Justin explained again about the spy collar. "Um," Telek grunted when he"d finished. "You think they"ve planted a bomb or something on one of them,
Joshua?"
"I don"t know," Joshua said slowly. "But I suddenly don"t like this."
"Me, neither." Telek hesitated, then picked up the mike and punched for the outside speakers. "Yuri, Marck? Hold it there a second, would you?"
The two men came to a hesitant looking halt about twenty meters from the hatch.
"Governor? What"s wrong?" Cerenkov called.
"I want you both to strip to your underwear," she told them. "Safety precaution."
Rynstadt glanced back over his shoulder at the silent Qasamans. "Can"t we skip that?" he called, his voice almost breaking with strain. "They didn"t put anything in our clothes-I"m sure of that. Please-let us get aboard."
"Something"s wrong," Christopher muttered. Grabbing the mike from Telek, he punched a new b.u.t.ton. "Dorjay, signal them to tell you-quietly-what"s going on."
Without waiting for an acknowledgment he switched back to the outside speaker.
"Come on, guys-you heard the governor. Strip."
Flicking off the speaker, he handed the mike silently back to Telek, who accepted it the same way. On the screen, the two men were pulling off their tunics; and because he knew to watch for it, Justin could see Rynstadt"s lips moving. They were working on their boots when Link"s voice came quietly into the circuit. "Marck says they"ve both been poisoned-some sort of toxin on a meal tray that the server wore gloves to avoid touching."
"No wonder they were so willing to let them go," Nnamdi growled. "We"ve got to get them aboard right away and into the a.n.a.lyzer, Governor."
But Telek was staring through the screen, her face frozen into a mask of horror,
"They"re not poisoned," she whispered. "They"re infected. They"ve dosed them with something to kill all of us."
For a long moment shock hung thickly in the air. Telek recovered first. "Almo, get back in here-use the cargo hatch you went out by. Dorjay... come inside and seal the outer door. Now."
"What?" Christopher and Joshua yelped in unison.
"No choice," Telek snapped back. Her hand was white-knuckled where she clutched the mike, and her face looked very old. "We haven"t got isolation facilities aboard-you all know that."
"The medical a.n.a.lyzer-"
"Has an even chance of not even figuring out what they"ve been given," she cut
Christopher off, "let alone knowing how to cure it."
Beneath his feet, Justin felt the deck vibrate slightly as Pyre closed the cargo hatch; an instant later it was echoed as Link sealed the main hatchway.
And on the outer display, Rynstadt and Cerenkov froze in horrified disbelief.
"Hey!" Cerenkov yelled.
"I"m sorry," Telek said, the words almost a sigh. She seemed to remember the mike, lifted it to her lips. "I"m sorry," she repeated. "You"ve been infected.
We can"t risk taking you aboard."
"Guns being drawn!" Nnamdi said abruptly. "They know we"ve figured it out."
"Captain-comm laser on the Qasamans," Telek snapped toward the intercom. "Dazzle them. Then... then prepare to lift."
"You can"t leave them here."
Justin hadn"t even noticed Pyre"s entry into the lounge, but his voice made it clear he"d been there long enough to know what was happening.
And that he wasn"t going to accept it.
Telek turned to face him, but there was no fight in her eyes. "Give me an alternative," she said quietly. "Put them in s.p.a.cesuits for two weeks?-and watch them die there because we can"t get to them to even attempt treatment?"
"The rest of us could stay in suits," Pyre said.
"Oxygen wouldn"t last long enough," F"ahl said from the bridge. "And recharging in a contaminated atmosphere would be d.a.m.ned risky."
The display screens lit up briefly as comm laser fire swept the Qasamans.
Rynstadt and Cerenkov broke their paralysis as the sound of gunshots and mojo screams became audible, the two men dashing for the Dewdrop"s tail. Heading for what cover the ship would provide, Justin guessed... until it lifted into s.p.a.ce away from them.
And suddenly he had it.
"Almo!" he shouted, interrupting Telek but not caring. "Two s.p.a.cesuits-out the cargo hatch. Hurry."
"Justin, I just got done saying-" Telek began.
"We can lift with them in the hold," Justin continued, the words tripping over each other as he tried to get them out as fast as possible. "The hold"s got an airseal-we can evacuate it and set up UVs to sterilize the outsides of the suits."
"And watch them die in there?" Telek snarled. "The hold hasn"t even got a true airlock, and we haven"t got the facilities-"
"But the Troft ships out there do!" Justin shouted back.
And the lounge was abruptly quiet, save for the deep hum of the idling gravity lifts and the fading sounds of Pyre"s running footsteps down the hall.
Three minutes later, in a highly inaccurate rain of bullets from the Qasamans, the Dewdrop lifted and made for the starry sky. An hour after that, Cerenkov and
Rynstadt were inside a Troft warship"s isolation facility, prognosis uncertain.
An hour after that, the Dewdrop was in hypers.p.a.ce, heading for home.
Chapter 23.
The Menssana had returned from its survey mission to Aventine to the sort of welcome explorers throughout the ages must have received. Its personnel were received with an official vote of congratulations by the Council, its magdisks of data copied and disseminated to hundreds of eager scientists around the planet.
The Dewdrop"s reception, two days later, was considerably more subdued.
The last page of Telek"s preliminary report vanished from the comboard screen, and Corwin put the instrument aside with a sigh.