The Shadow of Saganami

'Aye, aye, Sir.'

'Freighter Nijmegen , this is Captain Daumier of the heavy cruiser Anhur . Cut your accel immediately and stand by for rendezvous!'

The voice was harsh, hard-edged, with the flat accent of the slums of Nouveau Paris. There was a chill menace to it, despite the absence of any overt threats, and it was female.

'Odd, wouldn't you say, Ansten?' Terekhov murmured, and the executive officer nodded.

'In a lot of ways, Skipper. That's a Peep talking, all right. But why voice-only? And why not identify Anhur as a Havenite vessel?'

'Maybe she's pretending to be a 'regular' pirate, Skipper,' Ginger Lewis offered from her own quadrant of Terekhov's com screen, and he made a small gesture, inviting her to amplify her thought.

'On my first deployment to Silesia, the Peeps had organized a complicated commerce-raiding operation designed, at least in part, to look as much as possible like regular pirate attacks on our merchant traffic,' she said. 'Could this be more of the same?'

'Why bother?' Naomi Kaplan's question wasn't a challenge. The tac officer was simply thinking aloud, and Ginger shrugged.

'One of their objects then was to keep ONI guessing about whether what we faced were Peeps or simply the normal scum, taking advantage of how the war was distracting us from Silesia. But another one-and more important in their thinking-was to keep the Andies from realizing they were operating in the Empire's backyard. They didn't want to drive the Andy Navy into our arms by looking as if they were threatening Imperial territory. Could they be thinking the same way about the Sollies now?'

'Trying to avoid provoking the League by stepping on OFS' toes in an area it's always considered its private turf, you mean?' Terekhov said.

'Yes, Sir.' Hexapuma's Engineer shrugged again. 'Mind you, Skipper, I can't see any reason why they should be worried about it. We're the ones trying to expand into the area, not them, and the Sollies must know that. So I'm not saying it makes a lot of sense, just that it's the only explanation for their behavior that springs to my mind.'

'Well, they're not likely to make anyone believe they're 'regular pirates' with a woman in command,' Kaplan observed sourly. 'Too many real pirates are neobarbs from backwaters even less enlightened than Nuncio. Some of them remind me of those hard-line bastards on Masada, actually.' She grimaced. 'The idiots are convinced no one can run a hard-assed lot like them unless he shaves and has testicles!'

'Now, Naomi,' Nagchaudhuri said soothingly. 'There are some female pirate skippers. Just not very many.'

'And by and large, the women who've commanded pirates have been one hell of a lot nastier than the men,' FitzGerald agreed.

'True.' Terekhov nodded. 'Still, there's something about this-'

'Excuse me, Sir,' Nagchaudhuri interrupted. ' Anhur's repeating her message.'

'Missile launch!' one of Kaplan's ratings announced suddenly. 'I have a single missile launch from Bogey One!'

Kaplan's eyes flashed back to her plot. A single inbound missile showed on it as a red triangle, apex pointed directly at Hexapuma while it moved steadily across the display. The tac officer scanned the data sidebars, then relaxed and looked back up at her captain.

'Classify this as a warning shot, Skipper,' she said. 'It's coming in under max acceleration. From their current base velocity, that gives them a maximum range of less than three-point-two million klicks before burnout. Considering the geometry, the actual effective envelope against us is only a tad over two million at launch... and the range is four-point-four-point-eight million.'

Terekhov nodded. If Anhur had actually intended to hit an impeller-drive target- even a clumsy, lumbering, half-lamed one like ' Nijmegen '-at this range, they would have fired at a much lower acceleration to extend the missile drive's endurance so that it could track the evading ship. This bird would be inert and harmless as it coasted ballistically past Hexapuma , which meant it was simply a pointed reminder that Captain Daumier's ship had the range to kill the freighter at any moment, if that was what she decided to do.

'Same message?' he asked Nagchaudhuri.

'Yes, Sir. Almost word for word, in fact.'

'Well,' Terekhov made himself smile as he watched the missile icon continuing to speed in Hexapuma's general direction, 'given that there's no one aboard ship who could produce a believable Rembrandter accent, I think we'll just decline to answer Captain Daumier for the moment.'

One or two people chuckled, and he looked at Kaplan.

'Keep an eye on them, Guns. They may get frustrated by our silence and decide to fire something with a bit more lethal intent.'

'Aye, aye, Skipper.'

Terekhov leaned comfortably back in his command chair and crossed his legs, his expression serene, with the confident assurance expected of the commander of one of Her Majesty's starships. And if there was a hidden, fiery core of anticipation behind those blue eyes, that was no one's business but his.

* * *

Helen tried very hard to look as calm as everyone about her in AuxCon It wasn't easy, and she wondered how difficult it was for the others. Especially, she thought with mixed resentment and reluctant admiration, for Paulo d'Arezzo. The overly handsome midshipman seemed impervious to the taut anticipation winding tighter and tighter at Helen's own center. The only possible indication that he shared any of her own tension was a very slight narrowing of his gray eyes as he sat with the three EW ratings Lieutenant Bagwell had assigned to assist him, watching his displays with quiet, efficient competence.

Twelve minutes had passed since Anhur's first transmission. Despite the Captain's high reputation as a tactician, Helen had never really believed he would succeed in drawing his enemies into pursuing him so unwaveringly for so long. The range was down to 586,000 kilometers-less than two light- seconds, and barely eighty thousand kilometers outside theoretical energy weapon range-and Anhur's overtake velocity was barely two thousand KPS.

Brilliant, she thought admiringly, yet her mouth was undeniably dry. But there's a downside to all this. Sure, we've sucked the bad guys in exactly where we wanted them. Which means we're about to enter the energy weapon envelope of two opponents simultaneously.

The possible consequences of that made for some unhappy thoughts which, although she had no way of knowing it, were very similar to some which had crossed Ansten FitzGerald's mind. But while she was unaware of the XO's reservations, she suspected Captain Daumier was even less happy than she was, if not for exactly the same reasons. The Peep officer's voice had become steadily harsher, harder, and more impatient over the last ten minutes or so. There'd also been two more missiles, and the second one had been a hot bird-a laser head that detonated barely sixty thousand kilometers clear of the ship.

The Captain hadn't turned a hair as the missile came rumbling down on his command. Helen's fingers had itched, almost quivering with the urge to bring up Hexapuma's missile defenses, but the Captain simply sat there, watching the missile bore in, and smiled thinly.

'Not this one,' he'd said calmly to Lieutenant Commander Kaplan. 'She's not quite pissed off enough yet to kill a golden goose, and a ship like the real Nijmegen would be worth several times any cargo she could be carrying out here in the Verge. She won't just blow that away when she figures she can have us in energy range-or close enough for pinnaces and boarding shuttles, for God's sake!-in another twenty minutes, and take us intact.'

He'd been right, but Helen had decided she never wanted to play cards against the Captain. He was too-

'All right, Guns,' the Captain said in an even, conversational tone that sliced the silence on both bridges like a scalpel. 'Execute Abattoir in thirty seconds.'

'Aye, aye, Sir,' Kaplan said crisply. 'Execute Abattoir in three-zero seconds.' She pressed a stud on her console, and her voice sounded over every earbug aboard Hexapuma . 'All hands, this is