"Is Lewis all right?"
"Angie says she will be, but I"d say she"s used up about two lifetimes of luck," he replied carefully. "Her att.i.tude thrusters could just as easily have slammed her straight into the hull, and she inhaled enough stomach acid to cause major lung damage. Angie"s on top of that, but she pulled thirty-five gees for twenty minutes, with no warning, and her vector looks like a near-weasel chasing a rabbit. That didn"t do her a bit of good, and she was pretty far gone in anoxia-from the lung damage, not suit failure-before the pinnace got to her. By the way," he added, "Tatsumi was the ready section SBA. Angie says he"s the only reason she"s still alive."
"I see." Honor paced once around her day cabin while Nimitz crouched on his perch, tail lashing and coat bristled as he shared her searing wrath. Tschu had brought Samantha with him, and she quivered with her own echo of the emotions radiating from Honor and Nimitz . . . and her own person. The engineer reached up to stroke her spine soothingly, and she pressed back against his touch-but she also bared her fangs with a sibilant hiss.
"Who worked suit maintenance?" Honor asked finally, turning back to the others.
"I"ve pulled the duty roster, but we"re working extra shifts with the pod reloading, and there were some extra hands involved," Tschu said. "I"ve got the check-off on Lewis"s SUT-it was Avram Hiroshio, one of my best techs-but there"ve been so many people in and out of the suit morgue that anyone could have done it. It was all software, Ma"am. All the b.a.s.t.a.r.d needed was five seconds when no one was watching to overwrite his chip onto the SUT computer."
"You mean to tell me," Honor p.r.o.nounced each word with deadly precision, "that someone in my ship tried to murder one of my crewmen, and we don"t have the slightest idea who it was?"
"I can narrow it down some, Skipper, but not enough " Tschu admitted. "It could"ve been any one of two or three dozen people. I"m sorry, but that"s the truth."
"Is Randy Steilman on the list?" she asked flatly.
"No, Ma"am, but-" Tschu paused and drew a deep breath. "Steilman isn"t, but Jackson Coulter and Elizabeth Showforth both are, and they"re part of Steilman"s circle. I can"t prove it was either of them, though."
"I don"t care what you can prove. Not now." Honor turned to Cardones. "Screen the Master at Arms. I want Coulter and Showforth brigged, and I want them sweated."
"I understand, Ma"am," Cardones started, "but with no evi-"
"My authority," she said in that same flat, calm voice. "You tell them that. And you remind them a serving member of the military does not have the right to remain silent. One of those two people just attempted to commit murder, and I want them hammered until I know which it was."
Cardones met her gaze levelly, but his own was troubled.
"Skipper, I"ll do it, but you know they"re going to claim they never actually meant to kill her-that it was only a prank that got out of hand-even if we break them down."
"I don"t care." Honor Harrington stood very tall and straight, hands still locked together behind her, and her eyes were brown, blazing ice. "This is the second "accident" to one of my people. Understand me. There will not be a third. I will have these two in the brig, and I will have them hammered, and I will find out who did it. And when I do, I will by G.o.d make whoever it was the sorriest piece of sc.u.m ever to wear Manticoran uniform. Do you read me on this, Rafe?"
"Yes, Ma"am." Cardones nodded sharply, fighting an urge to spring to attention, and she nodded back.
"Good."
Aubrey Wanderman sat in sickbay once more, this time holding Ginger"s hand. She lay very still, mouth and nose covered by a transparent oxygen mask. Commander Ryder had promised Aubrey she"d be all right, that she only needed the oxygen until the quick heal repaired her acid-seared lungs, but she looked so still. So broken.
It"s only the quick heal, idiot! he told himself sharply, and knew it was true. They"d put her under a general while they flushed the acid out of her lungs, and then they"d had to hit her with a ma.s.sive dose of the quick heal compounds. That always put the recipient out like a light. But knowing it didn"t make her look one bit less terrible, and he looked up as Yoshiro Tatsumi paused at the foot of the bed.
"Thanks," Aubrey said simply, and the SBA shrugged uncomfortably.
"Hey, it"s my job, okay?"
"Yeah, I know. Thanks anyway. She"s a friend."
"I know." Tatsumi nodded, eyes dark with compa.s.sion as he gazed down at her. "You know she"s likely to have some problems when she comes out of the quicky, don"t you?" he asked quietly. "I mean, she went for a wild one, man. Odds are real good she"s gonna have some post traumatic from it." He shook his head. "I knew a tech once-an electronics guy, like you-went for a Dutchman. He was working on a gravitic array and some a.s.shole in CIC didn"t check the warning board. Threw power to the array while he was on it and blew him clear off the hull. Power surge fried his com and half his suit electronics. It took us almost twelve hours to find him. That man never went extra vehicular again. Just couldn"t to it."
"Ginger"s tougher than that," Aubrey said more confidently than he felt. "She"s always loved EVA, too, and she was only out there about thirty minutes. She can kick it. No way she"s going to let a stupid accident get to her that way."
"Accident?" Tatsumi blinked, then looked around carefully and shook his head. "It wasn"t any d.a.m.ned accident, man," he said much more softly. "Haven"t you heard?"
"Heard what? Lieutenant Wolcott gave me permission to come right down here, and I"ve been here ever since."
"s.h.i.t, Wanderman-the Old Lady"s brigged Coulter and Showforth. Word is, somebody sabotaged her SUT, and the Skipper"s pretty d.a.m.ned sure it was one of those two. She"s gonna turn whoever it was into reactor ma.s.s when she figures out which one to hang, too. I mean, that lady is p.i.s.sed, man!"
"Coulter and Showforth?" Aubrey repeated, and he didn"t recognize his own voice. Tatsumi nodded, and Aubrey stood smoothly. He patted Ginger"s hand gently, then glanced back at Tatsumi. "Keep an eye on her for me, okay? I want somebody to be here if she wakes up."
"Where are you going?" the SBA asked uneasily.
"I"ve got to see someone about a lesson," Aubrey said quietly, and walked away without another word.
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR.
"Christ, Randy! Are you outa your friggin" mind?" Ed Illyushin leaned close, voice low enough no one else in the big, half-empty mess compartment could hear.
"Me?" Randy Steilman smiled lazily. "I don"t have the least idea what you"re talking about."
"I"m talking about what happened to Lewis!" Illyushin hissed. "d.a.m.n it, they"ve already grabbed Showforth and Coulter-you think one of them isn"t gonna roll over on us?"
Al Stennis nodded nervously, eyes flitting about to be certain no one was close enough to overhear. Not that anyone was likely to be. Steilman and his cronies weren"t exactly popular with their fellows.
"Showforth doesn"t know s.h.i.t about it," Steilman said. "All she"s gotta do is say so. As for Jackson-h.e.l.l, it was his suggestion." That wasn"t precisely true, but it was close. Steilman had simply decided the general euphoria over Wayfarer"s recent victories had brought everyone"s guard down, which made it the time to deal with Lewis. It was Coulter who"d suggested the perfect way to do it and planted the necessary files in Lewis" SUT. "And unlike you maggots, Jackson"s got guts. Even if he didn"t, you think he could turn us in without confessing to attempted murder?"
"But if they sweat them hard enough, they might tell "em about-" Stennis began anxiously, only to shut his mouth with a click as Steilman glared at him.
"We don"t talk about that outside the compartment," the burly power tech said softly. "And no one"s gonna ask them about it, because no one knows about it. And as far as "sweating" them goes, they"ve both been around the block. They"ve seen the inside of the brig before, and they ain"t gonna cave in just because someone locked the door on "em. And how the h.e.l.l is anyone gonna sweat them when they haven"t got any evidence?"
"What makes you so sure they don"t?" Illyushin asked in a marginally calmer voice. "Why grab them-and only them-if there"s no evidence?"
"h.e.l.l, the fact they hauled both of "em in is the best proof they haven"t got any evidence!" Steilman snorted. "Look, they know the two of "em berth with us, right? And they know I had words with Lewis, right?" The other two men nodded, and he shrugged. "All right, that"s why they"re being questioned, you a.s.sholes. All they"ve got is a possible motive. If they had enough evidence to prove who did it, it would"ve told "em which of them to grab, right? Which means all Showforth and Jackson have to do is hang tough and they can"t do squat to us."
"I don"t know," Stennis began dubiously. "It looks to me like-"
The environmental tech broke off in astonishment as someone slid a tray onto the table beside Steilman. The power tech turned his head, mouth already twisting up in a snarl to order the interloper away, but then his eyes widened. He stared for one incredulous second, and then his face flushed dark as Aubrey Wanderman smiled mockingly at him.
"What the f.u.c.k d"you want, Snotnose?" he grated, and Aubrey smiled more mockingly still. It was hard, but not as hard as he"d expected it to be.
"I just thought I"d grab a bite to eat," he said. "My watch schedule"s sort of up in the air-they gave me a couple of days off to spend some time in sickbay with a friend-so I"ve got to eat whenever I can squeeze it in."
Steilman"s eyes narrowed. There was something wrong here. The irony in Wanderman"s voice cut like a knife, and his eyes were too steady. There might have been a flicker of nervousness deep inside them, but there was no fear, and there should have been. It took the power tech a moment longer to realize there was something else in those eyes, something he was accustomed to seeing only in his own, and a wave of pure disbelief washed over him. Why, the little p.r.i.c.k was actually looking for a confrontation!
"Yeah?" he sneered. "Well why don"t you go feed your miserable face somewhere else? I may puke if I hafta look at you too long."
"Go ahead," Aubrey said, picking up his fork. "Just try not to splash any on my tray."
Steilman quivered in rage at the derisive contempt in the younger man"s voice, and his fist clenched on the table top. Stennis looked confused, but Illyushin was watching intently. He"d managed to avoid official action far more effectively than Steilman and frequently sided with the more cautious Stennis in discussions, but-like Coulter-he shared Steilman"s vicious streak. He and Coulter were more hyenas to the other"s rogue elephant, but his lip curled in an ugly smile. He didn"t know what Wanderman thought he was doing, but he knew the stupid kid was about to get his b.u.t.t kicked royally. He looked forward to watching . . . and his concentration on Aubrey meant neither he nor either of his fellows noticed when Horace Harkness and Sally MacBride walked quietly into the compartment.
"You want your a.s.s kicked up between your sorry ears, Snotnose?" Steilman growled.
"Nope." Aubrey speared some green beans and chewed slowly, then swallowed. "I"m just sitting here eating. Besides, I thought you might like to hear how Ginger Lewis is doing."
"Why should I give a fart in a vac suit about that jumped up b.i.t.c.h?" Steilman smiled thinly as fire flashed in Aubrey"s eyes at last. "So she jumped my a.s.s for something I didn"t do-so what? Happens all the time. Sounds like the smarta.s.s f.u.c.ked up her own SUT. Not but what I"d expect something that stupid from a "senior chief" like her."
"Actually," Aubrey"s voice was a shade less calm, but he kept it even and locked gazes with his enemy, "she"s going to be just fine. Doc Ryder says she"ll be out of sickbay in a week or so, once the quick heal takes hold."
"So f.u.c.king what?"
"So I thought you"d like to know you didn"t manage to kill her after all," Aubrey said in a conversational tone loud enough to carry to every table, and heads turned incredulously towards him. Most of the men and women in that compartment had reached the same conclusion, but none of them had dreamed that anyone-especially Aubrey Wanderman!-would actually say it.
Steilman went pale. Not with fear, but with fury, and exploded to his feet. Aubrey dropped his fork and spun erect himself, stepping back from the older man but never breaking eye contact, and his smile was no longer cool and mocking. It was ugly and filled with hate, and Steilman shook himself like an enraged bull.
"You got a big G.o.dd.a.m.ned mouth," he grated. "Maybe someone should shut it for you!"
"Only saying what I think, Steilman." Aubrey made himself speak coolly, watching the bigger man alertly. "Of course, it"s what everyone else thinks, too, isn"t it? And when Showforth or Coulter cracks-and they will crack, Steilman-everyone in this crew will know it was true. Just like they"re going to know big, bad Randy Steilman didn"t have the guts to go after a woman on his own. What"s the matter, Steilman? Afraid she"d kick your a.s.s like the Bosun did?"
Steilman was no longer pale. He was paper-white with rage, consumed with the need to smash this insufferable little b.a.s.t.a.r.d. He was too enraged to think, to realize there were dozens of witnesses. But even if he had realized, it might not have mattered. His fury was too deep, too explosive to remember how he"d planned to catch Aubrey alone once more. How he"d intended to take his time, make the little p.r.i.c.k whimper and beg. Now all he wanted was to grind him into powder, and it never even occurred to him that he"d been deliberately goaded into it.
Al Stennis watched with horror. Unlike Steilman, he could still think, and he knew what would happen if Steilman took the first swing. Aubrey hadn"t made a single threatening move, hadn"t even uttered a threat. If Steilman attacked him in front of all these witnesses and after the warnings he"d already received, he"d go to the brig and stay there until deployment"s end, and that could all too easily lead to the discovery of the entire plan to desert, especially with Showforth and Coulter already under suspicion. Stennis knew it, but there was nothing he could do about it. He could only sit there, jaw hanging, and see it all come apart.
Randy Steilman bellowed his fury and lunged with murder in his eyes. He reached for Aubrey"s throat, fingers curled to rend and throttle-then whooped in agony as a perfectly timed snap kick exploded into his belly. He flew backward, crashing down over two empty chairs, and heaved himself back to his knees on the deck. He fought for breath, glaring at the slender acting petty officer, unable to believe what had just happened. And then he swung his arms, smashing the chairs away from him, and lunged again, this time from his knees.
Aubrey"s flashing spin kick took Steilman square in the face before he was half-erect. The power tech went down again, with a scream of pain as his nose broke and two incisors snapped. He spat out broken teeth and blood, staring down at them in shock and fury, and Illyushin stepped towards Aubrey with a snarl of his own. But his movement stopped as suddenly as it had begun-stopped in a gasp of agony as a steel clamp closed on the back of his neck. One of his arms was s.n.a.t.c.hed behind him and twisted till the back of his hand pressed his shoulder blades, a knee drove into his spine, and a deep, cold voice rumbled in his ear.
"You stay out of it, sweetheart," Horace Harkness told him softly, almost lovingly, "or I"ll break your f.u.c.king back myself."
Illyushin went pasty white, arched with the pain in his elbow and shoulder. Like Steilman, he was a bully and a s.a.d.i.s.t, but he wasn"t a total fool . . . and he knew Harkness" reputation.
No one else paid any attention to Illyushin or Harkness. All eyes were on Steilman and Aubrey as the power tech staggered to his feet once more. He shook himself, face slimed with blood from his nose and pulped mouth, and dragged the back of one hand across his chin.
"You"re gonna die, Snotnose!" he raged. "I"m gonna rip your head off and p.i.s.s down your neck!"
"Sure you are," Aubrey said. He felt his heart pound madly, felt the sweat at his own hairline. He was frightened, for he knew how badly this could still end, but he was in command of his fear. He was using his fear, as Harkness and Gunny Hallowell had taught him. Letting it sharpen his reflexes, but not letting it drive him. He was focused, in a way Randy Steilman could never even begin to understand, and he watched the other man come.
Steilman came in more cautiously this time, right fist clenched low by his side, left arm spread to grab and drag Aubrey in close. But despite what had already happened, his caution was only a thin veneer over his rage. He didn"t understand, had no concept of how much Aubrey had changed, and his intellect hadn"t caught up with his emotions. He"d taken damage, but he was almost as tough physically as he thought he was, and he couldn"t even conceive of the possibility that he might lose. It simply wasn"t possible. The snotnose had gotten lucky, that was all, and Steilman remembered how he"d terrified Aubrey the first time they"d met, then beaten him savagely the only time he"d ever laid hands on him. He knew-didn"t think; knew-he could tear this little b.a.s.t.a.r.d apart, and he growled deep in his throat as he prepared to do just that.
Aubrey let him come, no longer afraid, no longer uncertain. He remembered everything Gunny Hallowell had taught him, knew Steilman could still take him, despite what had already happened, if Aubrey let him. But he also remembered what Hallowell had told him to do about it, and his eyes were cold as he stepped right into the other man. His right arm brushed Steilman"s grappling left arm wide like a parrying rapier even as the power tech"s fist came up in a smashing blow. There was immense power in that punch, but Aubrey"s left hand slapped his wrist, diverting the blow into empty air, and then his right hand continued forward from the parry of the older man"s arm. His fingers cupped the back of Steilman"s head and jerked, and the power tech"s own forward momentum helped bring his face down just in time to meet Aubrey"s driving kneecap.
Steilman staggered back with another scream of pain, both hands going to his face. Feet pounded as two Marines in the black bra.s.sards of the ship"s police burst into the compartment, but Sally MacBride"s raised hand stopped them. Neither Marine said a word, but they came to a complete halt, eyes dark with satisfaction, as they realized what was happening.
Steilman"s hands were still covering his face, leaving him blind and vulnerable, when a rock-hard right fist slammed a vicious uppercut into his crotch. The punch started somewhere down around Aubrey"s right calf, and the sound Steilman made wasn"t a scream this time. It was an animal sound of agony, and he jackknifed forward. His hands dropped instantly from his face to his groin, and the edge of a bladed left hand broke his right cheekbone like a hammer. His head snapped sideways, his eyes stunned, wide with disbelief and terrible pain, and then he shrieked as a precisely placed kick exploded into his right knee.
The kneecap shattered instantly, and he went to the deck, his screams high and shrill as his leg bent impossibly backward. He"d never even touched the b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Even through his agony, that thought burned in his brain like poison. The snotnose hadn"t just beaten him; he"d destroyed him, and he"d made it look so easy.
"That"s for me and Ginger Lewis," Aubrey Wanderman said, stepping back from the man he"d once feared as MacBride waved the Marines forward at last. "I hope you enjoyed it, a.s.shole," he finished coldly through the other man"s sobbing pain. "I certainly did."
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE.
Aubrey Wanderman waited for his trip to the Captain"s quarters, and a Marine corporal stood beside him, her face blank. Aubrey knew her well-he and Corporal Slattery had sparred often-but her official expression told him nothing at all about his fate. The only good news, aside from the fact that Ginger was coming back extremely well from her ordeal, was that what awaited him was "only" a Captain"s Mast, not a formal court martial. The worst Captain"s Mast could do to him was stick him in the brig for up to forty-five days per offense and bust him a maximum of three grades. Of course, that didn"t count taking his acting petty officer"s status away. The Captain could do that whenever she chose and start the busting process from his permanent rate.
She might just do it, too, Aubrey thought. Fighting aboard ship was a serious offense, but one the Navy had long since learned to handle "in house" without bringing up the heavy artillery. Crippling a fellow crewman was something else, and Randy Steilman"s knee was going to require surgical reconstruction. That could very easily have turned it into a court martial offense, with heavy time in the stockade or even a dishonorable discharge attending a guilty verdict.
He was going to lose his petty officer"s stripe, he thought gloomily. That was the very best he could hope for . . . but it had been worth it. Now that the charged emotions of the fight had pa.s.sed, the remembered "crunch!" of Steilman"s knee made Aubrey more than a little queasy. It shocked him, too. Despite all Senior Chief Harkness and Gunny Hallowell had taught him, his forebrain hadn"t really caught up with the fact that he could do something like that. Yet shock and queasiness could do nothing to quell the cold satisfaction he also felt. He"d owed Steilman, and not just for what the rogue power tech had done to him.
But he still didn"t look forward to facing the Skipper.
Honor Harrington sat square and straight behind her desk as the master at arms marched Randy Steilman up to face her. The power tech was in undress uniform, not his normal work-a-day shipsuit, but he looked terrible. His crippled leg was locked in a tractor cast, swinging wide from the hip with every awkward stride, and his eyes peered out through narrow, purple slits on either side of the blob of swollen flesh which had been his nose. Broken-off teeth showed between his equally swollen lips, and his broken cheek was a ma.s.s of livid, rainbow-hued bruises. Honor had seen the results of physical violence more than once, but she could seldom remember seeing someone who"d been as viciously beaten as this man, and she reminded her stony eyes not to show her satisfaction.
"Off caps!" Thomas barked, and Steilman reached up, dragged his beret off his head, and shuffled to what might have been called attention. He tried to look defiant, but Honor saw the fear in his face and the sag of his shoulders. He"d been beaten in more than one way, she thought, and swiveled her eyes to Sally MacBride.
"Charges?" she asked, and MacBride made a great show of consulting her memo pad.
"Prisoner is charged with violation of Article Thirty-Four," she said crisply, "violent, abusive, and threatening language to a fellow crewman; Article Thirty-Five, a.s.saulting a fellow crewman; Article Nineteen," her voice turned colder, "conspiracy to desert in time of war; and Article Ninety, conspiracy to commit murder."
Steilman"s eyes flickered at the third charge and turned suddenly very dark at the fourth, and Honor looked at Rafe Cardones.
"Have you investigated the charges, Mr. Cardones?"
"I have, Captain," the exec replied formally. "I"ve examined each witness to the incident in the mess compartment, and all the testimony supports the first two charges. Based on further testimony from Electronics Tech Showforth and Environmental Tech Stennis and corroborating evidence located in the prisoner"s quarters and in Life Pod One-Eight-Four, I believe there is convincing evidence to support the latter two charges, as well."
"Recommendations?"
"Shipboard punishment for the first two, and return to the first available naval station for formal court martial on the last two," Cardones said, and Honor watched Steilman pale. He could be shot under Article Nineteen or Ninety, and he knew it. Honor judged it was unlikely, since he hadn"t actually managed to desert or kill Ginger Lewis, but at the very least, Randy Steilman was going to be a very old man before he ever got out of prison.
It was customary to permit the accused to speak in his own defense, but there wasn"t much point this time, and everyone in her day cabin knew it. Besides, she thought coldly, she didn"t want this man"s words polluting air she had to breathe.
"Very well," she said, and nodded to Thomas.
"Prisoner, "ten-shun!" the warrant officer snapped, and Steilman tried to square his shoulders.
"For violation of Article Thirty-Four, forty-five days close confinement on basic rations," she said coldly. "For violation of Article Thirty-Five, forty-five days close confinement on basic rations, sentences to run consecutively. On the charges of violation of Articles Nineteen and Ninety, prisoner will be kept in close confinement until remanded into the custody of the first available naval station for formal court martial. See to it, Master at Arms."
"Aye, aye, Ma"am!"
Steilman sagged and started to open his mouth, but he never got the chance to speak.