Angelmass.

Chandris paused, the connector halfway off. "No," she said.

"It"s an art, you know, surgery," Hanan said, his voice oddly distant. "One of the few real arts left.

Maybe the only one where you can genuinely feel that you"re doing some good for people."

Chandris heard the faint whine of his exobraces as he moved his arm. "How far had you gotten?" she

asked.

"I was in my second year of college when our parents died," he told her. "Ornina had just finished basic, and insisted on going to work to help me pay my way. I was able to work some, too, but she was the one who kept us afloat. I let her do it because I knew that when I got into practice I could afford to send her to college, too. To pay her back for everything.

"I was six months from finishing when the disease showed up."

Chandris blinked away sudden moisture. "They couldn"t do anything about it?"

"Well, that"s the point, you see," Hanan said, his tone suddenly strange. "They could have."

She turned around to look at him, expecting to see anger in his eyes. But all that was there was

sadness. "I don"t understand," she said carefully.He let out his breath in a gentle whoosh. "It could have been cured, Chandris," he said, gazing at his trembling hand. "Not just helped; cured. All it would have taken would have been some highly specialized neural surgery and six months of intensive treatment... and about two million ruya to pay for all of it."

Unbidden, a memory from the Barrio flicked into Chandris"s mind: old Flavin, limping painfully

along on an ankle that could easily have been replaced. "I"m sorry," was all she could think of to say.

Hanan"s eyes came back from his hand and his memories, and he threw her a tight smile. "So was I,"

he said. "For a long time I was pretty bitter about it, I can tell you. I wasn"t asking for charity, you know-I could almost certainly have paid all of it back over a lifetime of surgical work."

Chandris nodded, an old saying floating up from the depths of her memory. " "The rich get richer," "

she quoted.

" "And the poor get babies," " Hanan finished.

"What?"

"My own version. Skip it." He c.o.c.ked an eyebrow. "So. Your turn."

She felt her stomach tighten. "His name is Trilling Vail," she told him. "For two years he was-" she

hesitated, groping for the right word.

"Your lover?" Hanan suggested delicately.

"Yes, that too. But he was a lot more." She shook her head. "You have to understand what the Black

Barrio was like, Hanan. Poor people, lots of scorers and koshes-probably a lot like that part of Magasca near the s.p.a.ceport."

"Sounds pretty grim."

"It wasn"t fun. I started out as a trac-that"s someone who plays decoy or distraction for a scorer-and worked my way up to where I was the one doing the scoring."

"All of this by yourself?"

"I was never really alone," Chandris said. "But there wasn"t anyone who really cared about me, either. Mostly the people who kept me around did so because I was useful.

"And then, when I was fourteen, I met Trilling."

She turned back to the access panel, unwilling for Hanan to see her face. "He was real nice at first. He took care of me like no one else ever had. Taught me all sorts of tricks, got me involved with his friends, let me move in with him."

Bittersweet memories flashed past her eyes, making her throat hurt. "What can I say? He took care of me."

There was a brief pause. "What happened?" Hanan asked quietly. "Another woman?"

Chandris snorted. "Not Trilling," she said. "He always said he was a one-woman man. As far as I know he never tommed around while I was with him. No, what happened was that he started acting... strange. I mean really strange. He"d try to score tracks he wasn"t ready for, and then go crazy-mad when they popped. He"d get mad at me for no reason at all, or else drop into a black pit for days at a time. He"d disappear, too, at strange hours and blow up when I tried to ask where he"d been. And he started playing around with reeks a lot."

"Sounds like someone on the glide path to a mental breakdown," Hanan said. "Did you try to get him to talk to someone?"

"About twice a week. But he blew up every time I suggested it. Besides, there wasn"t much of anyone left for him to talk to; most of his friends had chopped and hopped by that time. They said he was a crash waiting to happen and didn"t want to be around when it did."

"Some friends," Hanan murmured.

"The Barrio was like that," Chandris told him. "No one ever did anything for anybody unless there was something in it for them."

"Well..." Hanan scratched his cheek. "Pardon me for pointing it out, but you stayed with Trilling. And it doesn"t sound like you were getting much out of it."

Chandris felt her lip twist. "Don"t try to make me look n.o.ble, Hanan. I wasn"t. Even at his worst Trilling was the most security my life had ever had, and I didn"t want to lose that. Or maybe just didn"t want to admit that it was already lost. You lie to yourself a lot in a place like the Barrio."

"People lie to themselves a lot everywhere."

Chandris shrugged. "Anyway, it finally got to the point where I couldn"t take it anymore. I decided I had to get out." A sudden, violent shiver ran up through her at the memory. "And then, like a complete fool, I went and told Trilling I was leaving."

Hanan took a step closer to her, his arm slipping around her shoulders. "Did he hurt you?" he asked gently.

Chandris shivered again, the memories flashing across her vision. "He never even touched me. All he did was stand there, staring at me with a crazy look in his eyes. And then he told me, in complete detail, what he would do to me if I ever even tried to leave him."

She shook her head. "I still don"t know how I got away the way I did. I guess he didn"t really believe I was serious."

For a long minute they stood there in silence. Chandris found herself leaning into Hanan"s side, feeling the warmth and strength and security of his presence. In some ways it reminded her of how things had once been with Trilling; and yet, in other ways, it was an entirely new experience. There was no s.e.xual content to the hug, none of the underlying current of predator ferocity that had seemed to saturate everything Trilling said or did. Hanan"s touch was one of friendship; nothing more, nothing less. And it asked nothing more or less in return.

Which was only going to make it that much harder when she left.

She blinked back the tears from her eyes and straightened away from him. "I"m all right," she murmured. "Thanks."

Hanan dropped his hand away. "It"s not always a blessing having a perfect memory, is it?"

"It"s not a blessing at all," she said bitterly. "It"s a tool that"s been useful in scoring. Nothing more."

And speaking of tools... With a sigh, she reached for the wrench again- And from the gate behind them came the sudden clink of the latch.

Trilling! Chandris jumped, banging her head on the underside of the Gazelle, feet scrambling for traction as she came down. She spun around, hand darting to the tool tray for something-anything-she could use as a weapon. Grabbing a long screwdriver more by luck than design, she twisted to try and get around Hanan"s bulk- It wasn"t Trilling. It was Kosta, frozen like a startled animal halfway through the gate. "Uh... h.e.l.lo," he managed, eyes flicking to the screwdriver gripped in Chandris"s hand and then back to her face. "Have I come at a bad time?"

"No, no," Hanan said cheerfully, his serious mood vanished without a trace. "That was nothing to do with you. I told a bad joke and Chandris was taking exception to it. Come in, come in."

Slowly, obviously not convinced, Kosta resumed his interrupted trip through the gate. "Because if it"s a bad time-"

"No, really," Hanan waved him forward. "Chandris, put that screwdriver down. What brings you out this way, Jereko? You need another ride out to Angelma.s.s?"

"I"m sure his credit line must be unsnarled by now," Chandris put in before Kosta could answer, tossing the screwdriver back into the tool tray in disgust. Kosta, anytime, was an annoyance. Right now, he was a flat-out intrusion.

She looked back up in time to see a muscle in Kosta"s cheek twitch. "As it happens," he said, "it"s not."

"Odd," Hanan frowned. "I thought it was just some sort of clerical error."

"So did I," Kosta agreed. "Apparently, it"s something more complicated than that. What, exactly, I don"t know. Director Podolak"s still having trouble getting straight answers."

They probably caught on to whatever track you"re trying to score, Chandris thought with sour satisfaction. Now if only Hanan would wish him well and send him on his way...

"Well, we"ll be going up again in two days," Hanan offered. "If you want to come along, you"re certainly welcome."

Kosta"s eyes flicked to Chandris. "I somehow doubt the invitation is unanimous. Anyway, for now there"s not much point in my going up. I want to look for the kind of conditions the theory says ought to precede these radiation surges, but until my credit line gets unfrozen I can"t get any new equipment."

"Can"t you do anything with your original experiment?" Hanan asked. "Modify it somehow?"

"That"s what I"m trying," Kosta nodded. "So far it"s going pretty slowly."

"Well, if you need any tools, you"re welcome to use ours here," Hanan said. "Sorry that we can"t offer you anything else, but hunterships tend to run on a tight budget."

"Oh, I understand," Kosta a.s.sured him. "And thank you for the offer. Actually, the main reason I came by was to see how you were doing." He glanced again at Chandris, his eyes a little hard this time. "For some reason, I"ve been having trouble getting hold of you by phone."

"Oh?" Hanan asked, throwing Chandris a speculative look.

"We"ve been having problems with the Gazelle"s phones," she told him evenly. "The system"s been locking out some incoming calls. I"ve been working on it."

"Ah." Hanan held her gaze a moment longer, then turned back to Kosta. "Sorry about that. However, as you can see, I"m pretty well recovered. Certainly enough for Ornina to put me back to work. You mentioned a theory in the works about these radiation surges?"

The cheek muscle twitched again. "So they say. Dr. Qhahenlo thinks it"s a self-focusing effect triggered by something falling into Angelma.s.s from one of the hunterships. I"m not convinced, myself."

"I don"t recall you liking the Acchaa theory much, either," Chandris put in. "Are there any theories you like?"

He glared at her. "Actually, I"m rather partial to the idea that the angels are a deliberate alien invasion," he said tartly. "Here to turn everyone in the Empyrean into something non-human."

"Unfortunately, we don"t need alien help to become less than human," Hanan murmured, glancing at Chandris. "Matter of fact, Chandris and I were just discussing that."

Kosta looked back and forth between them, then shrugged. "Anyway, I wrote the whole thing up-results, comments, and everybody"s theories as to what happened. We"ll see what kind of response I get." He hesitated. "Incidentally, I also discussed your trapped-alien theory with a couple of people. They said that the idea"s been around for quite a while."

"Old doesn"t necessarily mean wrong," Hanan pointed out. "Did any of them actually refute it, or did they all just make the usual learnedly snide comments?"

"The latter, mostly," Kosta conceded. "One of them compared it to the ancient epicycle theory of planetary motion. Said it complicated matters without really explaining anything."

"You agree with that?"

"I don"t know," Kosta admitted. "That"s the other reason I came by, actually; I wondered if you"d be willing to discuss it some more with me. When you"re not so busy, of course," he added hastily.

"I"m sure that would be fine," Chandris put in, letting a little acid drip off her tone. "Look us up in about six months. Eight, if we keep getting interrupted."

Kosta reddened. "I"m sorry," he said, taking a step back toward the gate. "I didn"t mean to interrupt your work."

"Oh, don"t mind Chandris," Hanan told him. "Though if you"ve got the time, we actually could use an extra pair of hands. You interested?"

"Uh-" Kosta looked at Chandris, a wary look on his face. "Well... sure. Sure, why not?"

"Good." Hanan stepped away from Chandris"s side. "Why don"t you give Chandris a hand with the connector replacements while I go inside and get the leak-checker warmed up."

Without waiting for a reply he ducked under the Gazelle"s hull and headed back toward the hatchway. Kosta looked at Chandris, seemed to brace himself. "Okay," he said, coming forward, his expression that of someone approaching a large dog. "What can I do to help?"

"Absolutely nothing," Chandris growled, turning her back on him. She reached into the access hatch and started uns.c.r.e.w.i.n.g the loosened connector. "I mean that. You want to be helpful, go follow Hanan around. Better yet, go away."

She felt him come up behind her. "Look, I"m sorry you don"t like me," he said. "I"m not exactly crazy about you, either, if you want to know the truth. But the fact of the matter is that Hanan and Ornina did me a big favor, and I"d like to try and pay them back a little. I don"t know if you can understand that or not."

Chandris clenched her teeth hard enough to hurt... but under the circ.u.mstances there wasn"t a single nurking thing she could say to that. "Give me one of those grommets," she ordered.

They worked in silence for a few minutes; Chandris doing the real work, Kosta handing her tools and parts as requested. She had just finished tightening the last connector when the phone hanging on the tool tray"s handle trilled. "Chandris?" Hanan"s voice called.