said?” the guard asked. “You have sponge, and you have an antitoxin?”
Mavra nodded numbly, still looking at the fallen man.
“Here, catch!” the guard said, and she looked up. The guard tossed her pistol back to her. She caught it, looked undecided for a moment, then holstered it again.
“You wouldn’t happen to know what time it is?” Mavra asked woodenly. The guard looked at an area on the back of his holster. “Eleven fourteen,” he said.
“Come on, then!” she snapped, coming out of it. “That gives us just sixteen minutes to steal a spaceship.”
On the run, Mavra got the guard, whose name was Renard, to radio that the fugitive was caught and under restraint in the guard quarters. Trelig acknowledged the report and, in a tone that was more vicious than any he’d used before, the kind reserved for anticipating taking people apart cell by cell, ordered her brought to him.
They approached the spaceport. Nikki had received a treatment from Ben only a few days before, but she was still very fat and very slow. It couldn’t be helped; Mavra couldn’t take off without her.
The spaceport was quiet. “One guard, Marta, inside, and that’s it,” Renard told them. “Trelig figures even if you steal one, the robot guardians will shoot you down. You
Nikki looked a little upset. “Now’s a fine time to ask that one!”
“Yes, it’s okay,” Mavra assured them. “If Nikki’s aboard the code will come to me. Posthypnotic.”
“I’ll enter the terminal alone,” Renard suggested. “Marta won’t suspect me.” He paused, then added, “You know, she’s not really a bad person, either. We might take her.”
“No problem,” Renard assured her. “They’re like robots themselves. They just can’t handle anything outside their own experience.”
“Time’s wasting!” Mavra snapped. “
She counted down from thirty after Renard entered the terminal. Then she walked brazenly out in the open, up the terminal walk, with Nikki waddling behind, removed her pistol, and shot the control box on the weapons detector.
“Now, Nikki! Run for the door!”
Nikki didn’t move. “No!” she replied stubbornly. “Not without my father!”
