Battlefield Earth

Chapter 3.

There was also the matter of getting his ten-year sentence- he thought of it as a sentence- contracted down to just another year on this cursed planet.

Whatever Numph had going involved Nipe and Nipe"s home-planet post in accounting. Terl had gotten that far. He sat hunched over his desk thinking.

He needed leverage on the animal, and it would have to be big- big enough to force the animal to dig without supervision and, not only that, to deliver. Well, the animal"s learning was going well and plans for other animals were all in place. He would come up with something; Terl believed in his own luck. The animals somehow would do it and then he would vaporize them and get the gold to home planet.

The unknown was Numph. With a single order he could dismiss the animals or have them killed. He could simply withdraw permission to use the machinery. And soon the b.u.mbling old fool, seeing no mutiny, would withdraw the blanket authorizations. The "mutiny" was too thin.

Terl looked at the clock. It was within two hours of transshipment time.

He got up, took his breathe-mask off a peg, and a few minutes later was at the transshipment platform.

Terl stood there in the swirling dust and din of preshipment time. The dispatch-box courier had already been there, and the box, sealed and ready, lay on a corner of the platform. Char came over, interrupted in his preparation for transshipment firing and unfriendly.

"Routine check of dispatch transmission," said Terl. "Security business." He showed him the blanket authorization.

"You"ll have to be fast," shouted Char. "No time to wait around." He glanced at his clock.

Terl scooped up the dispatch box and took it over to the car he had arrived in. He unlocked it with his master key and laid it on the seat. n.o.body was watching. Char was back hara.s.sing blade machine operators to neaten up the ore.

Terl adjusted the b.u.t.ton camera on his collar tab and speedily riffled through the sheaves. They were routine reports, routine day-to-day recounting of operational data.

Terl had done all this before and it hadn"t yielded anything, but there was always hope. The Planetary Director had to initial everything and sometimes added data and comments.

The b.u.t.ton camera whirred and in short order every sheet had been recorded.

Terl put them back in the box, locked it, and took it over to the platform.

"Everything all right?" said Char, relieved not to have another detail pushed too close to firing time.

"No personal mail, nothing," said Terl. "When do you send the dead ones back?" He indicated the morgue.

"Semiannually as always," said Char. "Get your car out of here. This is a big shipment and we"re in a hurry."

Terl went back to his office. Without really hoping, he put the report copies onto a screen, one after the other, studying them.

He was only interested in the ones that had Numph"s writing on them. Somehow, somewhere, there was a secret communication in these reports that only Nipe in accounting could decipher; of that Terl was certain. There was no other way to get a communication back to home planet.

When he finally got this- and when he got a real lever on the animal- he could launch his private mining mission.

Terl sat late, missing dinner, studying these and older dispatch box copies until his amber eyes were dulled to a dim flicker.

It was here someplace. He was certain of it.

Chapter 3.

Collecting things that would aid his escape was not easy.

At first Jonnie had thought he might handle the two b.u.t.ton cameras that overlooked his cage- one inside and one outside. If he could bypa.s.s these, then at night he could open his collar and freely get about and prepare.

He had spent valuable time studying b.u.t.ton cameras in the electronics shop. They were simple devices. They had a small mirror to catch the image, and the image became transmitted electrons; the pattern was simply picked up and recorded on a disc. There was no power in the b.u.t.ton camera; power was transmitted to it on a closed circuit from the receiver.

He tried to modify his instruction machine to perform the same function. His object was to record a view of the cage with him in it. Then, with a quick switchover, he could leave the b.u.t.ton cameras transmitting that picture while he himself was elsewhere. But there were two cameras, viewing from different angles. He only had one recorder.

Terl caught him one day with the instruction machine in pieces. He was bringing in a rabbit he had shot.

The monster stood there for a while and finally said, "Teach an animal a trick and it has to work it on everything. I think you"ve wrecked that playing machine."

Jonnie went on rea.s.sembling it.

"Put it back together so it works and you can have this rabbit."

Jonnie ignored him. But when he had the machine back together, Terl threw down the rabbit.

"Don"t monkey with things that don"t need fixing," Terl said with the air of good-G.o.d-what-you-have-to-teach-an-animal.

But later Jonnie got a break. The problem was body-heat detection equipment. If in some way he could nullify such surveillance, then he hoped he could get to the mountains. He doubted he could be traced, if the heat-seeking equipment could be fooled.

Ker had him running a drill into the side of a mine shaft over at the actual mine. It was an abandoned hole, about fifty feet in diameter. Ker had lowered the drill platform down into the hole. At that point a rock outcropping was exposed. Under the platform was an ore net.

The drill was heavy, having been built for Psychlos. Jonnie"s muscles bulged as he bucked the bit into the outcropping. He had a phone in his ear and Ker was chattering away into it.

"Don"t push steady. Just lean on it and let up, time after time. After you got a hole drilled, trip the second trigger and the drill will expand and break off the ore. Keep the net in place to catch it as it falls. Now just keep that sequence going...."

"It"s hot!" Jonnie had yelled back up at him. And it was hot. The drill, spinning at high revs, was heating the wall and in itself was almost glowing with friction.

"Oh," said Ker. "You haven"t got a heat protector." He fished around in his pockets amid papers and bits of old snacks and finally dug out a very small package. He put it in a lowering cup and let it down on a line.

Jonnie opened it up. It was a sheet of thin, transparent stuff. It had two sleeves.

"Put it on," yelled Ker.

Jonnie was amazed that so much area could be compressed into such a small package. The garment was built for a Psychlo and the sleeves were enormous, and it was much too long. He took some tucks in it and put it on over his head and down the front of his body.

He resumed bucking the drill. It was amazing. The reflected heat from the wall and the drill bit did not reach him.

After Ker finally decided Jonnie could use the drill and handle the rig and Jonnie was back on level ground, he went through the motions of giving back the heat shield.

"No, no," said Ker. "Throw it away. It "s disposable. They get dirty and torn. A driller usually carries half a dozen. I don"t know why I forgot. But I ain"t been a driller for years."

"It"s the only one I got," said Jonnie. "And you"re sure a driller," said Ker.

Jonnie neatly repackaged it and put it in his pouch. He was betting that no heat detector could detect through it. If he wore it and kept it from gaping, the spinning scanner would be blind to it. He hoped.

The food problem he had solved. The smoked beef was compact and would keep him from starving if he was running so fast that he had no time to hunt.

He carefully patched up moccasins and made sure he had an extra pair. Terl observed that, too.

"You don"t have to wear those, you know," Terl said one evening as he came out to check the cage locks. " There are old c.h.i.n.ko boots that could be cut down. Didn"t they give you any boots with your clothes?"

The following day the compound tailor came out, complaining in his breathe-mask, and measured Jonnie for boots. "I am not a bootmaker!" he protested. But Terl had shown him the blanket requisition, so the tailor also measured Jonnie for a heavy knee-length overcoat and cold-weather cap. "It is coming on to summer," said the tailor. "It"s not the time of year for winter clothing." But he had done the measuring anyway and very soon the boots and clothing were delivered to the cage. "Freaky executives," the tailor had muttered during the final try-on. "Dressing up animals!"

It made Jonnie uneasy that Terl was being obliging. He carefully checked all his preparations over to see whether any could give away his plans to escape. He decided not. Terl seemed very preoccupied these days, indifferent. Or was that a pose?

The thing that was really giving Jonnie a problem was how to get his hands on a gun.

Before all the "mutiny" precautions, some of the workers he had seen had worn relatively small, compact handguns at their belts. He had supposed they used them for plinking or shooting game. Terl still wore his-a rather bigger one- but the others seemed to have stopped.

Jonnie wondered how far he could trust Ker. The "midget" was definitely Terl"s creature. But from some of the tales Ker had chattered on with, he was distinctly criminal: he told how he had rigged certain games of chance, how he had looted ore boxes "as a joke," how he had gotten a female to believe her father needed money and "relayed it for her."

One day they were waiting for a machine to be idle so it could be used in practice and Jonnie decided to make a test. He still had the two discs he had gotten in the Great Village. He knew now that one was a silvery coin and the other a gold coin.

He took the silver coin out of his pocket and began flipping it.

"What"s that?" Ker wanted to know. Jonnie gave it to him and Ker scratched it with a talon. "I dug some of these up once in a wrecked town on the southern continent," said Ker. "You must have gotten this locally, though."

"Why?" said Jonnie, alert that perhaps Ker could read English letters.

"It"s fake," said Ker. "An alloy of copper with a nickel-silver plating. A real coin- and I saw some once- is solid silver." He handed it back, losing interest.

Jonnie took out the yellow coin and started flipping it.

Ker caught it in the air before it could fall back into Jonnie"s hand. His interest was sudden and intense. "Hey, where did you get this?" Ker dented the edge with a talon tip and looked at it closely.

"Why?" said Jonnie innocently. "Is it worth something?"

A very sly look came into Ker"s eye. The coin he was holding and trying to be casual about was worth four thousand credits! Gold, alloyed just enough to be used in coinage without undue wear. Ker steadied his hand and looked very, very casual. "Where"d you get this?"

"Well," said Jonnie, "it came from a very dangerous place."

"There are more of them?" Ker was quivering a little bit. He was holding in his paw three months" pay! All in one little coin. And as an employee he could legally possess it as a "souvenir." On Psychlo it could buy a wife. He tried to remember how many coins it took for them to cease to be "souvenirs" and become company property. Ten? Thirteen? So long as they were old and obviously mintage, not some fake made by a miner.

"The place is so dangerous one couldn"t go there without at least a belt gun."

Ker looked at him searchingly. "Are you trying to get me to give you a belt gun?"

"Would I do something like that?"

Yes, said Ker. This animal was very, very quick on machines. Quicker in fact than Psychlo trainees.

Ker looked longingly at the gold coin or medallion or whatever it had been. He said nothing. Then he handed it back to Jonnie and just sat there, his amber eyes shadowed in the depths of his breathe-gas dome.

Jonnie took the coin back. "I"m careless with things like this. I can"t buy anything, you know. I keep it in a hole just to the right of the cage door as you come in."

Ker sat there for a while. Then he said, "The next machine is ready."

But that night, while Terl was making his rounds of the minesite and was distant from his viewing screen, the gold coin disappeared from the hole where Jonnie had put it, and in the morning, when Jonnie dug there, covering the action with his body, a small handgun and spare charges were in the hole instead.

Jonnie had a gun.

Chapter 4.

A remaining hurdle was knowledge.

The c.h.i.n.kos were good teachers, and they could stack real learning onto a disc and get it a.s.similated like lightning flashes. But basically they had been working for Psychlos and trying to teach Psychlos, and they omitted a lot of things that Psychlos either already knew or could not have much interest in. This left gaps.

Jonnie had picked up inferences that there was uranium in the mountains to the west. Mostly he guessed this because no active mining ever seemed to have been undertaken there by the Psychlos. From the accident he had witnessed and for other reasons, he suspected uranium was deadly to the Psychlos. But he didn"t know for sure and he didn"t know how.

He was utterly dismayed, in studying the text on electronic chemistry, to find there were many, many different atomic formations of uranium.

Sitting at his fire, grinding away at texts and the instruction machine alternately, Jonnie was disturbed by the ground-shake that always preceded Terl. It was simply the monster"s nightly rounds.

"What are you studying so hard, animal?" asked Terl, looming over him.

Jonnie decided to plunge, to take a chance. He looked the many feet up to Terl"s mask. "It"s the mountains to the west," said Jonnie.

Terl looked at him suspiciously for a little while.

"There"s not much in here about them," said Jonnie.

Terl was still suspicious. What had this animal guessed?

"I was born and raised there," said Jonnie. "There"s data on mountains everywhere else on the planet but hardly any on those right there." He pointed to where faint moonlight shone on the bold snowcaps. "The c.h.i.n.kos took a lot of books out of the library. Man-books. Are they here?"

"Oh," snorted Terl in relief. "Man-books. Ha."

Terl was rather more pleased than otherwise. This fitted into his own concentrations. He left and came back shortly with a battered table and a disorderly armload of books that avalanched down on it. They were frail books, very ancient, and some broke their backs or came apart with his mishandling.

"I am nothing but an animal attendant," said Terl. "If mauling through this gibberish makes you happy, be happy." He paused at the cage door after he went out and locked it. "Just remember one thing, animal. The junk you"ll find in those man-books didn"t have anything in them to defeat Psychlos." Then he laughed. "Probably lots of recipes on how to prepare raw rat, though." He rumbled off to the compound, his laughter fading.

Jonnie touched the books reverently. And then with hope he began to inspect them. They mostly concerned mining. His first find was a text on chemistry. It contained a table of "elements" that gave the atomic formation of every element man had known.

With a sudden puzzlement he grabbed the Psychlo text on electronic chemistry. It too had a table on the atomic formation of elements.

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