"Thanks." She got up as she finished and, when she would have handed him back the cup, he pointed to the empty loop on her belt.
"Oh! Yes. Thanks again." Then she felt for the important parcel of ration bars and her blankets. All in place and accounted for. She breathed a sigh of relief. "So how do we get out of here?" she asked, sensorially aware of the size, as well as the darkness, of the building.
"This way," and Zainal cupped one big hand under her right elbow and turned her in the right direction.
"Care kind: one of the creatures that made a liquid looing sound.
She blinked furiously to accustom her eyes to the gloom and took a couple of quick and careful steps to catch up with Zainal, Coo and Slav.
"The main door, of course," she murmured when she realized that that was their destination. A very large set of doors. And how they were to open them, when there was no apparent handle or lock or k.n.o.b - She heard a little snick, a click and a pleased mutter from Zainal and heard the rumble of a door moving on a track as he replaced his boot knife.
"Come," Zainal said, and she and the others wasted no time in slipping out. Zainal carefully closed the door behind him and it snicked once more when shut.
They were by no means clear yet, for their temporary prison seemed to be only one of many such buildings set in a long line, visible as a greater darkness against the lesser one of the sky. For she could see stars above but none of the moons.
"Hold," and Zainal took her hand in his and then she felt Coo"s dry fingers closing around her left hand.
Slav, with better night vision, was their leader.
They must have completed a full circuit of the immense yard before they halted again.
"Place to hide?" Zainal asked Slav. The Rugarian shook his head.
Coo said softly. "Up?" and pointed in the direction of the stack of crates that had been halfway round their exploratory circuit.
"Maybe we can see more when a moon comes up," Kris suggested.
Zainal nodded and they made their way back to the tall crates.
Once again, Zainal"s height and heft made the difference as he boosted each of his team up onto the first level of the container stack. It took the three of them to haul him to their level. The process was repeated until Zainal decided they were high enough up not to be immediately visible from the ground.
Visible to what? was Kris"s question but she didn"t voice it.
They had at least reached enough s.p.a.ce for all of them to lie down, which seemed the best idea although Zainal just sat, propped against the crate, obviously intending to stand the watch.
"Wake me to spell y,) Kris told Zainal and made to lie down on the hard surface. How odd, she thought, that a simple convenience like a mattress was a distant memo,y.
Then she felt hands pulling at her and, quelling her immediate resistance because the only hands that were that strong were Zainal"s, she allowed herself to be pulled around, her head resting on his thigh.
Not quite as hard as the crate, and warm, so she made herself comfortable.
He shifted her briefly and gave her a sort of a pat before he crossed his arms. She was obscurely glad that there were only Slav and Coo to witness this cosiness. Well, h.e.l.l, she didn"t care. She rubbed her head into his leg, wishing the muscles were not quite so firmly packed.
There was rather a lot of Zainal that was commendable.
Slow down, girl, she warned herself. Why, then, do I frel more comfortable with him than with anyone else, even Jay Greene?
The sun suddenly blazing right in her eyes woke her more speedily than any alarm. She was facing into it unlike Coo and Slav who had carefully put their feet in that direction.
Zainal"s head had dropped to his crossed arms and he was breathing heavily enough for it to be called snoring.
She was about to wake him when sudden activity below startled her.
Machines were whirring, grinding, revving and there were all kinds of noises, except those of intelligible speech of any kind. She eased away from Zainal - had he moved at all since he had volunteered himself as her pillow? - and crept to the edge and looked down: shuddered and then took a grip on herself. They had climbed considerably higher than she"d realized last night: there was only one more tier of crates above them.
And the crates looked fairly well used, sc.r.a.ped along the sides and dented in places: the usual result of careless packing and unpacking. Only what packed and unpacked them? Where did they get emptied? With what were they now filled?
One building now gushed forth smoke, and another a stench that was unmistakable. Kris had only encountered it once before when she pa.s.sed a meat-packing company on a detour through a grotty area of Denver.
The abattoir?
And it was opposite buildings that resembled the barn they"d been in that night. To confirm her hideous surmise, the double doors of one of the barns now opened and its inhabitants, comprised of the six-legged grazers and some other smaller and different types, were being herded to the abattoir by a curious mechanical which had long extendable "arms" and which spat electrical sparks at laggard beasts.
All unconscious of their imminent demise, the beasts jogged into the building. Kris steeled herself but heard nothing and saw only the animals entering the building. The doors slid closed and noises she didn"t want to describe issued forth, making her clamp her hands to her ears.
"They gather meat, too," Zainal said right beside her.
Instinctively and desperately wanting some comfort for the harrowing sound so near by, she burrowed against him. He was warm, alive and nearly human. To her surprise, he embraced her, soothing her with his hands and thus restoring her courage. It struck her as very odd that a Catteni could be comforting.
It was when the doors of the next barn opened and its occupants were driven out that matters changed abruptly.
For there were recognizable humans staggering out into the light, shielding their eyes from the bright sun that poured, almost obscenely, down the pa.s.sage between the buildings. They, too, were being herded by a long-armed, spark spitting machine. They were not, as the beasts had been, amenable to such herding.
Even as Zainal reacted, rousing Slav and Coo, some humans were trying to evade the machine"s extensions, which was obviously unaccustomed to any sort of protest.
In fact, all the humans seemed to be trying to escape, as if they had figured out the fate which awaited them.
"THIS WAY! HERE!" Zainal yelled, waving furiously and glancing towards Kris to shout directions.
One human spotted them, pointing upwards and calling to the others. Although Kris couldn"t imagine how they could manage to help others escape when they didn"t even know how to themselves, that was not as important as getting humans out of the clutches of the mechanicals.
The four scrambled down the big crates they had so laboriously climbed the night before. At least, down was easier than up. But it was up they"d need to do again.
The humans pelted down the alleyway to be met by Zainal who had halted his three companions on top of the ground tier with an imperious hand. He gave Kris the unmistakable order to stay where she was. But, as she saw him link his hands, she realized what he was going to do: throw the people up on to the first crate. Kris, Coo and Slav then pushed them to the next level, urging them to get higher up, out of any possible range of the mechanical"s extendibles. So they formed a human "lift" system for the escapees: humans, Deskis and Rugarians, three green Morphins and two Turs, the goblins who were so short that Zainal was slinging them up.
In the panic of the effort to get everybody off the ground and started up the crates, Kris got bruised, cut, and had her right wrist wrenched so badly that she had to rely on her left hand. Then there was Zainal to get up to safety because the mechanos were now aware that something was distinctly out of order. Kris wondered if they had counted bodies coming out of the barn and had now discovered the appropriate number were not being processed. A shame to put their production figures out.
But they"d rescued more than twenty from slaughter.
Zainal had to jump to reach the helping hands that would take him off the ground. A funny little clicking machine was now quartering the pa.s.sageway.
"Climb!" Zainal said to those on his level. "Seek heat.
We go to cold." They climbed and climbed until they reached the top with the others and then they all stopped in awe. As far as they could see there were crates stacked to the same height. Acres of them to the horizon.
"Now this is one mother of a stockpile," a human muttered with an understandably hysterical edge to his voice.
"And we d.a.m.ned near joined it, someone else said.
"More down there?" Zainal asked and Kris noted him breathing heavily for the first time since they"d started this reconnaissance.
"h.e.l.l, all we saw was that one stinking barn after those flying turrets darted us. Are we going to hang about to see?" Clearly that was not his preference.
"Hey, you"re a Cat!" the first speaker said accusingly.
"Cat or not, he just saved our lives. Thanks, pal," the second man said to Zainal, holding out his hand.
He was filthy and the slight breeze on the top of this incredible"- stockpile wafted a stench off him that nearly gagged Kris.
Most of the escapees now sank to their b.u.t.ts to rest after their scrambling retreat.
"Zainal is my name. These three and I explore. You are?"
"Speaks good English for a Cat," the first man said "Kris Bjornsen, Slav and Coo are us," Zainal continued the introductions. Then he paused for the others to identify themselves.
Their stories were similar to the experiences of Kris"s group except that they hadn"t had the benefit of a Sergeant Chuck Mitford to marshal them out of danger. The field they had been dumped on had been attacked by the fliers in spite of Deskis" attempts to warn of incoming danger.
Everyone had scattered in twos and threes and small groups, only to be rounded up when they were spotted the second morning by a harvester unit. They"d been in the barn for several days but had survived on their food parcels which were now almost gone. Several of their number had been trampled to death in the barn when the animals had, for some reason, panicked the second night of their incarceration.
"That"s why we all smell like this," said Lenny Doyle, a medium-built, dark-haired man with a pleasant, open face and a nice smile. d.i.c.k Aarens had been the first speaker and still regarded Zainal with frowning suspicion. He was taller than Kris, but he had a dreadful slouch and a mean slant to his mouth as well as deep scowl lines.
"Zainal got dumped down here along with the rest of us," Kris said with an indifferent shrug to relieve the sudden tension among the newcomers, "and I don"t know why he"s here, but he is and he was ready to risk his neck to get you out, so cool it, Mac." d.i.c.k Aarens reluctantly subsided but Kris caught him more than once glaring at either her or Zainal.
"So, do we go back and see if anyone else"s stuck in those barns?" Lenny asked Zainal.
"Why should he risk his neck for more humans?" a stocky man of apparent Italian origin demanded in a surly voice.
Zainal had his head down in what Kris was beginning to know as his thinking pose. He looked up at the sun and then did a slow circle, squinting against the glare of the sun. He said a few brief words to Slav who nodded.
"Slav leads to camp," Zainal said. "The machines learn "Yeah, but do they have something that climbs crates like a spider?" Aarens demanded.
"You have food?" Zainal asked.
"What"s it to ya?" Aarens wanted to know.
"Oh, cool it, Aarens," Lenny said. "The machines didn"t search us. We got cups, knives and bars."
"No water," and again Zainal glanced sunward.
"I take the point," Lenny said. "Look, I"ll volunteer to go back to the edge and see what"s up with the mechanicals - -" He grinned at Kris for his description of their captors. "They must"ve. . .
processed. . . another group yesterday. We heard screaming a coupla times." He shook himself convulsively. "So we figured we might have to make a break for it."
"There"re a lot of barns down there," Aarens said, shaking his head.
"We go back," Zainal said. "See."
"Now, wait a minute - - Aarens said, holding up one hand in protest.
To the idea as well as the spokesman, Kris thought, marking Aarens as troublesome.
"Then go with Slav," Zainal said, shrugging his indifference.
"There is much to see and know." This time his gesture meant learning as much as possible about the machines and their operation.
"Can you open barn doors from outside?" Kris asked.
Zainal nodded. "Easy," and now he grinned. "Animals do not unlock doors. Humans, and Cats, do." Lenny laughed out loud at that and nudged the hostile Aarens. "Sense of humour, too. Shall I go back for a look-see? I had a long drink just before we got ejected from our happy home.
Zainal nodded and Lenny trotted back the way he had come.
"Hey, bro, I"m coming, too, and a second man followed.
"The Doyle brothers stick together. I"m Joe Lattore," the stocky Italian said with a grin, nodding at both Kris and Zainal. "So what do we do if there are a lot of other humans, and aliens, stuck in with the cattle?"
"We get them out," Zainal said and, hunkering down, unrolled one of his spare blankets and, taking out his knife, began to rend it into strips. To make ropes, Kris immediately realized "Yeah, a rope would be real handy," Lattore said and took a blanket as Zainal handed them around.
It wasn"t easy to do, given the sort of indestructible fabric it was. Kris had to stop: her wrist ached and was next to useless.
Hauling folks to the top of the crates would be a lot easier. That is, if the mechanicals hadn"t figured out where the escapees had gone which was possible. By the time they had acquired several lengths of st.u.r.dy rope, the Doyles returned. They had seen no more except smoke from the processing plant.
"Yeah, machines operate on logic and our escape since they cla.s.sified us as "meat animals" - would be inconsistent," Kris said, as she worked. "Somehow I don"t think their programming would extend to coping with inconsistencies. We came up as heat sources where heat sources shouldn"t be - in there messing up their crop fields. That was easy for them. So they dumped us in with the other animals they were collecting."
"I don"t think I like that," Joe said, shuddering. "Bad enough to be mistaken as food. How come they don"t recognize people?" "Does sort of beg the question, doesn"t it?" Lenny said.
"I dunno how they figure it all out. We were there four, five days without anyone taking a blind bit of notice of us, or even opening the main door. When they did, we couldn"t get out for those six-legged things being crammed in. And suddenly there was only standing s.p.a.ce.
Then - whammy!
we"re scheduled for the chop. They must have started.
well, processing . . . yesterday if what we heard were human cries - . -" Lenny gave another shiver.
Kris watched Zainal thinking over this information.
She wondered how in heaven"s name the Catteni scouts hadn"t noticed such installations on their exploratory pa.s.s of this planet.
Surely they would have spotted such a vast number of crates? Unless, and she thought of the evidence, the sc.r.a.pes and bad handling, these were new, and the last lot had been collected? By what? For whom?
"We see if there are . . . more people," Zainal said, having reached a decision. "You help?" He looked around at the recently rescued.
Ten decided to remain and help, including the two Doyle brothers and, oddly enough in Kris"s estimation, Aarens. The others were led off by Slav, who once again a.s.sured Zainal that he could find the cave campsite. He kept pointing to the north and east. The two Deskis went with him, to keep a listen-out for the flyers and any roving mechanicals that would need to be avoided at all costs. If nothing else, this recon had taught Kris, and the others, the sorts of hazards that had to be avoided: sleeping on bare ground, avoiding the harvesters, and freezing when flyers were spotted.
Simple, homely, rules, Kris told herself facetiously. She was glad she"d had a good drink of water before they"d set out. Still, maybe they could sneak back down to the vacant barns.
Which is what they did when Zainal and his stalwans reached the yard. The fact that no-one had been searched, much less stripped, was discussed.
"They didn"t search the six-legged critters," Lenny said.