"Very regrettable," Hulse said. "You"d have to reprogram everything--"
"Reprogram what?" Avis retorted. Tears started forth in her eyes.
"We"ve told you what sort of stuff our chemical plant is handling. We can"t shut it down on that short notice. It"ll run wild. There"ll be sodium explosions, hydrogen and organic combustion, n-n-nothing left here but wreckage!"
Hulse didn"t unbend a centimeter. "I offer my most sincere apologies.
If actual harm does occur, I"m sure the government will indemnify you.
And, of course, my command will furnish what supplies may be needed for the _Pallas Castle_ to transport you to the nearest Commission base. At the moment, though, you can do nothing but evacuate and hope we will be able to intercept the missile."
Blades knotted his fists. A sudden comprehension rushed up in him and he bellowed, "There isn"t going to be an interception! This wasn"t an accident!"
Hulse backed a step and drew himself even straighter. "Don"t get overwrought," he advised.
"You louse-bitten, egg-sucking, bloated f.a.ggot-porter! How stupid do you think we are? As stupid as your Essjay bosses? By heaven, we"re staying! Then see if you have the nerve to murder a hundred people!"
"Mike ... Mike--" Avis caught his arm.
Hulse turned to Chung. "I"ll overlook that unseemly outburst," he said. "But in light of my responsibilities and under the provisions of the Const.i.tution, I am hereby putting this asteroid under martial law.
You will have all personnel aboard the _Pallas Castle_ and at a minimum distance of a thousand kilometers within four hours of this moment, or be subject to arrest and trial. Now I have to get back and commence operations. The _Altair_ will maintain radio contact with you. Good day." He bowed curtly, spun on his heel, and clacked from the room.
Blades started to charge after him. Chung caught his free arm.
Together he and Avis dragged him to a stop. He stood cursing the air ultraviolet until Ellen entered.
"I couldn"t keep up with you," she panted. "What"s happened, Mike?"
The strength drained from Blades. He slumped into a chair and covered his face.
Chung explained in a few harsh words. "Oh-h-h," Ellen gasped. She went to Blades and laid her hands on his shoulders. "My poor Mike!"
After a moment she looked at the others. "I should report back, of course," she said, "but I won"t be able to before the ship accelerates. So I"ll have to stay with you till afterward. Miss Page, we left about half a bottle of wine on the verandah. I think it would be a good idea if you went and got it."
Avis bridled. "And why not you?"
"This is no time for personalities," Chung said. "Go on, Avis. You can be thinking what records and other paper we should take, while you"re on your way. I"ve got to organize the evacuation. As for Miss Ziska, well, Mike needs somebody to pull him out of his dive."
"Her?" Avis wailed, and fled.
Chung sat down and flipped his intercom to Phone Central. "Get me Captain Janichevski aboard the _Pallas_," he ordered. "h.e.l.lo, Adam?
About that general alarm--"
Blades raised a haggard countenance toward Ellen"s. "You better clear out, along with the women and any men who don"t want to stay," he said. "But I think most of them will take the chance. They"re on a profit-sharing scheme, they stand to lose too much if the place is ruined."
"What do you mean?"
"It"s a gamble, but I don"t believe Hulse"s sealed orders extend to murder. If enough of us stay put, he"ll have to catch that thing. He jolly well knows its exact trajectory."
"You forget we"re under martial law," Chung said, aside to him. "If we don"t go freely, he"ll land some PP"s and march us off at gunpoint.
There isn"t any choice. We"ve had the course."
"I don"t understand," Ellen said shakily.
Chung went back to his intercom. Blades fumbled out his pipe and rolled it empty between his hands. "That missile was shot off on purpose," he said.
"What? No, you must be sick, that"s impossible!"
"I realize you didn"t know about it. Only three or four officers have been told. The job had to be done very, very secretly, or there"d be a scandal, maybe an impeachment. But it"s still sabotage."
She shrank from him. "You"re not making sense."
"Their own story doesn"t make sense. It"s ridiculous. A new missile system wouldn"t be sent on a field trial clear to the Belt before it"d had enough tests closer to home to get the worst bugs out. A war-head missile wouldn"t be stashed anywhere near something so unreliable, let alone be put under its control. The testing ship wouldn"t hang around a civilian Station while her gunnery chief tinkered. And Hulse, Warburton, Liebknecht, they were asking in _such_ detail about how radiation-proof we are."
"I can"t believe it. n.o.body will."
"Not back home. Communication with Earth is so spa.r.s.e and garbled. The public will only know there was an accident; who"ll give a hoot about the details? We couldn"t even prove anything in an asteroid court. The Navy would say, "Cla.s.sified information!" and that"d stop the proceedings cold. Sure, there"ll be a board of inquiry--composed of naval officers. Probably honorable men, too. But what are they going to believe, the sworn word of their G.o.ddard House colleague, or the rantings of an asterite b.u.m?"
"Mike, I know this is terrible for you, but you"ve let it go to your head." Ellen laid a hand over his. "Suppose the worst happens. You"ll be compensated for your loss."
"Yeah. To the extent of our personal investment. The Bank of Ceres still has nearly all the money that was put in. We didn"t figure to have them paid off for another ten years. They, or their insurance carrier, will get the indemnity. And after our fiasco, they won"t make us a new loan. They were just barely talked into it, the first time around. I daresay Systemic Developments will make them a nice juicy offer to take this job over."
Ellen colored. She stamped her foot. "You"re talking like a paranoiac.
Do you really believe the government of North America would send a battleship clear out here to do you dirt?"
"Not the whole government. A few men in the right positions is all that"s necessary. I don"t know if Hulse was bribed or talked into this. But probably he agreed as a duty. He"s the prim type."
"A duty--to destroy a North American business?"
Chung finished at the intercom in time to answer: "Not permanent physical destruction, Miss Ziska. As Mike suggested, some corporation will doubtless inherit the Sword and repair the damage. But a private, purely asterite business ... yes, I"m afraid Mike"s right. We are the target."
"In mercy"s name, why?"
"From the highest motives, of course," Chung sneered bitterly. "You know what the Social Justice Party thinks of private capitalism.
What"s more important, though, is that the Sword is the first Belt undertaking not tied to Mother Earth"s ap.r.o.n strings. We have no commitments to anybody back there. We can sell our output wherever we like. It"s notorious that the asterites are itching to build up their own self-sufficient industries. Quite apart from sentiment, we can make bigger profits in the Belt than back home, especially when you figure the cost of sending stuff in and out of Earth"s gravitational well. So certainly we"d be doing most of our business out here.
"Our charter can"t simply be revoked. First a good many laws would have to be revised, and that"s politically impossible. There is still a lot of individualist sentiment in North America, as witness the fact that businesses do get launched and that the Essjays did have a hard campaign to get elected. What the new government wants is something like the Eighteenth Century English policy toward America.
Keep the colonies as a source of raw materials and as a market for manufactured goods, but don"t let them develop a domestic industry.
You can"t come right out and say that, but you can let the situation develop naturally.
"Only ... here the Sword is, obviously bound to grow rich and expand in every direction. If we"re allowed to develop, to reinvest our profits, we"ll become the nucleus of independent asterite enterprise.
If, on the other hand, we"re wiped out by an unfortunate accident, there"s no nucleus; and a small change in the banking laws is all that"s needed to prevent others from getting started. Q.E.D."
"I daresay Hulse does think he"s doing his patriotic duty," said Blades. "He wants to guarantee North America our natural resources--in the long run, maybe, our allegiance. If he has to commit sabotage, too bad, but it won"t cost him any sleep."
"No!" Ellen almost screamed.
Chung sagged in his chair. "We"re very neatly trapped," he said like an old man. "I don"t see any way out. Think you can get to work now, Mike? You can a.s.sign group leaders for the evacuation--"