'All the more reason to remain calm. He must not be made to appear at all valuable. Otherwise, they will think they are in a position to bargain with us. They must never think that! They must remain uncertain on that score. We must keep them guessing. Silence is better. And it is better for Jones, too. You will see.'
Packer ran his hands through his hair and sat down with a flop in a chair opposite the Russian pilot. A deep frown creased his unhappy face. 'I suppose you're right. But I still hate it!'
'I know. It is most unfortunate. But there is yet hope. We do not know what he may have told them. He may have convinced them he knows nothing of our whereabouts. And unless they are very desperate, they will have to believe him. I don't imagine even Ramm is bold enough to begin arresting people wholesale. The mutineers must still maintain some semblance of order-at least for a little longer. So, perhaps they will release Jones, eh?'
Packer nodded slowly. Kalnikov continued. 'Now, then, how are we coming on the break-in?'
'MIRA's shields tumbled a few hours ago.'
'That's good news! Yes? Fantastic! That is something to cheer about at least.'
'Well, yes and no. Without getting too technical, let's just say we're only sixty percent home. There's still a long way to go. MIRA's a tricky gal. She's state of the art and her data blanks are all biochip components. They're a lot tougher to manipulate at arm's length. More complex. We can roam around inside her circuits and sample bits and pieces of stuff we run across, but that way it would take years to find what we're looking for. And there's a good chance that we'd stumble over an internal tripwire of some kind and give ourselves away-they'd know they had a worm. They'd start shuffling the stuff around and we'd never find it. We need to know where the information we want is stored, and we also have to find which lines they're using for communication. In short, we need a master key to the system layout. A road map. We're working on it now.'
'Well, keep working on it. Let me know as soon as we have something.' Kalnikov got up and brushed the bags out of his uniform. 'I've got to go and pick up the last shift report from my second-in-command. '
'There is one thing, though,' Packer called after him. 'We could order a shutdown of certain on-board systems throughout Gotham.'
'Oh? How would we do that?'
'It's simple. We merely introduce false information into the matrix-say, splice in a signal for a faulty blower fan or something. MIRA would shut down the ventilator in order to check it out, or she'd signal someone to go fix it. Anyway, it would be shut down while all that was taking place. It might be useful.'
'Oh, yes,' Kalnikov smiled broadly. 'You never know what might be useful.' …
RAMM PACED BACK AND forth in front of the director's desk. Wermeyer sat watching him, drumming his fingers on the wooden desktop.
'It's not good. I have to let him go soon; I can't keep hint indefinitely-we haven't charged him with anything. People are asking questions.'
'Well then, charge him. Think up something. If we let him loose now he'll know we don't have a clue where they are. And if he is in contact with the others, they'll know it, too.'
'Any word from Hocking?'
'For the third time-no, not yet! Relax, will you? Getting nervous won't help. Everything's going as planned. The takeover is right on schedule.'
Ramm shook his head and glared at Wermeyer. 'I won't relax until this place is buttoned down tight. Right now there are too many variables. Too much can go wrong.'
'You're a worrier, Ramm. I've already told you, nothing can go wrong. Why don't you stay here and have a drink with me? You look as if you could use one.'
'No, thanks. I'm still on duty,' replied Ramm coldly. He turned to walk out of the room. 'Still, I wonder what can be keeping Hocking. He was supposed to have been here by now.'
Wermeyer only shrugged and turned away. Ramm was a worrier-a good soldier, but a worrier and a stickler for detail. But soon it would all be over and then the station would be theirs. And after that? Well, who could tell? Anything was possible. Anything at all. …
SPENCE FELT THE ROPE twist in his grip as his fingers let go. He saw it slide sideways. His hand clawed the air. It seemed that he hung motionless for a fraction of a second before sinking backward into the chasm. He heard the screams of horrified onlookers and recognized his own name among unintelligible shouts.
He twisted in the air even as he fell and managed to snag a piece of the side-webbing of the bridge. With one hand he caught the length of rope and held on. Then, blood pounding in his temples so hard that he could hardly see, he managed to get his other hand on the rope and haul himself back up a few centimeters.
The rope as a weak lifeline; it served only to prolong the agony. For as he clung to the rope, kicking his feet to maintain his grasp, the strand snapped and he plummeted into the chasm below-to the renewed shrieks of those watching on the banks above.
Spence saw the darkness rushing up toward him and the gray brown rock face slipping past him only an arm's length away.
Then something struck him. At first he thought he must have collided with a rock jutting out from the stone wall. There was a tearing sound-as if he had snagged his clothing on the rocks. In the same instant he felt a sharp pain between his shoulder blades.
He caught and spun, arms and legs jerking uselessly. His head snapped forward, driving his chin into his chest.
He was dangling in mid-air. He turned his head to see what had saved him and looked up into Kyr's two huge eyes. The blow Spence felt between his shoulder blades was Kyr's lightning-fast grab at his clothing. The Martian now held him with one hand, clinging precariously to some near-invisible handhold with the other.
Moments later they were clambering over the edge of the precipice, eager hands pulling them to safety. Adjani gripped Spence's arm very hard and pulled him away from the edge.
Kyr bent over him and asked, 'Are you injured?'
'No. Dizzy. I'll be fine.'
'I am sorry if I hurt you, Earthfriend. Your gravity does not allow me so move with ease. I fear I struck you too hard.'
Spence only shook his head.
'I never saw anything like it!' cried Gita. 'I never saw anyone move to fast in my whole entire lifetime. Great merciful heavens!'
Spence turned to the chasm. 'My dream almost came true just then. Thank God it didn't. And thank you, Kyr. I owe you my life.'
'I am glad to serve you, Earthfriend. I sensed you were in difficulty.'
'Look at that!' shouted Gita behind them. 'Our audience is leaving. Show's over! '
They turned to see the villagers filing silently away, heading back to their homes as darkness closed on the mountains.
'I don't blame them,' said Spence. He nodded toward Kalitiri, seen as a dark, impenetrable mass over them, now indistinguishable from the mountain around it. 'We go to beard the lion in his den. I'm sure they don't want any part of it. But I wonder how they knew?'
'They are a very superstitious people, these hill-dwellers,' said Gita. 'They do not like to wander these mountains in the dark. Only tragedy can come of it. When the sun goes down, they light their fires against the night and squat in their home until morning.'
The last of the hillpeople were gone now, padding softly away in the twilight. They had gone quietly so as not to arouse the slowly awakening spirits of the hills.
'What do we do now?' wondered Spence out loud. 'Any ideas?'
'Yes,' said Adjani, 'I've been thinking about it all day.'
'And?'
'And I think it's time we had a council of war.'
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… THE IDEA WAS LUDICROUS. Plain silly, it seemed to Spence. The four of them were going to try to break
