Possibly a garage, situated below the main facility. Everything"s on remote so it doesn"t matter how far above the garage the command point is."
"That location"s not all that far . . ." Mitford said, pulling at his lower lip in a pensive fashion. "Hmmm." He walked his fingers the distance. "Well, a good week"s march."
"Not now we have that vehicle," Worry said eagerly.
"We"ve only got the one big one in operation . . Mitford began, "but h.e.l.l"s bells, it"ll get a patrol there and back faster "n" safer than they could trot it. OK, Zainal, Kris, Bert, Sarah as medic, Joe as hunter, and you"ll need a good mechanic." Mitford winced. "He"s a pain in the b.u.t.t, I know, folks, but the best mechanic we"ve got is d.i.c.k Aarens.
"Aw, Sarge," Kris began in protest.
"Now," and Mitford held up a placatory hand and stared her down, "he"s not going to trouble you with Zainal along."
"He hates aliens" guts," Kris complained.
"He may but he"s proved that he can read the meco makers" schematics and alter them as easily as you"d play with a Lego set.
This is not an outing. This is a patrol! You gotta pa.s.s by Camp Narrow on your way, so I"ll go with you and give Aarens the business.
You ." and Mitford turned to Zainal, including Joe and Sarah in the same glance, "discipline as and when he needs it. As hard as need be.
The trip may even do him good."
"We"ll see that it does," Kris promised caustically but she wasn"t at all pleased at Aarens" inclusion in what should have been a great jaunt with good people she trusted. Even if she didn"t know Bert Put well, she liked his frank, open face and enthusiasm and the avid way he had examined the alien charts, like a boy with a gizmo he had never expected to own.
Careful inspection of the terrain to be crossed suggested this would take three, possibly four days, at the speed the modified tractor could make.
"We run faster," Zainal said with a little grunt.
"Not over some of the ground, m"friend," Mitford said, pointing out several areas that appeared to be significant heights and rivers.
"That thing hops barriers like a gazelle, saves you having to take the long way round. We tested its stability on every sort of terrain and it"s better"n" a tank. Can"t tip because it just lifts on its air cushions. More comfortable than the tractors I remember as a kid.
"Sarge, you were never a kid!" Kris said, teasingly.
"I begin to think you"re right, Bjornsen," and he slipped the map over to Dowdall. "Dow"ll make you a copy to take along. The originals aren"t going out of my possession. Now, figure out the supplies you"ll need and you"re to take along some furs. You"ll be at alt.i.tude and it"s bound to be colder this time of year." Zainal looked even larger in the fur vest that had been made for him. But he wore it with an air that made it seem regal ermine.
"Biggest d.a.m.n rock-squat I ever saw," Sarah said, grinning from ear to ear.
"I am funny?" Zainal asked in mock indignation. He flexed his shoulders. "It fit well. Warm." He slid out of it and, folding it up with care, tied the bundle with a thong.
There were fur rugs as well as vests for each member of the expedition, including d.i.c.k Aarens. Kris was still struggling to accept the necessity of him joining the patrol.
"I know he"s a horse"s a.s.s, Kris, but he helped put this vehicle together and he knows how to get the most out of it. You will need him on the team."
"I will not like it, Sarge, and if he so much as - - "Clobber him. Or better still, let Zalnal do it. Only not too hard.
You may need him undamaged." Mitford gripped her arm in a firm but friendly emphasis to his orders.
Bert Put"s presence helped a great deal, even when all he had to look at was the relevant section of map that Dowdall had competently produced. They let Mitford off at Camp Narrow and reluctantly collected a c.o.c.kily grinning d.i.c.k Aarens, who was still festooned with his belt of tools and vest of pockets which bulged with unidentifiable lumps.
"Ready when you are," he said jauntily, climbing up to the seat Mitford had vacated between Joe Marley and Sarah McDouall.
"Just don"t let it go to your head, buddy, Kris said, glaring at him because he was deliberately playing kneesies with her.
"Only trying to be friendly," Aarens said in an almost plaintive whine. "Maybe I should drive. I know this baby inside out."
"I drive," Zainal said and that was that. Mitford had tested his skill on the way to Narrow and this wasn"t the first ground vehicle Zainal had ever driven.
Zainal turned the control handle and the Hopper moved forward. It had been so named on the trip down since it invariably "hopped" any terrain that exceeded its pre-programmed optimum angle. They had all learned to hang on to something to be secure against unexpected manoeuvres. Generally the air-cushioned vehicle proceeded smoothly Aarens" attempts to chat up Sarah failed when she made it obvious - by linking one arm through Joe"s that she was uninterested. Aarens sulked until Bert Put"s look of disbelief at such childish behaviour shamed him into neutrality The Hopper might be faster than the average tank but it was no McLaren on a Grand Prix circuit. It also "flew" neatly over a wide meandering river and three narrower ravines they encountered the first day. When they camped for the night on a rock ledge, above a small cataract and pool, Zainal and Bert figured they had covered nearly seventy miles.
Rock-squats and some tasty little fish taken from the stream provided supper. After reporting in to Mitford, Zainal a.s.signed watches and gave Aarens the dog watch.
When Kris woke the next morning, she found Aarens asleep.
"What is there to watch for?" Aarens demanded in outrage when Zainal roughly shook him awake. "Hey, take it easy. Scavengers can"t attack on rock and no-one"s ever seen fiiers out at night."
"There"re renegades still unaccounted for," Kris said, "and you know d.a.m.ned good and well they"d want this Hopper."
"We haven"t seen ANYone," he protested.
"Do you think they"d be stupid enough to expose themselves until they were ready to attack?" Kris went on, livid with rage at his stupid arrogance, clutching her hands at her sides because she was afraid she"d deck Aarens. Even as she thought of the joy she"d have in seeing him prostrate on the hard rock underfoot, she realized the unwisdom of such retaliation. They might indeed need Aarens if the machine failed.
"But no-one did attack us," he replied in sullen self-defence.
That night he was made to gather firewood and rocksquat dung as punishment for dereliction. Nervously, Kris woke several times that night during Aarens" watch, to be sure he remained awake. Evidently Zainal did the same thing. The time they woke together, Zainal pulled her close to him and affectionately nuzzled her neck but that, unfortunately Kris thought, was as amorous as he got. She was glad of that much, though she ached for more.
It took them six days to make the designated point and the garage they found was visible for miles above the barren wasteland that spread out before it.
"Strange place for a garage," Joe Marley said, trying to gauge the height of the doors.
"The command post is directly above this, isn"t it?" Kris said, peering over Bert"s shoulder to check the map.
"It would appear to be - - - up there," Bert replied, pointing and then sighing at the sheer faade of the cliff it topped. Only the solar panels, too regular in shape to be a natural formation, marked its location. "I wonder if we can get the Hopper up there from another approach.
and he looked eastward along the range.
"No, we have rope," and Zainal hefted the coil from the storage shelf of the Hopper.
"And pitons," Joe said, gratefully, having watched Jay Greene include those recently manufactured items in their supplies.
"If you"ll bring the Hopper alongside, I"ll just start dismantling those solar panels," Aarens said, speaking for the first time that day.
"I wouldn"t want anything fall down on you guys while you"re climbing that cliff," he added with a sneer.
"Too right," Joe Marley said. "I"ll help you. We don"t all need to climb." Zainal peered at the sun, already well down the sky.
"Not today. Tomorrow. Today we all help remove panels. Get inside, too." But he did not appear too sanguine about that possibility as he inspected the huge grey-metalled doors. "No crack." When they reported in to Mitford, he was glad to hear they"d reached their destination but warned them to go slow if this appeared to be a totally different sort of installation. Since it might well be the control point for an entire planet, the Mec Makers might well have equipped it with safeguards.
Aarens took down the solar panels. "That"s what I"m here for, isn"t it?" he demanded nastily. "What I"m good at. You guys"ll take forever and you. . ." and his hostile gaze settled accusingly on Zainal"s heavy fingers, ". . might damage the panels. Some were damaged beyond use, you know. You guys don"t respect technology like you should." Knowing how the patrol had had to struggle with the solar panels, Kris reluctantly had to admit that Aarens did it faster, and probably better than anyone else could.
The fact did not endear Aarens to anyone and he had to stand watch that night, too, though he complained about the duty.
"I have big hands," Zainal said, raising one big fist and examining it as if he"d never seen it before. He smiled and turned towards Aarens, his intent very clear. "Big hand, big damage."
"You wouldn"t dare," and Aarens moved around the fire near Sarah, who promptly resettled herself, leaving him all alone again. "You need me as your mechanic. To tell you what"s up there."
"Perhaps," Zainal said, "but I have pilot s.p.a.ceship many years now. I know a thing or two about circuits and more about s.p.a.ceships." Aarens retreated into dour silence again, glaring across the campfire at them.
"Wake me for the dog watch, Joe said in a low voice to Zainal. "I don"t trust him."
"Where he go?" Zainal asked, with a shrug.
"Not so much where would he go, but what would he do? Like disable the Hopper for spite or slip some of those poisonous leaves in our morning tea? h.e.l.l, I wouldn"t trust him not to usher renegades in and laugh while they slit our throats," said Joe.
Aarens said nothing the next morning when he was awakened at dawn with the others. But he had a smug sort of twist to his features as if he"d won a round by not having to stand a watch as the others did.
Which he had, Kris thought, disgruntled.
Try as they could, and Aarens was doing his level best to solve the problem, they could not find out how the door opened, and there was only the one.
So, having spent a fruitless morning, Zainal decided to use the afternoon daylight to make the climb.
"Why"n"t we start tomorrow, early, first thing?" Aarens demanded in a suddenly nervous twitch. "Get some rest today. Hunt."
"No, we climb," and Zainal slung one coil of rope to his shoulders. "I, Kris, Bert. Aarens, you go hunt greens by river. Joe, Sarah, watch. Kris, give Joe your comunit." When she had, Zainal approached the cliff beside the garage where there were some irregularities providing footand hand-holds. At least in the first fifty or so feet.
It wasn"t as hard a climb as it seemed looking up at it. Indeed, the rock-face was most obliging even though it had an outward bulge that was a trifle awkward to manoeuvre. Then they came to the area of squared-off, dressed stone which must be the control post. A further twenty feet, easily scaled, got them to the array of solar panels crowning the cliff top. But, once again, no discernible way into the facility which they knew must be contained behind the rock. That is, until Kris, exasperated with the whole thing, climbed well above the panels and discovered the vents.
"Well, they had to have venting somewhere, didn"t they?" she said when she had called Bert and Zainal to inspect her find. Then she saw both men regarding her, and she looked back at the vents and realized she was the slenderest one among them. "I knew we should have brought Lenny.
It took a good two hours to pry the grill off the vent with the use of the heaviest chisel of the ones Zainal "borrowed" from a protesting Aarens. He had showered imprecations on them if they nicked any of the blades. When Zainal had chipped enough s.p.a.ce for his fingers, he gave one mighty pull and wrenched the vent cover off.
They slung a rope under Kris"s arms and, not without scratching herself, she squeezed into the opening and was let down. A long way down into musty darkness.
Then, as soon as she touched the ground with her feet, lights came up: an orangey glow rather than the blue-white of the lighting the Catteni used. She could see the panels that lined the "front" of the facility and then the long boxy rectangles that ranged along the back.
There was nothing that resembled seating, nothing that resembled anything she was familiar with, bar the sloping control panels with their regular indentations. There were six rectangles of an opaque material which looked like screens, placed high up on the walls, and a larger one like a blank picture window in front.
"I think Bert better get down here, or you, Zainal," she said. "I haven"t a clue what to do next." Bert"s head appeared in the vent aperture. "Tell me what you have in front of you, Kris. Maybe I can talk you through it.
"Ha!" She ran her fingers lightly over the left-hand group of indentations and, in the next instant, everything lit up.
"Oh, Lord, I hit something. Hey, and there"re sorts of pictograms that even I can read. And one of them looks like doors." She pressed her fingers together, ditheringly, and felt totally out of her depth to be confronted with such technology. She could now feel a humining through the soles of her boots, low and not menacing. She told them about it.
"We hear, too," Zainal said, his voice encouraging.
"How many door pictograms?" Bert asked.
"Five."
"Do they differ in any way?"
"You mean in size? Yes."
"Try the smallest and see what happens." Reluctantly she put her finger in the depression beside the small door pictogram. She heard a whoosh and saw a door panel swing open behind her "I"ve got access to the inside." "Take a look around, then." She did and came on to a blind corridor, wide and tall, cut into the rock. She reported.
"Try the next door glyph." She did and heard a roar from both of them, then Bert"s raucous "Open sesame!" She felt the cool air before she realized that she had inadvertently opened the outer door. She was overwhelmingly relieved, however, when Bert and Zainal entered the room.
Bert"s face was a study - the eager boy on Christmas morning with all the games he"d asked Santa for - as he pored over the control panel. Zainal was more interested in the rectangles on the inner wall, looking for the way in to their innards.
"Well, here goes on the Big Daddy Bear," Bert said in a tone of decision and pressed the last of the line of "doors" Immediately Zainal"s comunit bleeped.
"Hey, man," and Joe"s triumphant tones were audible to all three, "you did it. The main portal"s sliding back inside the cliff, smooth as a baby"s a.s.s. And, wow!"
"What"s inside?"
"Some kind of aircraft: one, no, two of "em, parked in tandem. Stubby wings, look like air-cushion lobs as I can"t find any wheels but I"d say they were atmospheric planes. Maybe for the inspector general to have a look round, see if all the mechos are doing their jobs right.
Hey, now, wait just a sec, there, Aarens . . ." Abruptly the transmission cut off.
Zainal leapt for the outer door, Bert and Kris almost b.u.mping into each other to follow.
Over the bulge of the cliff, they couldn"t see what was happening at the base by the garage until Zainal"s unit beeped again.
"S" all right here," Joe said. "Sorry to panic but that fool got himself inside one of the planes and I didn"t know what would happen." "We need that fool up here, Zainal said, scowling, and Kris just wished that Aarens could see that expression: he"d take less risks if he had Zainal to account to.
While they awaited Aarens" arrival, Bert studied the panel hieroglyphics, trying to figure out what did what.
There were only a few identifying signs that made any sense, the doors being one. Another was a line of six depressions, marked with a blunt-nosed object, some sort of a projectile. One s.p.a.ce did not light up.
"Could have fired one off," Bert said. "A probe? Some kind of a capsule?"
"Or a torpedo," was Kris"s guess.
"Yeah, could be any one of those."
"Zainal?" The Catteni came in to study the line, shaking his head after a few moments, though he pa.s.sed a hand over the torpedo/probeglyph. The comunit bleeped.
"He won"t go," Joe said, thoroughly disgusted.
"He won"t go?" Zainal repeated, blinking.
"He won"t climb up. Seems he"s afraid of heights."
"Afraid of heights?" Zainal echoed, as if he didn"t believe his ears, or thought he had misunderstood the words.
"Wouldn"t you know?" Kris said.
"He will climb," Zainal said flatly. The look on his face boded no good for Aarens.