He caught her at the bottom, his hands strong and hard. They were in a storeroom, crowded with half-open boxes of machine parts.
“We’re going to the engine room, aren’t we,” he whispered, his eyes alive with delight. “To cause a right piece of trouble, no doubt.” Striding to the door, he opened it, and walked through it like he owned the place.
She followed him as they wandered through the corridors, tapping his shoulder to steer him. They went down three more levels before they encountered resistance. Two soldiers stepped out of a doorway. The older one looked over Kyle and frowned. Kyle’s disguise had failed, no doubt compromised by his concern for Prudence’s modesty.
“Who the hell are you?” the older one demanded. The younger one raked Prudence’s body with a feral gaze, his eyes trapped by her exposed legs.
“R and R delivery. Boss thought you might like to have some fun.” Kyle grinned and jerked his thumb in Prudence’s direction.
The older soldier glanced at Prudence, and she arched her shoulders back, exposing an immodest amount of cleavage. Surprised, the guard hesitated. Kyle took advantage of his distraction, stepping in close and bringing the butt of his splattergun swinging up in a vicious arc into the soldier’s jaw. The man fell against the wall and slid to the floor.
The young one finally stopped staring and started to move. Prudence stepped forward and held the knife at his throat, threatening him. But she had forgotten it had no pressure. The soldier brushed against it, unknowing, and his throat opened under the invisible edge of the knife. Blood sprayed over her and him and the corridor and he stumbled and fell.
Lying on the ground, clutching his throat and losing consciousness, he stared up at her. She remembered the look in his eyes when he had heard Kyle’s words, and felt nothing.
“Come on.” Kyle pulled at her arm and they ran. Behind them a door opened and voices shouted.
Another elevator. It had a red flashing light and did not open to Kyle’s touch. He fumbled through the utility belt, trying card after card until one opened the doors. Inside she found the symbol they had been searching for.
Next stop: Engineering.
The elevator doors opened on a short hall with thick blast doors at the end of it. She knew Kyle’s cards would not open this. With the knife she cut a circle in the door itself, ignoring the latch. Kyle kicked the circle and the slab fell into the room. Without hesitation he dived through the hole, rolling on the other side. She heard the splattergun fire once.
Carefully, avoiding the hole’s razored edges with her exposed flesh, she stepped through. Kyle chased the engineers into a storage locker, shouting and swearing and waving the splattergun like a cattle prod. There were no bodies on the floor. He must have fired over their heads.
While she threw levers on the main consoles, she wondered on his choice of actions. In a battle for their lives, for the lives of all humanity, he had fired a warning shot. Because he could. Because for this minute he could accomplish his goals without killing. Even if thirty seconds from now he would have to slaughter them like sheep, for this instant he could spare them.
The subtle vibration of the ship, the living deck beneath her feet, stilled and quieted as she killed the main engine.
With the engineers locked away, Kyle went to the ruined door and took up a firing position. Buying her time.
She studied the vast engine room. The heart of all gravitics systems was its inertial mass, a colossal lump of heavy metal surrounded by circuitry. The electronics twisted the atoms, turning their inertia into motion. Gravity and acceleration were the same thing to mathematicians and metal. The heavy core would
A honeycomb of steel pillars radiated out from the mass. The skeleton of the ship. All of the decking, the hull, the outer skin and armor, rested on these pillars. The mass pushed on the pillars and moved the ship. This was the simple design that had carried man through space for hundreds of years. It was practically foolproof.
In this monstrous ship the inertial mass was at least a thousand tons of dense metal, a dull barrel shape welded into the center of the room. Nothing she, or heavy artillery, could do to it would appreciably matter. The acres of circuitry were independently wired. The controls were double and triple backed up.
Practically foolproof.
She stepped off the platform surrounding the inertial mass. There was no grav-plating here. It would only complicate the thrust calculations. Pushing off from the deck, fighting to control the turmoil in her stomach, she sailed up to one of the great pillars that held up the rest of the ship.
It was huge, a meter around. With the knife blade she cut a small hole in the side of the gleaming metal. As she had expected, the tube was hollow. Ten-centimeter-thick walls, but hollow. And why not? Steel was stronger in that shape. These columns could easily support the hundred thousand tons of vessel above them.
She traced a circle around the pillar. All the way around, meeting up at the other side. Kicking off to the next pillar, she did the same, carefully choosing the angle of the cut.
Kyle fired from the doorway. Time was running short.
From pillar to pillar she went, deftly touching them with her atomic edge. Kyle fired again, and she heard return fire from down the corridor.
A dull thump and the screech of a thousand nails on steel. They had thrown a grenade. It must have missed the hole in the door and bounced back at them, because Kyle was still alive. She knew because she could hear his gun firing rapidly.
She finished the last pillar. The mass still rested on its base, anchored in place by power lines and control circuitry and simple inertia. The pillars hung stately, unmoved. From five meters away it was impossible to see the hairline cracks.
Kicking to the floor, she crawled out on the deck, and gravity claimed her again. She ran to a service hatch, cut off the sealing lock, and threw it open.
Kyle sprinted to join her, tossing aside the empty gun, but before he jumped pell-mell down this hole she grabbed his arm. Steering him away, to the other side of the engine, to a different service hatch. This time she cut through the metal of the door, leaving the latch in place. No door-lock sensor would give them away here.
Kyle leapt and she followed. The hatchway was shallow, only a meter. Somehow he had lost his jacket. Squatting, cramped, bundled together, she felt the warmth of his body through the fabric of her shirt. And resented that millimeter of separation.
Voices from above. The soldiers had freed their engineers.
Muffled shouting. The soldiers yelled at them to surrender, but they were at the wrong service hatch. The ruse would buy her and Kyle at most thirty seconds. She spent those precious seconds kissing him. Vibrant, fiery life burned through the fatigue and fear and pain, making her head swim with elation. She had never really felt alive, before. She could not bear to think of losing it now.
Dejae’s voice—there was no way of telling which one it was, or any point in trying—barked orders.
“Full thrust! We have a node entrance to make, and your foolish cowardice has cost us velocity.”
“Hey.” A voice from above. Instinctively she and Kyle looked up. A soldier stood at the lip of the hatch, pointing a gun down at them.
Outside, the whine of the generators as they were brought back on line.
“Hey,” the soldier shouted to his fellow mercenaries. “Over here!”
The ship …
Metal screamed. The soldier looked up in shock, but that was all he had time for. A thousand tons of metal fell upward with the force of a hundred Earths. The inertial mass pushed on the pillars of the ship. And the pillars, cut to the bone, buckled, slipped, and tore.
The heavy metal core fell through the dainty tubes like a stone through moss. Shot through the center of the ship, smashing everything in its path. Debris and shrapnel whirled in its wake, and the soldier above them disappeared in a cloud of smoke and flame.
Alarms shrieked and died. The lights went out. The only sound left was the whoosh of air rushing out into space.
Prudence cut beneath her feet, heedless of disabled alarms and dead power lines now, like a vicious parasitic
