Borders of Infinity

Chapter 11

"I a.s.sume the client had them. They supplied the parameters," said Canaba.

Said Thorne in a suffused voice, "I see. They were trying to reinvent the enlisted enlisted man." man."

Miles shot Thorne a quelling glower, and tapped his chrono. "Don"t let us interrupt, doctor."

There was a short silence. Canaba began again. "We ran off ten prototypes. Then the client . . . went out of business. They lost their war-"

"Why am I not surprised?" Miles muttered under his breath.

"-funding was cut off, the project was dropped before we could apply what we had learned from our mistakes. Of the ten prototypes, nine have since died. There was one left. We were keeping it at the labs due to ... difficulties, in boarding it out. I placed my gene complexes in it. They are there still. The last thing I meant to do before I left was kill it. A mercy ... a responsibility. My expiation, if you will."

"And then?" prodded Miles.

"A few days ago, it was suddenly sold to House Ryoval. As a novelty, apparently. Baron Ryoval collects oddities of all sorts, for his tissue banks-"

Miles and Bel exchanged a look.

"-I had no idea it was to be sold. I came in in the morning and it was gone. I don"t think Ryoval has any idea of its real value. It"s there now, as far as I know, at Ryoval"s facilities."

Miles decided he was getting a sinus headache. From the cold, no doubt. "And what, pray, d"you want us soldiers to do about it?"

"Get in there, somehow. Kill it. Collect a tissue sample. Only then will I go with you."

And stomach twinges. "What, both ears and the tail?"

Canaba gave Miles a cold look. "The left gastrocnemius muscle. That"s where I injected my complexes. These storage viruses aren"t virulent, they won"t have migrated far. The greatest concentration should still be there."

"I see." Miles rubbed his temples, and pressed his eyes. "All right. We"ll take care of it. This personal contact between us is very dangerous, and I"d rather not repeat it. Plan to report to my ship in forty-eight hours. Will we have any trouble recognizing your critter?"

"I don"t think so. This particular specimen topped out at just over eight feet. I ... want you to know, the fangs were not not my idea." my idea."

"I ... see."

"It can move very fast, if it"s still in good health. Is there any help I can give you? I have access to painless poisons ..."

"You"ve done enough, thank you. Please leave it to us professionals, eh?"

"It would be best if its body can be destroyed entirely. No cells remaining. If you can."

"That"s why plasma arcs were invented. You"d best be on your way."

"Yes." Canaba hesitated. "Admiral Naismith?"

"Yes. . . ."

"I ... it might also be best if my future employer didn"t learn about this. They have intense military interests. It might excite them unduly."

"Oh," said Miles/Admiral Naismith/Lieutenant Lord Vorkosigan of the Barrayaran Imperial Service, "I don"t think you have to worry about that."

"Is forty-eight hours enough for your commando raid?" Canaba worried. "You understand, if you don"t get the tissue, I"ll go right back downside. I will not be trapped aboard your ship."

"You will be happy. It"s in my contract," said Miles. "Now you"d better get gone."

"I must rely on you, sir." Canaba nodded in suppressed anguish, and withdrew.

They waited a few minutes in the cold room, to let Canaba put some distance between them. The building creaked in the wind; from an upper corridor echoed an odd shriek, and later, a laugh abruptly cut off. The guard shadowing Canaba returned. "He made it to his ground car all right, sir."

"Well," said Thorne, "I suppose we"ll need to get hold of a plan of Ryoval"s facilities, first-"

"I think not," said Miles.

"If we"re to raid-"

"Raid, h.e.l.l. I"m not risking my men on anything so idiotic. I said I"d slay his sin for him. I didn"t say how."

The commercial comconsole net at the downside shuttleport seemed as convenient as anything. Miles slid into the booth and fed the machine his credit card while Thorne lurked just outside the viewing angle and the guards, outside, guarded. He encoded the call.

In a moment, the vid plate produced the image of a sweet-faced receptionist with dimples and a white fur crest instead of hair. "House Ryoval, Customer Services. How may I help you, sir?"

"I"d like to speak to Manager Deem, in Sales and Demonstrations," said Miles smoothly, "about a possible purchase for my organization."

"Who may I say is calling?"

"Admiral Miles Naismith, Dendarii Free Mercenary Fleet."

"One moment, sir."

"You really think they"ll just sell it?" Bel muttered from the side as the girl"s face was replaced by a flowing pattern of colored lights and some syrupy music.

"Remember what we overheard yesterday?" said Miles. "I"m betting it"s on on sale. Cheap." He must try not to look too interested. sale. Cheap." He must try not to look too interested.

In a remarkably short time, the colored glop gave way to the face of an astonishingly beautiful young man, a blue-eyed albino in a red silk shirt. He had a huge livid bruise up one side of his white face. "This is Manager Deem. May I help you, Admiral?"

Miles cleared his throat carefully. "A rumor has been brought to my attention that House Ryoval may have recently acquired from House Bharaputra an article of some professional interest to me. Supposedly, it was the prototype of some sort of new improved fighting man. Do you know anything about it?"

Deem"s hand stole to his bruise and palpated it gently, then twitched away. "Indeed, sir, we do have such an article." "Is it for sale?"

"Oh, ye- ye- I mean, I think some arrangement is pending. But it may still be possible to bid on it." I mean, I think some arrangement is pending. But it may still be possible to bid on it."

"Would it be possible for me to inspect it?"

"Of course," said Deem with suppressed eagerness. "How soon?"

There was a burst of static, and the vid image split, Deem"s face abruptly shrinking to one side. The new face was only too familiar. Bel hissed under its breath.

"I"ll take this call, Deem," said Baron Ryoval.

"Yes, my lord," Deem"s eyes widened in surprise, and he cut out. Ryoval"s image swelled to occupy the s.p.a.ce available.

"So, Betan," Ryoval smiled, "it appears I have something you want after all."

Miles shrugged. "Maybe," he said neutrally. "If it"s in my price range."

"I thought you gave all your money to Fell." Miles spread his hands. "A good commander always has hidden reserves. However, the actual value of the item hasn"t yet been established. In fact, its existence hasn"t even been established."

"Oh, it exists, all right. And it is ... impressive. Adding it to my collection was a unique pleasure. I"d hate to give it up. But for you," Ryoval smiled more broadly, "it may be possible to arrange a special cut rate." He chuckled, as at some secret pun that escaped Miles. A special cut throat is more like it. A special cut throat is more like it.

"Oh?"

"I propose a simple trade," said Ryoval. "Flesh for flesh."

"You may overestimate my interest, Baron." Ryoval"s eyes glinted. "I don"t think so."

He knows I wouldn"t touch him with a stick if it weren"t something pretty compelling. So. "Name your proposal, then." "Name your proposal, then."

"I"ll trade you even, Bharaputra"s pet monster-ah, you should see it, Admiral!-for three tissue samples. Three tissue samples that will, if you are clever about it, cost you nothing." Ryoval held up one finger. "One from your Betan hermaphrodite," a second finger, "one from yourself," a third finger, making a W, "and one from Baron Fell"s quaddie musician."

Over in the corner, Bel Thorne appeared to be suppressing an apopleptic fit. Quietly, fortunately.

"That third could prove extremely difficult to obtain," said Miles, buying time to think.

"Less difficult for you than me," said Ryoval. "Fell knows my agents. My overtures have put him on guard. You represent a unique opportunity to get in under that guard. Given sufficient motivation, I"m certain it"s not beyond you, mercenary."

"Given sufficient motivation, very little is beyond me, Baron," said Miles semi-randomly.

"Well, then. I shall expect to hear from you within-say-twenty-four hours. After that time my offer will be withdrawn." Ryoval nodded cheerfully. "Good day, Admiral." The vid blanked.

"Well, then," echoed Miles.

"Well what?" said Thorne with suspicion. "You"re not actually seriously considering that-vile proposal, are you?"

"What does he want my tissue sample for, for G.o.d"s sake?" Miles wondered aloud.

"For his dog and dwarf act, no doubt," said Thorne nastily.

"Now, now. He"d be dreadfully disappointed when my clone turned out to be six feet tall, I"m afraid." Miles cleared his throat. "It wouldn"t actually hurt anyone, I suppose. To take a small tissue sample. Whereas a commando raid risks lives."

Bel leaned back against the wall and crossed its arms. "Not true. You"d have to fight me for mine. And hers." hers."

Miles grinned sourly. "So."

"So?"

"So let"s go find a map of Ryoval"s flesh pit. It seems we"re going hunting."

House Ryoval"s palatial main biologicals facility wasn"t a proper fortress, just some guarded buildings. Some b.l.o.o.d.y big guarded buildings. Miles stood on the roof of the lift-van and studied the layout through his night-gla.s.ses. Fog droplets beaded in his hair. The cold damp wind searched for c.h.i.n.ks in his jacket much as he searched for c.h.i.n.ks in Ryoval"s security.

The white complex loomed against the dark forested mountainside, its front gardens floodlit and fairy-like in the fog and frost. The utility entrances on the near side looked more promising. Miles nodded slowly to himself and climbed down off the rented lift-van, artistically broke-down on the little mountain side-trail overlooking Ryoval"s. He swung into the back, out of the piercing wind.

"All right, people, listen up." His squad hunkered around as he set up the holovid map in the middle. The colored lights of the display sheened their faces, tall Ensign Murka, Thorne"s second-in-command, and two big troopers. Sergeant Laureen Anderson was the van driver, a.s.signed to outside back-up along with Trooper Sandy Hereld and Captain Thorne. Miles harbored a secret Barrayaran prejudice against taking female troops inside Ryoval"s, that he trusted he concealed. It went double for Bel Thorne. Not that one"s s.e.x would necessarily make any difference to the adventures that might follow in the event of capture, if even a tenth of the bizarre rumors he"d heard were true. Nevertheless . . . Laureen claimed to be able to fly any vehicle made by man through the eye of a needle, not that Miles figured she"d ever done anything so domestic as thread a needle in her life. She would not question her a.s.signment.

"Our main problem remains, that we still don"t know where exactly in this facility Bharaputra"s creature is being kept. So first we penetrate the fence, the outer courts, and the main building, here and here." A red thread of light traced their projected route at Miles"s touch on the control board. "Then we quietly pick up an inside employee and fast-penta him. From that point on we"re racing time, since we must a.s.sume he"ll be promptly missed.

"The key word is quietly. We didn"t come here to kill people, people, and we are not at war with Ryoval"s employees. You carry your stunners, and keep those plasma arcs and the rest of the toys packed till we locate our quarry. We dispatch it fast and quietly, I get my sample," his hand touched his jacket, beneath which rested the collection case that would keep the tissue alive till they got back to the and we are not at war with Ryoval"s employees. You carry your stunners, and keep those plasma arcs and the rest of the toys packed till we locate our quarry. We dispatch it fast and quietly, I get my sample," his hand touched his jacket, beneath which rested the collection case that would keep the tissue alive till they got back to the Ariel. Ariel. "Then we fly. If anything goes wrong before I get that very expensive cut of meat, we don"t bother to fight our way out. Not worth it. They have peculiar summary ways of dealing with murder charges here, and I don"t see the need for any of us to end up as spare parts in Ryoval"s tissue banks. We wait for Captain Thorne to arrange a ransom, and then try something else. We hold a lever or two on Ryoval in case of emergencies." "Then we fly. If anything goes wrong before I get that very expensive cut of meat, we don"t bother to fight our way out. Not worth it. They have peculiar summary ways of dealing with murder charges here, and I don"t see the need for any of us to end up as spare parts in Ryoval"s tissue banks. We wait for Captain Thorne to arrange a ransom, and then try something else. We hold a lever or two on Ryoval in case of emergencies."

"Dire emergencies," Bel muttered.

"If anything goes wrong after the butcher-mission is accomplished, it"s back to combat rules. That sample will then be irreplaceable, and must be got back to Captain Thorne at all costs. Laureen, you sure of our emergency pickup spot?"

"Yes, sir." She pointed on the vid display.

"Everybody else got that? Any questions? Suggestions? Last-minute observations? Communications check, then, Captain Thorne."

Their wrist comms all appeared to be in good working order. Ensign Murka shrugged on the weapons pack. Miles carefully pocketed the blueprint map cube, that cost them a near-ransom from a certain pliable construction company just a few hours ago. The four members of the penetration team slipped from the van and merged with the frosty darkness.

They slunk off through the woods. The frozen crunchy layer of plant detritus tended to slide underfoot, exposing a layer of slick mud. Murka spotted a spy eye before it spotted them, and blinded it with a brief burst of microwave static while they scurried past. The useful big guys made short work of boosting Miles over the wall. Miles tried not to think about the ancient pub sport of dwarf tossing. The inner court was stark and utilitarian, loading docks with big locked doors, rubbish collection bays, and a few parked vehicles.

Footsteps echoed, and they ducked down in a rubbish bay. A red-clad guard pa.s.sed, slowly waving an infra-red scanner. They crouched and hid their faces in their infra-red blank ponchos, looking like so many bags of garbage no doubt. Then it was tiptoe up to the loading docks.

Ducts. The key to Ryoval"s facility had turned out to be ducts, for heating, for access to power-optics cables, for the comm system. Narrow ducts. Quite impa.s.sable to a big guy. Miles slipped out of his poncho and gave it to a trooper to fold and pack.

Miles balanced on Murka"s shoulders and cut his way through the first ductlet, a ventilation grille high on the wall above the loading dock doors. Miles handed the grille down silently, and after a quick visual scan for unwanted company, slithered through. It was a tight fit even for him. He let himself down gently to the concrete floor, found the door control box, shorted the alarm, and raised the door about a meter. His team rolled through, and he let the door back down as quietly as he could. So far so good; they hadn"t yet had to exchange a word.

They made it to cover on the far side of the receiving bay just before a red-coveralled employee wandered through, driving an electric cart loaded with cleaning robots. Murka touched Miles"s sleeve, and looked his inquiry-This one? Miles shook his head, Miles shook his head, Not yet. Not yet. A maintenance man seemed less likely than an employee from the inner sanctum to know where their quarry was kept, and they didn"t have time to litter the place with the unconscious bodies of false trials. They found the tunnel to the main building, just as the map cube promised. The door at the end was locked as expected. A maintenance man seemed less likely than an employee from the inner sanctum to know where their quarry was kept, and they didn"t have time to litter the place with the unconscious bodies of false trials. They found the tunnel to the main building, just as the map cube promised. The door at the end was locked as expected.

It was up on Murka"s shoulders again. A quick zizz of Miles"s cutters loosened a panel in the ceiling, and he crawled through-the frail supporting framework would surely not have held a man of greater weight-and found the power cables running to the door lock. He was just looking over the problem and pulling tools out of his pocketed uniform jacket when Murka"s hand reached up to thrust the weapons pack beside him and quietly pull the panel back into place. Miles flung himself to his belly and pressed his eye to the crack as a voice from down the corridor bellowed, "Freeze!"

Swear words screamed through Miles"s head. He clamped his jaw on them. He looked down on the tops of his troopers" heads. In a moment, they were surrounded by half-a-dozen red-clad black-trousered armed guards. "What are you doing here?" snarled the guard sergeant.

"Oh, s.h.i.t!" cried Murka. "Please, "Please, mister, don"t tell my CO you caught us in here. He"d bust me back to private!" mister, don"t tell my CO you caught us in here. He"d bust me back to private!"

"Huh?" said the guard sergeant. He prodded Murka with his weapon, a lethal nerve disrupter. "Hands up! Who are you?"

"M"name"s Murka. We came in on a mercenary ship to Fell Station, but the captain wouldn"t grant us downside pa.s.ses. Think of it-we come all the way to Jackson"s Whole, and the sonofab.i.t.c.h wouldn"t let us go downside! b.l.o.o.d.y pure-d.i.c.k wouldn"t let us see Ryoval"s!"

The red-tunic"d guards were doing a fast scan-and-search, none too gently, and finding only stunners and the portion of security-penetration devices that Murka had carried.

"I made a bet we could get in even if we couldn"t afford the front door." Murka"s mouth turned down in great discouragement. "Looks like I lost."

"Looks like you did," growled the guard sergeant, drawing back.

One of his men held up the thin collection of baubles they"d stripped off the Dendarii. "They"re not equipped like an a.s.sa.s.sination team," he observed.

Murka drew himself up, looking wonderfully offended. "We aren"t!"

The guard sergeant turned over a stunner. "AWOL, are you?"

"Not if we make it back before midnight." Murka"s tone went wheedling. "Look, m" CO"s a right b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Suppose there"s any way you could see your way clear that he doesn"t find out about this?" One of Murka"s hands drifted suggestively past his wallet pocket.

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