Chapter Sixteen.
"We"re losing power," Scanner said.
A chorus of voices was raised in immediate and shocked question. In reply, Scanner shook his head and pointed to the readouts on the heads-up holodisplay. "One of Lepto"s shotgun blasts. This thing"s diagnostics show that we"re losing fuel-a ruptured line."
"Can we fix it?" Sandoz asked. "Not without landing. Maybe not even then. I"ve got a confounder blasting their radar and doppler, but I don"t think we want to put down within a hundred klicks of the prison. They can still field dins and hounds, and they have other transports. We can"t hide our heat shadow." "s.h.i.t," Chameleon commented. He had shifted back from his Stark impersonation to what Maro a.s.sumed was his normal appearance, if indeed he had any.
"How long can we fly?" Maro asked.
Scanner shrugged. "If we keep our speed low and stay low, out of turbulence, maybe a couple of hours."
"How far?" Raze asked.
"Three, four hundred kilometers."
"That puts us six hundred short of the mining port," Berque said bitterly. "We"re
dead."
"Maybe," Maro said.
Berque stared at Maro as if he had just sprouted tentacles and green fur. "
"Maybe"? How the h.e.l.l are we supposed to get through six hundred kilometers of some of the deadliest animal and plant life in the whole f.u.c.king galaxy? Walk?" "Unless you"ve got a better idea."
Berque looked at the others. "Yeah, I have a better idea! We go back! So we have to do some time in the hole, that"s better than dying! Stark isn"t so bad-" Raze was covering the shattered window with a seat cushion. She easily twisted a thick piece of metal frame out of the way so it could fit, jammed it into place, then turned and smiled at Berque. "Shut up," she said softly.
Berque shut up.
To Maro, Raze said, "Can we make it on foot?"
Maro said, "Scanner has the map."
Scanner tapped his head and grinned. "Right in here."
Maro looked at the others. "Anybody else want to go back? It"s true that we
might die on the surface. It"s a risk."
Chameleon shook his head; Juete hers; Sandoz only grinned. Maro said, "Scanner?"
"I"m with you."
Maro nodded. "Okay, we go. You can stay with the flitter when we put down if
you want, Berque. I expect they"ll find you quickly enough."
Berque licked his lips. "Ah, maybe I"d better stay with you."
Maro turned back to Scanner. "Okay, see how long you can keep this crippled
bird up."
"Copy that."
Slowly, the wounded flitter flew on through the night.
Stark was filled with both rage and fear. He held himself as calmly as he could as he listened to the reports pouring from all over the prison.
"Lepto is dead, shot..."
"Your personal flitter is gone, but we"ve got positive indications of a fuel leak..."
"Radar is showing funny signals, and doppler is worse..."
"The main transceiver is down, and we don"t know why..."
"Enough," Stark said. "Put cycles in the air, standard search grid. They"ve got some kind of jammer-triangulate on the interference. I want ground cars out, headed toward Omega City and the mines. Start up the infrared. Put a hound on the flitter"s fuel."
A guard appeared on the flatscreen monitor. "What about a messenger to the city? Cut "em off on the other end."
"No. We take care of our own problems here. Discom."
Stark severed the com link, then stood and paced to the window. The last thing
he wanted to do was let anybody in the city know about the escape. That would be all Karnaaj would need, some indication of inept.i.tude. As it stood, so long as the radio was out, n.o.body would be running any shuttles to the Cage from Omega City. That would keep Karnaaj off his back for a couple of days. Of course, they would eventually send a messenger out to see what was going on, but Stark could put a hold on him too, in the interests of prison security. A few days was all he needed; by then he"d have the escapees back.
"Computer, list the prisoners missing from their cells."
Obediently, the computer lit with the names. Eight of them, he saw, counting the one Lepto got at the M&T yard.
And Juete.
Their escape didn"t frighten him; what did was the worry that by the time his men got to them, there might not be much left of those seven fools who had hopped the wall. Omega was as dangerous as an Earth-cla.s.s planet could be, even to people armed with state-of-the-art technology. If their ship was damaged, they would have to land, and for a handful of ill-equipped prisoners on foot, Omega would provide a fast grave.
He didn"t need that. He had to save Juete. The b.i.t.c.h! How could she have done this to him? Hadn"t he done everything for her? She"d be sorry when he caught her.
And Maro. If Kamaaj was p.i.s.sed about being kept away for a few days, it would be nothing compared to what he would feel if Maro died a hundred klicks away from the Cage. No, he had to get them back, and fast.
If worse came to worse, there was the Juggernaut. He didn"t want to use it unless he had to-it was his final ace, and once it was played there would be h.e.l.l to pay. He was not supposed to have the thing. Aside from being paid for out of stolen funds, he had bought the military machine from black market sources. The Confed would burn his shadow into a wall if they found out about the Juggernaut.
Still, it was there if he had to use it, and the thought gave him some comfort, however small.
Far better, however, that his men should catch up to the escapees on their own. And quickly.
Juete turned away from the other pa.s.sengers in the flitter to stare through the polarized window at the desolate landscape. The dawn spread its reddish glow over the terrain, illuminating a vast expanse of desert. Far to the south and below them, she thought she saw a dragonbat gliding.
She tried to maintain her calm. Long ago, the albino Exotics had discovered that becoming excited only made them more desirable; it stirred hormones and sent out potent signals. Already she could feel the l.u.s.t focusing upon her from the others in the confines of the small craft. Berque was the most open about it, but it also came in various degrees from all the others, even Dain.
Given the circ.u.mstances, it was impossible to meditate, to achieve that single-pointedness that helped to cool her normal pheromonic heat; still, watching the sand and scrub pa.s.s close beneath her helped somewhat.
Berque moved to stand next to her seat. He rubbed his palms against his coveralls, leaving damp sweat tracks. "Hey, what say you and I go in the back for a few minutes?"
She turned to look up at him. "No."
"Come on." His voice was hoa.r.s.e. "You"re an Exotic, you like it."
"I choose my partners."
"What"s wrong with me?"
"Have you got a few hours for a basic list?"
"Berque." The summons came from Maro, who turned from where he squatted next to Scanner. The fat man glanced at the smuggler. "Yeah?"
"Go sit down." His voice was flat, yet somehow frightening.
For a beat, it looked as if Berque might protest. Whatever he thought, however, he kept to himself, turned and moved back to his seat.
Juete smiled at Maro, who nodded slightly and returned to whatever he and Scanner had been discussing. The albino woman leaned back against her seat and stared through the window. The thought of being with Dain made her heart begin to race, and she didn"t want to start producing chemical signals that might excite the others. The trick was to keep those who wanted her from becoming so possessive that they would be willing to kill to keep her. Or even to kill her to keep others from having her. Berque was disgusting, but she had been with worse and survived. If he had a weapon, she would do as he wished, to keep him from killing her or the others.
Fortunately, he was not in charge. It was always a value decision, and s.e.x per se was not worth much to her compared to respect, compared to love. Now that she had that, she could be choosier.
The flitter seemed to cough. It bucked once, slowed, then picked up speed again. Juete looked at Scanner.
Without looking away from the bug-streaked windscreen, Scanner said, "We"ve got about twenty minutes of fuel left. I"m going to look for a place to land."
Outside, the desert came to an end. Just beyond stood a small range of hills, and past that a deep, wide creva.s.se split the ground, running toward the horizon until it disappeared into a thin line. Scanner found a pa.s.sage through the hills without climbing. Once they pa.s.sed over the creva.s.se the terrain changed abruptly, turning, as if by some mad terraformer"s design, into a swamp. Tall trees reared up from boggy ground and large patches of sc.u.mmy water were broken up by clumps of vegetation in a dozen shades of green.
"I can"t understand how the geology of this place functions," she heard Dain mutter to Scanner. The circuit-rider replied. "Neither does anyone else. They think it has to do with some planetary engineering conducted by the Zonn."
For another fifteen minutes they cruised at just above treetop height over the swamp. Then the flitter started to cough again, sputtering and shuddering this time.
"I don"t want to cut it too close," Scanner said. "There"s a clear patch just ahead that"s big enough to set down in but not so big as to be real obvious to a search from the air. "Strap in."
Juete pulled her seat harness tight and locked the plastic snaps together. Dain moved down the aisle and sat next to her. He put his own harness on, then caught her hand in his own, squeezing it lightly. She smiled nervously at him.
"It"ll be okay," he said.
"I know. Thank you."
Scanner did a slick job putting the flitter down. The engines cut out again when they had almost landed, perhaps a meter up, and the craft hit the boggy ground solidly, but not hard enough to do more than jar everybody.
"Welcome to the scenic Omega wetlands," Scanner said. "Please keep off the gra.s.s and do not feed the animals."
"Funny," Chameleon said. "You should be on the vids."
Maro stood. "Okay, we need to gather whatever supplies this thing has and get moving."
Raze stood in a finely tuned athletic motion. "Should we cover the flitter with branches or something?"
Scanner laughed. "If they get close enough to see the ship, they"ll pick up the heat shadow on their scopes. Might as well save ourselves some work. Besides, who cares if they find the flitter? They won"t know which way we went."
"They"ll know where we started," Sandoz said. "They"ll grid from here."
"Why don"t we blow it up?" Berque said.
"And leave a nice bright beacon leading to us?" Sandoz replied. "No. Maro is right. Let"s just get the h.e.l.l out of here."
Maro had already moved to the supply locker, which he opened. Not too bad. There was an emergency radio transceiver, a week"s worth of concentrates for three people, an electromagnetic compa.s.s/line-of-sight distance laser, a four-shot flare pistol with a dozen signal flares, three bottles of water and a blister pack of purification tabs; a first-aid kit, three blankets and three bottles of insect repellent, and a fat tube of sunblock cream. All of it would fit neatly into two back packs, which had been thoughtfully included. It could be far worse. Pity there were no weapons save for the flare gun-but it was better than nothing. Maro stuck it in his pocket, along with the extra flares, and began to load the other supplies into the packs.
"Heysoo, it"s hot already out there!" That from Chameleon, who stood in the doorway as the hatch gulled upward. "Makes the Cage seem air conditioned!"
"Get used to it," Scanner said. "This swamp goes on for at least another thirty klicks in any direction you pick."
"Great," Chameleon replied. "I wonder if I can turn into a lizard?"
"How would we know if you did?" Raze said, smiling.
"Oh, funny. You and Scanner, you should form a comedy team. Beauty and the beast, and you can pick which is which."
Maro tossed the sunblock to Juete and one of the bottles of insect repellant to Sandoz. "Let"s move, people. Coat up with bug cream. There"s lots of shade, but we won"t be able to hide from the insects like we can the sunshine." He shouldered one of the packs and handed the other to Raze. He smiled at Juete, who was rubbing the sunblock onto her skin with practiced motions, and then walked to the door. He stepped out into the hard shade of the tropical swamp, and the heat fell on him like a wet sheet. The air was alive with the hum of insects, and a slight breeze carried more damp heat and the stench of rotting vegetation.