Boris"s smile stopped him. "Not Ponce"s. He consistently wins large sums of credit betting. Shimaz may provide for whatever he might lack-if we do indeed establish links between the two criminals-via his relatives. There is also the connection between Shimaz and Ludmilla Barchenka. He was involved in the Padrugoi construction, you know. I don"t know how friendly they were. Be that as it may, the connection between Ponce and the prince was firmly established during their trial."
"But technically-"
"Technically," Boris continued, ignoring Watari"s interruption, "Ponce was a good enough technician to rig his own special effects. He has also, we noted from Station files, been accessing a variety of educational texts." Boris"s grin was ironic. "From the t.i.tles, he has been keeping up to date." The LEO Commissioner held up his hand to forestall any response from Watari. "It is a facet of the penal code that a prisoner may have access to uncla.s.sified study materials to promote his rehabilitation."
"Shimaz has no such access nor demanded any."
Boris nodded. "He was accustomed to employing experts to advise him. There is a very active group on Earth that insists no man, or woman, is beyond rehabilitation."
Watari struggled not to comment on that point. He had to cope with the prison facility that sequestered those who were psychologically unable, or unlikely to accept rehabilitation.
"Your difficulties are appreciated, Colonel," Dirk Coetzer said. "Major Cyberal, as the executive officer of that facility, can you add anything that might link the two men?"
"The guards are, of course, all military. They are rotated frequently to avoid fraternization with the prisoners," Cyberal said in a wry tone. "Of course, in Shimaz"s case that is unlikely since he is thoroughly despised and treated completely by the book." This appeared to be an instance when Cyberal agreed with "the book." "It is, however, quite possible that we have overlooked the power Shimaz can exert on his relatives or those who work for them."
"Really, Major," Watari started to protest.
"I have mentioned it in my reports," Colonel Cyberal said in an aside. "I have also had additional surveillance put on those who might be bribed or coerced. I have no recent," recent," he stressed the word, "report of any incident." he stressed the word, "report of any incident."
"It wouldn"t necessarily be "recent," " Boris said.
"I"ll send you all relevant files in a secured blip, sir," the major said, and swung his chair to the second console.
"Include everything since Shimaz was transferred to the First Base High Security Facility at Ocea.n.u.s Procellarum," Boris said at his most formal and forbidding.
"Yes, sir."
Admiral Coetzer spoke into the silence. "Then the Limo will begin its return to Padrugoi by Friday morning?"
"Yes, Admiral," Watari said.
"With pa.s.sengers?"
A flicker of relief crossed Watari"s face.
"Who will have been monitored by me," Johnny Greene said, straightening from doodling on the paper in front of him.
Watari shot him a look.
"Oh," and Johnny raised a hand, "discreetly, Colonel. Discreetly. While it is generally known that I teleport, it is not known that I "path as well." He shifted in his chair, watching Watari before he added mendaciously, "Of course, I generally need to have established some sort of tactile contact to do so. In view of the problem we experienced on the way out, oblige me in this and give me a list of those who are scheduled to be on whichever Limo is used for the return trip."
"Of course," Watari replied with a brisk nod of his head. "If I might suggest it, Admiral," and he continued when Coetzer gestured for him to continue, "the tightest security at Padrugoi might be advisable."
"Already in effect," Coetzer said blandly.
"I have a legitimate excuse to remain onstation," Boris said, his eyes glancing from Rhyssa to Dorotea. "I will do so, with your permission, Admiral."
"Granted."
"I am rea.s.sured," Dorotea said sardonically. She gave a sigh. "It is too bad that the punishment does not fit the crime, isn"t it, Colonel Watari?"
"Doro-te-a!" Rhyssa exclaimed, knowing exactly what her old friend and mentor meant.
Well, it would befitting and relieve the colonel no end.
Boris caught the inference and regarded the silver-haired elderly Talent with a mildly reproving glance. "The World Government does not sanction either capital punishment for offenses or unusual and inhumane restraints, Dorotea Horvath."
"And that speaks well of the current level of humanity," Dorotea agreed wholeheartedly. "Except," she added in a very low voice, "for one or two I could name."
"A long file is coming through on the secured channel," Dash Sakai said from his place at the conference room console.
"My thanks, Major," Boris said, and rose. "Bindra!" He motioned to the Padrugoi security officer who had remained silent in the background during the conference. "If you will take charge of that and initiate a review, I shall return to your office shortly." Now he turned to Coetzer. "That satisfies my immediate requirements, Admiral."
"Mine, too. Ladies?" and Dirk gestured to Rhyssa and Dorotea.
Though there were many questions Rhyssa wished to ask Peter about his phenomenal telepathic range, this was not the time. The rogue had the audacity to grin at her as if he completely understood her dilemma. Which, considering his sudden spurt of Talent growth, he probably did.
"I"ll see you when I see you then, Peter. Johnny, Colonel, Major." Rhyssa rose.
Dorotea was on her feet, too. "I"d best rescue that nice yeoman from Amariyah. Be sure Peter eats enough up there, John."
"Oh, I will, Dorotea," Johnny said. He and the others had risen as well, out of polite habit even though the women were not in their immediate presence.
Watari leaned forward, fingers raised, and Cyberal broke the connection.
12.
In the colonel"s office on First Base, Peter sat down again, elbows on the armrests and fingers lightly linked. He chuckled to himself at the memory of Rhyssa"s stunned expression when he"d contacted her telepathically. He hadn"t really been sure that he could "path that lonely long distance to Padrugoi. Though why an ephemeral thought would be harder to send than a solid ma.s.s escaped him.
What"s funny, Pete? Johnny asked, and for all the general"s ready humor and whimsical view of life, his present mood was quite serious. Johnny asked, and for all the general"s ready humor and whimsical view of life, his present mood was quite serious.
Merely Dorotea"s remark about punishment fitting the crime.
Oh? That coc.o.o.n thing you were stuck in?
Peter nodded.
"Watari, is that pa.s.senger list ready?" Johnny asked, holding his hand out. I"ll tell you one thing: Watari would love to have that bundle of depraved corruption totally immobilized. It"s a wonder he hasn"t fallen into a fault or run out of air. I"ll tell you one thing: Watari would love to have that bundle of depraved corruption totally immobilized. It"s a wonder he hasn"t fallen into a fault or run out of air.
There aren"t faults near First Base on Ocea.n.u.s Procellarum. And according to what Vin Cyberal has told me, he"s not allowed outside, Lance said, Lance said, though there are many who wouldn"t think twice about pushing him naked out of an airlock. though there are many who wouldn"t think twice about pushing him naked out of an airlock.
Lance rose from his chair. "Pete, time for some tucker? I heard what Dorotea said. I"m not having her fault me. If you"ll excuse us, Watari?"
Peter grinned, sneaking a glance at Vin Cyberal.
"Yes, yes, of course," and Watari was busy at his console. "You"re dismissed, Major."
Peter rolled his eyes.
He"s really worried, Pete, after Boris"s little sermon, Johnny said. Johnny said. I"d be along as point man if I didn"t have to clear up a few things here with Hiroga. It"s only another thirty-six hours and then we"ll be free as the birdies again. I"d be along as point man if I didn"t have to clear up a few things here with Hiroga. It"s only another thirty-six hours and then we"ll be free as the birdies again.
Outside the colonel"s office, Corporal Hinojosa awaited them, smiling as they emerged. She was such an anodyne to her colonel.
"I gotta get some food in this bottomless pit, Nina," Lance said, indicating Peter.
"I"ll catch you after lunch, Peter," Cyberal said. "Got something to look into." He walked swiftly into the main control area.
"I didn"t burn that many calories today, Lance," Peter said in mild objection.
Lance gave him a wide-eyed look. "You weren"t saving any either the way you were bounding about the hydroponics unit, the back acres of Clemens, and the main storage depot. That"s the best place for one telepad."
"Yes, it would be," Peter agreed absently. It had been great to know that Maree had had a tour of Padrugoi"s CELSS. If they were anything like the ones here at First Base, no wonder she had been all keyed up. Poor kid. She"d want to have a good yak with him when he got home. "Do I get to the observatory this afternoon?"
"Yes, sir, you do," the corporal replied as they boarded the elevator.
"I"m looking forward to that one," Peter said. He would have liked to have seen that facility earlier but had acquiesced to the tour that Watari had planned of the important important sites: the (correct) landing site; the main supply reception area; the parking fields; the sector where the containers of the REE, rare earth elements, that paid some of the costs of First Base were a.s.sembled; the emergency airlocks; and the secured holding area for sensitive deliveries. The table in Watari"s office was also available for small parcels. sites: the (correct) landing site; the main supply reception area; the parking fields; the sector where the containers of the REE, rare earth elements, that paid some of the costs of First Base were a.s.sembled; the emergency airlocks; and the secured holding area for sensitive deliveries. The table in Watari"s office was also available for small parcels.
The elevator doors parted and Nina gave a quick look back and forth before she stepped out and led Peter left, toward the officers" mess. She also looked inside the mess, her eyes darting about the room, before she allowed Peter past her.
It"ll be a b.l.o.o.d.y relief to get out of all this hypersurveillance, Peter remarked though he let nothing of his disgruntlement mar the smile he gave Nina as he pa.s.sed her. Peter remarked though he let nothing of his disgruntlement mar the smile he gave Nina as he pa.s.sed her.
As it was well past noon, there were only four in the facility, three female supply officers at one table and a male communications lieutenant at another. The mess sergeant himself took their orders, recommending the beef stew. By now Peter was aware, having seen those facilities, that First Base produced all its foodstuffs, fresh from hydroponic tanks or the protein vats. So far the sergeant"s recommendations had been spot-on so both he and Lance ordered it, plus green salads that would have been picked that morning from the tanks.
"Just what did Dorotea mean by "punishment fit the crime," Pete?" Lance asked. "She had a gleam in her eye that boded no good. Oops, sorry, lad. Caught that flicker."
"It"s all right, Lance. It isn"t generally known that Shimaz abducted Tirla and me."
Lance"s expression echoed the shock in his mind. The capture and conviction of a royal Malaysian Prince for child abuse and organ farming had been well publicized. But not how the criminals had been apprehended.
"We were nabbed just as we came out of the Old-Fashioned Palace of Gastronomical Delights," and Peter grinned wryly. "Ga.s.sed and then incarcerated in foam coc.o.o.ns so we"d have no tactile contact. Not even with our own bodies. A lack of sensation didn"t affect me but it sure terrified the little kids. Tirla got angry enough to "path-first time she"d done that-to Dorotea and she broke herself free."
"The coc.o.o.n wouldn"t have stopped you long," Lance said loyally.
"The anesthetic did," Peter said with a grimace. "I have bad reactions to drugs. It was Tirla who got moving, got me out, and found out where we were so we could tell the Center. Tirla managed to read enough of their aircraft IDs so that Boris could check who they belonged to." Peter paused. "One was Flimflam"s, the other registered to the Malaysian amba.s.sador." Peter let out a long breath before adding, "It was Tirla they beat up. I pa.s.sed out."
"All the kids were released?" Lance asked.
Peter nodded. "And that whole ring was busted wide open."
"With Flimflam on Padrugoi and Shimaz here." Lance shook his head at the irony. "Crazy universe, isn"t it?"
The mess sergeant arrived with the individual stew pots and the salads.
Suddenly, remembering what Boris had said about Flimflam cooperating with Shimaz"s relatives, Peter sniffed cautiously at the savory steam rising from his meal. Was it just his imagination or were his guts aching?
Shall I be taster as well, Pete? Lance asked. Lance asked.
G.o.d! I"m getting paranoid.
A little of that is usually called "caution," Lance replied. Lance replied. Mine tastes fine, full of capsic.u.ms, but that"s the way I like it. Mine tastes fine, full of capsic.u.ms, but that"s the way I like it.
Some stew juice spilled on the table as Lance "ported it out of Peter"s dish.
Clumsy, Peter chided though he was quite happy to allow Lance the honor. Peter chided though he was quite happy to allow Lance the honor.
Hmmm. I"ve saved myself from some weird dysenterious episodes with my taste buds. Same as mine and absolutely no aftertaste. Eat! "However," Lance went on aloud, "it"s another area to consider." "However," Lance went on aloud, "it"s another area to consider." Poisoning is always possible, but it"s the contract cooks on duty right now and I don"t think they"re likely suspects. Poisoning is always possible, but it"s the contract cooks on duty right now and I don"t think they"re likely suspects.
Peter ate hungrily and had two big bowls of the fruit that was on the dessert menu. That seemed to quiet the unusual inner restlessness.
Are you coming back with us, Lance? he asked as he spooned up the last of the juice. he asked as he spooned up the last of the juice.
Naw. Got another month on this contract. Lance preferred shortterm contracts and time back at Adelaide. Lance preferred shortterm contracts and time back at Adelaide.
Did me being here disrupt your schedule?
Not at all, Pete. Lance"s smile was broad. Lance"s smile was broad. Gave me a nice break from some of the tedious stuff. Gave me a nice break from some of the tedious stuff.
Tell me, can you "a.s.semble" elements at a distance?
Lord no, Pete. That"s your bailiwick, Lance said without a trace of resentment. Lance said without a trace of resentment.
Why? Peter pressed against Lance"s touch. Peter pressed against Lance"s touch.
Lance shrugged without a touch of rancor. Because it just is. I see things differently, I guess. Because it just is. I see things differently, I guess.
Peter accepted that with a little smile. See things differently? Okay, Lance. See things differently? Okay, Lance. "Well, here"s Major Cyberal to take me walkabout," Peter added. "Well, here"s Major Cyberal to take me walkabout," Peter added.
Alvin Cyberal had been his guide, with the corporal shadowing them, to all the points he wanted to see. Johnny usually accompanied them, fascinated by the facilities on First Base, exchanging information with Cyberal on posts where they had both served or visited. Peter did not reveal, or hint even to Johnny, what he now realized: that he could have "ported accurately on the basis of a clear visual aid. But he"d only known that that after he"d landed, the Limo between the two historic NASA markers, using a photo as his guide. A high-resolution image that he could after he"d landed, the Limo between the two historic NASA markers, using a photo as his guide. A high-resolution image that he could see. see. Of course, many of the security points he"d been taken to on First Base were not rendered in visuals, for security reasons. Having seen them, Peter could now "port to them. Once seen, never forgotten, a facet of the telekinetic mind. Being Of course, many of the security points he"d been taken to on First Base were not rendered in visuals, for security reasons. Having seen them, Peter could now "port to them. Once seen, never forgotten, a facet of the telekinetic mind. Being here, here, at First Base, visiting sections that other civilians would have been denied, was a personal triumph for Peter, though he was responsible enough to have wished the flight had been troublefree. Of course, if that had been the case, he might never have had such a remarkable insight. at First Base, visiting sections that other civilians would have been denied, was a personal triumph for Peter, though he was responsible enough to have wished the flight had been troublefree. Of course, if that had been the case, he might never have had such a remarkable insight.
Peter was delighted to be going to the observatory, especially with Cyberal, who had mentioned an interest in astronomy.
"Installing a telescope on the nearside wasn"t very smart but the early bureaucracy made some pretty stupid errors here that we"re still trying to correct," Vin said. "You may have read about the panic early this century about possibly harmful asteroids, PHAs, and near earth objects, NEOs." Peter nodded since those had been mentioned in his astronomy course. "A prime reason for a lunar base was to track them. Still is. Only now First Base has access to the Farside s.p.a.ce Telescopes.
"Dr. Pienarr"s ambition is three Darwin-type installations on the Moon," Vin continued as they walked down the corridor to the astronomy wing on the back of Akahiro Block, "set at three different positions-to have complete observation." He made a broad gesture with one arm, grinning at Peter for such ambition. "Actually, the first is started, dug into the top of Mount Hawking in the Poincare Crater range on the farside and accessed by video links from here. Mean while he has a director"s use of the Farside scopes, so the old one-a Schmidt-Ca.s.segrain catadioptric-is used more for instruction and tracking the NEOs and PHAs. However, we"re supposed to be looking for a place where you can safely put packages for the doctor."
"So am I," Peter replied. He was impressed that he"d be seeing the facility that had linked with the telescope that had discovered the M-5 planet in Altair, over sixteen light-years away, the ultimate destination of the Andre Norton. Andre Norton. He didn"t need to look that far, not even beyond this system, to find where he"d have to stand to use his Talent to get colony ships quickly and safely to new worlds. He didn"t need to look that far, not even beyond this system, to find where he"d have to stand to use his Talent to get colony ships quickly and safely to new worlds.
He chided himself for having such a vaulting ambition. Rather grandiose of you, isn"t it, Peter? Certainly it"s a challenge. But he"d met others, hadn"t he? And succeeded? You only need to stumble once, he reminded himself sternly. But that didn"t mean he shouldn"t TRY, did it?
"You"ve met Captain Opitz and Dr. Pienarr before, haven"t you, Peter?" Alvin Cyberal was saying.
The corporal took her usual stance before the main door to the astronomy office. There was a foyer to the actual works.p.a.ce and the telescope that was housed in a dome beyond, with the control station and an access airlock for any more radical adjustments and repairs required. These would have to be done in a s.p.a.ce suit, so the more delicate manipulations were all handled inside. On the walls of the foyer were prints of views pertinent to First Base, including an old mural of the crew of the Apollo 12 and one of the Surveyor-type s.p.a.cecraft. Cyberal pointed to the left of the main entrance, to the wall covered by a huge aerial shot.