"There isn"t any credit chit."
"That"s what Ser Galen said. You might reflect on what else he was wrong about tonight." Miles glanced up to check what effect mention of his father"s name had on Galeni. A cooling one, apparently; some of the drawn and inward look returned to his eyes even as Miles watched. "Captain Galeni. Are those two Cetagandans conscious, or can they be brought to consciousness?"
"At least one is. They may both be by now. Why?"
"Witnesses. Two witnesses, ideal."
"I thought the whole point of sneaking off instead of surrendering was to avoid witnesses?" said Ivan plaintively.
"I think," Miles overrode him, "I had better be Admiral Naismith. No offense, Mark, but you don"t have your Betan accent quite right. You don"t hit your terminal H"s quite hard enough or something. Besides, you"ve practiced Lord Vorkosigan more."
Galeni"s eyebrows were going up, as he grasped the idea. He nodded thoughtfully, though his face as he turned his gaze on Mark was unreadable enough to make Mark flinch. "Indeed. You owe us your cooperation, I think." He added even more softly, "You owe me."
This was not the moment to point out how much Galeni owed Mark in return, though a brief meeting of their eyes convinced Miles that Galeni, at least, was perfectly conscious of the two-way flow of that grim debt. But Galeni would not fumble this opportunity.
Sure of his alliance, Admiral Naismith said, "Into the tunnel, then. Lead on, Captain."
The Cetagandan groundcar was parked in a shadowy spot under a tree, a few meters to their left as they rose up out of the lift tube from the pedestrian subway to the Barrier park. Still no police guard on this end; the end toward the park, Galeni had informed them, had a two-man squad, though they had not risked themselves rechecking that fact. The scurry through the tunnels had been hectic enough, barely dodging a police bomb squad.
The spreading plane tree shielded the car from view of most of the (closed, at this hour) shops and apartments lining the other side of the narrow city street. No insomniac peeping out an upper window could have witnessed Galeni"s encounter, Miles hoped. The highway above and behind them was walled and blind. Miles still felt exposed.
The groundcar bore no emba.s.sy identification, nor any other unusual features to draw attention; bland, neither old nor new, a little dirty. Definitely covert ops. Miles raised his brows and whistled silently at the fresh dents in the side, about the size of a man"s head, and the blood spattered on the pavement. In the dimness the red color was fortunately subdued.
"Wasn"t that a bit noisy?" Miles inquired of Galeni, pointing to the dents.
"Mm? Not really. Dull thumps. n.o.body yelled." Galeni, after a quick look up and down the street and a pause for a lone groundcar to whisper past, raised the mirrored bubble canopy.
Two shapes huddled in the back seat, hitched up with their own equipment. Lieutenant Tabor, in civilian clothes, blinked over his gag. The man with the blue face paint sat slumped next to him. Miles checked one eyelid, and found the eye still rolled back. He rummaged in the front for a medkit. Ivan loaded and settled Elli and took the controls. Mark slid in beside Tabor, and Galeni sandwiched their captives from the other side. At a touch from Ivan the canopy sighed down and locked itself, jamming them all in. Seven was a crowd.
Miles leaned over the back of the front seat and pressed a hypospray of synergine, first aid for shock, against the century-captain"s neck. It might bring him around, and certainly would not harm him. At this present peculiar moment, Miles"s would-be killer"s life and continued health was a most precious commodity. As an afterthought, Miles gave Elli a dose too. She emitted a heartening moan.
The groundcar rose on its skirts and hissed forward. Miles exhaled with relief as they put the coast behind them, turning into the maze of the city. He keyed his wrist comm, and said in his flattest Betan accent, "Nim?"
"Yo, sir."
"Take a fix on my comm. Follow along. We"re all done here."
"We have you, sir."
"Naismith out."
He settled Elli"s head in his lap and turned to watch Tabor over the seat back. Tabor was staring back and forth from Miles to Mark, beside him.
"h.e.l.lo, Tabor," said Mark, carefully coached, in his best Barrayaran Vor tones-did it really sound that snide?--"How"s your bonsai?"
Tabor recoiled slightly. The century-captain stirred, staring through slitted but focusing eyes. He tried to move, discovered his bonds, and settled back-not relaxed, but not wasting energy on futile struggle.
Galeni reached over him and loosed Tabor"s gag. "Sorry, Tabor. But you can"t have Admiral Naismith. Not here on Earth, anyway. You can pa.s.s the word up your chain of command. He"s under our protection until his fleet leaves...o...b..t. Part of the agreed price for his helping the Barrayaran Emba.s.sy find the Komarrans who had lately kidnapped some of our personnel. So back off."
Tabor"s eyes shifted, back and forth, as he spat out his gag, worked his jaw, and swallowed. He croaked, "You"re working together?"
"Unfortunately," growled Mark.
"A mercenary," carolled Miles, "gets it where he can."
"You made a mistake," hissed the century-captain, focusing on the admiral, "when you took contract against us at Dagoola."
"You can say that again," agreed Miles cheerily. "After we rescued their d.a.m.ned army, the Underground stiffed us. Did us out of half our promised pay. I don"t suppose Cetaganda would like to hire us to go after them in turn, eh? No? Unfortunately, I cannot afford personal vengeance. At present, anyway. Or I would not have taken employment with," he bared his teeth in an unfriendly smile at Mark, who sneered back, "these old friends."
"So you really are a clone," breathed Tabor, staring at the legendary mercenary commander. "We thought..." he fell silent.
"We thought he was yours, for years," said Mark-as-Lord-Vorkosigan.
Ours! mouthed Tabor in astonishment.
"But the present operation confirmed his Komarran origin," Mark finished.
"We have an agreement," Miles spoke up as if unsettled by Mark"s tone, glaring from Mark to Galeni. "You cover me till I leave Earth."
"We have an agreement," said Mark, "as long as you never come any closer to Barrayar."
"You can have b.l.o.o.d.y Barrayar. I"ll take the rest of the galaxy, thanks."
The century-captain was blurring out again, but fighting it, squeezing his eyes shut and breathing in a controlled pattern. Concussion, Miles judged. In his lap, Elli"s eyes popped open. He stroked her curls. She emitted a ladylike burp, saved by the synergine from the more usual post-stun vomiting. She sat up, looked around, saw Mark, the Cetagandans, Ivan, and shut her jaw with a snap, concealing her disorientation. Miles squeezed her hand. I"ll explain later, his smile promised. She lowered her brows at him in exasperation, You"d better. She lifted her chin, poised before the enemy even in the teeth of her own bewilderment.
Ivan turned his head, inquiring out of the side of his mouth of Galeni, "So what do we do with these Cetagandans, sir? Drop them off somewhere? From how high up?"
"There is, I think, no need for an interplanetary incident." Galeni was wolfishly cheerful, taking his tone from Miles. "Is there, Lieutenant Tabor? Or do you wish the local authorities to be told what the ghem-comrade was really trying to do in the Barrier last night? No? I thought not. Very well. They both need medical treatment, Ivan. Lieutenant Tabor unfortunately broke his arm, and I believe his, ah, friend has a concussion. Among other things. Your choice, Tabor. Shall we drop you off at a hospital, or would you prefer treatment at your own emba.s.sy?"
"Emba.s.sy," croaked Tabor, clearly cognizant of possible legal complications. "Unless you want to try and talk your way out of an attempted murder charge," he counter-threatened.
"Only a.s.sault, surely." Galeni"s eyes glittered.
Tabor smiled most uneasily, looking as if he"d like to edge away if only there was room. "Whatever. Neither of our amba.s.sadors would be pleased."
"Quite."
It was getting near dawn. Traffic was beginning to increase. Ivan circled a couple of streets before spotting a deserted auto-cab stand that did not have a queue of waiting patrons. This seaside suburb was far from the emba.s.sy district. Galeni was quite solicitous, helping unload their pa.s.sengers-but he didn"t toss the code-key to the century-captain"s hand and foot bonds to Tabor until Ivan began to accelerate back into the street. "I"ll have one of my staff return your car this afternoon," Galeni called back as they sped off. He settled in his seat with a snort as Ivan sealed the canopy and added under his breath, "After we go over it."
"Think that charade"ll work?" asked Ivan.
"In the short range-convincing the Cetagandans that Barrayar had nothing to do with Dagoola-maybe, maybe not," sighed Miles. "But for the main security issue-there go two loyal officers who will swear under chemohypnotics that Admiral Naismith and Lord Vorkosigan are without question two separate men. That"s going to be worth a great deal to us."
"But will Destang think so?" asked Ivan.
"I do not believe," said Galeni distantly, staring out the canopy, "that I give a good G.o.dd.a.m.n what Destang thinks."
Miles found himself in mental agreement with that sentiment. But then, they were all very tired. But they were all here: he looked around, savoring the faces, Elli and Ivan, Galeni and Mark; all alive, all brought through the night to this moment of survival. Almost all.
"Where do you want to be dropped off, Mark?" Miles asked. He glanced through his lashes at Galeni, expecting an objection, but Galeni offered none. With the jettisoning of the Cetagandans, Galeni had lost the hyper-adrenal edge that had been carrying him; he looked drained. He looked old. Miles did not solicit an objection; Be careful what you ask for, you might get it.
"A tube station," said Mark. "Any tube station."
"Very well." Miles called up a map on the car"s console. "Up three streets and over two, Ivan."
He got out with Mark as the car settled to the pavement in the drop-off zone. "Back in a minute." They walked together to the entrance to the DOWN lift tube. It was still night-quiet here in this district, only a trickle of people flowing past, but morning rush would be starting soon.
Miles opened his jacket and drew out the coded card. From the tense look on Mark"s face he was antic.i.p.ating a nerve disrupter, in the style of Ser Galen, right to the last. Mark took the card and turned it over in wonder and suspicion.
"There you go," said Miles. "If you, with your background and this bankroll, can"t disappear on Earth, it can"t be done. Good luck."
"But... what do you want of me?"
"Nothing. Nothing at all. You"re a free man, for as long as you can keep so. We will certainly not be reporting Galen"s, ah, semi-accidental death."
Mark slipped the chit into his trouser pocket. "You wanted more."
"When you can"t get what you want, you take what you can get. As you are finding." He nodded toward Mark"s pocket; Mark"s hand closed over it protectively.
"What is it that you want me to do?" Mark demanded. "What are you setting me up for? Did you really take that Jackson"s Whole garbage seriously? What do you expect me to do?"
"You can take it and retire to the pleasure domes of Mars, for as long as it lasts. Or buy an education, or two or three. Or stuff it down the first waste chute you pa.s.s. I"m not your owner. I"m not your mentor. I"m not your parents. I have no expectations. I have no desires." Rebel against that-if you can figure out how-little brother.... Miles held his hands palm-out and stepped back.
Mark swung into the lift tube, never turning his back. "WHY NOT?" he yelled suddenly, baffled and furious.
Miles threw back his head and laughed. "You figure it out!" he called.
The tube field took him, and he vanished, swallowed into the earth.
Miles returned to the friends who waited for him.
"Was that smart?" Elli, breaking off a rapid fill-in from Ivan, worried as he settled in beside her. "Just letting him go like that?"
"I don"t know," sighed Miles. " "If you can"t help, don"t hinder." I can"t help him; Galen"s made him too crazy. I am his obsession. I suspect I"ll always be his obsession. I know all about obsessions. The best I can do is get out of his way. In time he may calm down, without me to react against. In time he may-save himself."
His own weariness flooded in. Elli was warm against him, and he was very, very glad of her. Reminded, he keyed his wrist comm and dismissed Nim and his patrol back to the shuttleport.
"Well," Ivan blinked after a full minute of wiped-out silence from all present, "where now? D"you two want to go back to the shuttleport too?"
"Yeah," breathed Miles, "and flee the planet.... Desertion is not practical, I"m afraid. Destang would catch up with me sooner or later anyway. We may as well all go back to the emba.s.sy and report. The true report. There"s nothing left to lie for, is there?" He squinted, trying to think.
"For all of me, there"s not," rumbled Galeni. "I do not care for doctored reports anyway. Eventually, they become history. Embedded sin."
"You... know I didn"t mean it to work out that way," Miles said to him after a silent moment. "The confrontation last night." A d.a.m.ned sorry weak apology that sounded, for getting the man"s father blown away....
"Did you imagine you controlled it? Omniscient and omnipotent? n.o.body appointed you G.o.d, Vorkosigan." Ghostly faint, one corner of his mouth turned up. "I"m sure it was an oversight." He leaned back and closed his eyes.
Miles cleared his throat. "Back to the emba.s.sy then, Ivan. Ah... no rush. Drive slowly. I wouldn"t mind seeing a last bit of London, eh?" He leaned on Elli and watched the early summer dawn creep over the city, time and all times jumbled and juxtaposed like the light and shadow between one street and the next.
When they all lined up in a row in Galeni"s Security office at the emba.s.sy, Miles was put in mind of the set of Chinese monkeys his Dendarii chief of staff Tung kept on a shelf in his quarters. Ivan was unquestionably See-no-evil. From the tight set of Galeni"s jaw, as he returned Commodore Destang"s glower, he was a prime candidate for Speak-no-evil. That left Hear-no-evil for Miles, standing between them, but putting his hands over his ears probably wouldn"t help much.
Miles had expected Destang to be furious, but he looked more disgusted. The commodore returned their salutes and leaned back in Galeni"s station chair. When his eye fell on Miles his lips thinned in a particularly dyspeptic line.
"Vorkosigan." Miles"s name hung in the air before them like a visible thing. Destang regarded it without favor, and went on, "When I finished dealing with a certain Investigator Reed of the London Munic.i.p.al a.s.sizes at 0700 this morning, I was determined that only divine intervention could save you from my wrath. Divine intervention arrived at 0900 in the person of a special courier from Imperial HQ." Destang held up a data disk marked with the Imperial seal between his thumb and forefinger. "Here are the new and urgent orders for your Dendarii irregulars."
Since Miles had pa.s.sed the courier in the cafeteria, this was not wholly unexpected. He suppressed a surge forward. "Yes, sir?" he said encouragingly.
"It appears that a certain free mercenary fleet operating in the far Sector IV area, supposedly under contract to a subplanetary government, has slipped over the line from guerrilla warfare to outright piracy. Their wormhole blockade has degenerated from stopping and searching ships to confiscations. Three weeks ago they hijacked a Tau Cetan registered pa.s.senger vessel to convert into a troop transport. So far so good, but then some bright soul among them hit on die idea of augmenting their payroll by holding the pa.s.sengers for ransom. Several planetary governments whose citizens are being held have fielded a negotiating team, headed by the Tau Cetans."
"And our involvement, sir?" Sector IV was a long way from Barrayar by any measure, but Miles could guess what was coming. Ivan looked wildly curious.
"Among the pa.s.sengers happened to be eleven Barrayaran subjects-including the wife of Minister for Heavy Industries Lord Vorvane and her three children. As the Barrayarans are a minority of the two hundred sixteen people being held, Barrayar was of course denied control of the negotiating team. And our fleet has been denied permission by their unfriendly governments to cross three of the necessary wormhole nexuses on the shortest route between Barrayar and Sector IV. The next shortest alternate route would take eighteen weeks to traverse. From Earth, your Dendarii can arrive in that local s.p.a.ce area in less than two weeks." Destang frowned thoughtfully; Ivan looked fascinated.
"Your orders, of course, are to rescue alive the Emperor"s subjects, and as many other planetary citizens as possible, and to deal such punitive measures as you can compatible with the first goal, sufficient to prevent the perpetrators from ever repeating this performance. Since we ourselves are in the midst of critical treaty negotiations with the Tau Cetans, we don"t wish them to become aware of the source of this unilateral rescue effort if, ah, anything goes wrong. Your method of achieving these goals appears to be left totally to your discretion. You"ll find all the intelligence details HQ had up to eight days ago in here."
He handed the data disk across at last; Miles"s hand closed over it itchily. Ivan now looked envious. Destang produced another object, which he handed to Miles with a little of the air of a man having his liver torn out. "The courier also delivered yet another credit chit for eighteen million marks. For your next six month"s operating expenses."
"Thank you, sir!"
"Ha. When you"re done you"re to report to Commodore Rivik at Sector IV headquarters on Orient Station," Destang finished. "With luck, by the time your irregulars next return to Sector II, I will have retired."
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."
Destang turned his eye on Ivan. "Lieutenant Vorpatril."
"Sir?" Ivan stood to attention with his best air of eager enthusiasm. Miles prepared to protest Ivan"s complete innocence, ignorance, and victimhood, but it turned out not to be necessary; Destang contemplated Ivan for a moment longer, and sighed, "Never mind."
Destang turned to Galeni, who stood stiff-legged-and stiff-necked, Miles guessed. Having beaten Destang back to the emba.s.sy that morning, they had all washed, the two emba.s.sy officers had changed to clean uniforms, and they had all filed laconic reports, which Destang had just seen. But no one had slept yet. How much more garbage could Galeni absorb before reaching his explosive limit?
"Captain Galeni," said Destang. "On the military side, you stand charged with disobeying an order to remain confined to your quarters. Since this is identical to the charge that Vorkosigan here has managed to so luckily evade, this presents me with a certain problem of justice. There"s also the mitigating factor of Vorpatril"s kidnapping. His rescue, and the death of an enemy of Barrayar, are the only two tangible results of last night"s... activities. All else is speculation, improvable a.s.sertions as to your intentions and state of mind. Unless you choose to submit to a fast-penta interrogation to clear up any lingering doubts."
Galeni looked revulsed. "Is that an order, sir?"
Galeni, Miles realized, was about two seconds away from offering to resign his commission-now, when so much had been sacrificed-he wanted to kick him, No, no! Wild defenses poured through Miles"s mind. Fast-penta is degrading to the dignity of an officer, sir! or even, If you dose him you must dose me too-it"s all right, Galeni, I abandoned dignity years ago-except that Miles"s idiosyncratic reaction to fast-penta made that a less than useful offer. He bit his tongue and waited.
Destang looked troubled. After a silence he said simply, "No." He looked up and added, "But it does mean that my reports, and yours, Vorkosigan"s, and Vorpatril"s, will all be bundled up together and sent to Simon Illyan for review. I will refuse to close the case. I didn"t arrive at my rank by shying away from military decisions-nor by involving myself gratuitously with political ones. Your... loyalty, like the fate of Vorkosigan"s clone, has become too ambiguously political a question. I"m not convinced of the long-range viability of the Komarr integration scheme-but I wouldn"t care to go down in history as its saboteur.
"While the case is pending, and in the absence of evidence of treason, you"ll resume your routine duties here at the emba.s.sy. Don"t thank me," he added glumly, as Miles grinned, Ivan choked back an out-loud laugh, and Galeni looked fractionally less black, "it was the amba.s.sador"s request.
"You are all dismissed to your duties."
Miles squelched the impulse to run before Destang changed his mind; he returned Destang"s salute and walked normally with the others toward the door. As they reached it Destang added, "Captain Galeni?"
Galeni paused. "Sir?"
"My condolences." The words might have been pulled out of Destang with pliers, but his discomfort was perhaps a measure of their sincerity.
"Thank you, sir." Galeni"s voice was so devoid of inflection as to be deathly, but in the end he managed a small, acknowledging nod.