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"You survived capture, slavery, prison, all the disasters. And you survived this life below the city. Now you can end it. End the hiding, end the fear. End the suffering, your own and others."
They stirred. She could feel their need for her to be right, their need for her to be strong for them. Give them time and they"d revert, but she had this instant.
"Come on," she said. "Show me what you"ve got. Right now."
Slowly, they stood, eyeing her and each other with hope that was clearly unfamiliar.
"Any weapons? We"ve got this." She pulled out the snub-nosed weapon Aygar had taken from the first row. "How many are you, altogether?"
They had weapons, but not many and most, they explained, were carried by their roving scouts. Nor did they have an accurate count of their own numbers. Twenty here, a dozen there, stray couples and individuals, a large band whose territory they overlapped in one direction, and a scattering of bands in another. They had specialists, of a sort. Some were best at milking the ma.s.s-service food processors without detection and some had a knack for tapping into the datalinks.
"Good," Sa.s.sinak said. "Where"s this G.o.dlike Par-chandri you say is running the backscenes on Fed-Centrair "You"re not going after him" Coris"s shock was mirrored on every face. "There"ll be guards-troops-we can"t do that! It"s like starting a war."
"Coris, this became a war the second a warrior dropped into it. Me. I"m fighting a war. War means strategy, tactics, victory conditions." She tapped these off on her fingers. "You people can squat here and get wiped out as the enemy chases me or you can be my troops and have a chance. I don"t promise more than that. But if we win, you won"t have to live down here, eating tasteless mush and drinking bilgewater. It"ll be your world again. Your lives! Your freedom!"
The big-framed man she"d noticed before shrugged and came up beside Coris. "Might"s well, Coris. They"ll .
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be after her, after us. Using gas again, most likely. I"m with her."
"And me!"
More than one of the others; Coris gave a quick side-to-side glance, shrugged, and grinned.
"I should"ve slit you back up there," he said, jerking his chin in what Sa.s.sinak a.s.sumed was the right direction.
Aygar growled, but Sa.s.sinak waved him to silence. "You"re right, Coris. If you"re going to take out a threat, do it right away. Next time you"ll know."
You cant wage war without a plan, one of the Command & Staff instructors had insisted. But you can lose with one. Sa.s.sinak found this no help at all as she chivvied her ragged troops through the tunnels to the boundary of their territory. She had no plan but survival, and she knew it was not enough. Find the Parchandri and . . . And what? Her fingers ached to fasten around his throat and force the truth testimony out of him. Would that do any good? They didn"t really need it, not for Tanegli"s trial. Even if she didn"t make it back, even if Aygar didn"t, there was evidence enough to convict the old heavyworlder. As for the status of Ireta, she doubted any non-Thek court would dare to question the Thek ruling she"d received which was already in official files.
Official files to which a powerful Parchandri might gain access. She almost stumbled, thinking that. Was nothing safe? She glanced around at her new fighting companions and mentally shook her head. Not these people, who were about as far from Fleet marines as she could imagine. Give them credit for having lived so long. But would they hold up in real combat?
Ahead, a quick exchange of whistled signals. The group slowed, flattened against the tunnel walls. Sa.s.sinak wondered if the battle would begin now, but it turned out to be the territorial boundary She went forward with Coris to meet this second group To her surprise, "her" people were now holding themselves more like soldiers. They seemed to have purpose, and the others were visibly impressed.
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"What goes?" asked the second gang"s leader. He was her age or older, his broad faced heavily scarred. His eyes focussed somewhere past her ear, and a lot of his teeth were missing. So was one finger.
"Samizdat." The code answer.
"Whose friend?"
"Fleur"s. And Coris"s."
"Heh. You"d better be Fleur"s friend. We"ll check that. You have a name, Fleur"s friend?"
"Sa.s.sinak."
His eyes widened. "She"s got a call out for you. Fleur and the cops both. What you done, eh?"
"Not everything you"ve heard, and some things you haven"t. You have a name?"
He grinned at that, but quickly sobered. "I"m Kelgar. Ever*body knows me. Twice bitten, most shy. Twice lucky, to be free from slavers twice." He paused, and she nodded. What could she say to someone like that, but acknowledge bad experience shared. "Come! We"ll see what she says."
"She"s down here?"
"She goes slumming sometimes, though she doesn"t call it that. "Sides, where she is, is pretty near topside, over "cross a ways, through two more territories. We don"t fight, eh?" That was thrown back to Coris, who flung out his open hand.
"We good children," he said.
"Like always," said Kelgar. "For all the flamin" good it does."
He led the way this time and Sa.s.sinak followed with Coris"s group. She could tell that Kelgar had more snakes in his attic than were strictly healthy, but if paranoid he was smart paranoid. They saw no patrols while pa.s.sing through his territory, and into the next. There she met another gangleader, this one a whip-thin woman who went dead-white at the sight of Sa.s.sinak"s face. A Fleet deserter? Her gang had the edge of almost military discipline, and after that first shocked reaction, the woman handled them with crisp efficiency. Definitely military, probably Fleet. Rare to lose one that .
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good. Sa.s.sinak couldn"t help wondering what had happened, but she knew she"d get no answers if she asked.
They pa.s.sed another boundary and Sa.s.sinak found herself being introduced to yet another leader. Black hair, dark eyes, brownish skin, and the facial features she thought of as Chinese. Most of his followers looked much the same, and she caught some angry glances at Aygar. All she didn"t need was racial trouble; she hoped this leader had control of his people.
"Sa.s.sinak ..." the man said slowly. "You had an ancestress Lunzie?" This was something new. How would he know? Sa.s.sinak nodded. The man went on, "I believe we are distantly related."
"I doubt it," Sa.s.sinak said warily. What was this about?
"Let me explain," he said, as if they had settled down in a club with all afternoon to chat. "Your grandfather Dougal was Fleet, as you are, and he married into a merchanter family . . . but Chinese. Quite against the custom of both his people and hers. He never told his family about the marriage, and she eventually left him to return to her family, with her daughters. His son they liked less, and when he married your mother and decided to join a new colony, it seemed the best solution for everyone. But your grandmother"s family kept track of your father, of course, and when I was a child I learned your name, and that of your siblings, in family prayers."
"They . . . knew about us?"
"Yes, of course. When your colony was raided, your grandmother"s ship was hung with white flags. When they heard you had survived ..."
"But how could they?"
"You were honor graduate in the Academy. Surely you realized that an orphan rising to honor graduate would be featured in news programs."
"I never thought." She might have, if Abe"s death had not come on the heels of that triumph, and her grief filled every moment until her first posting.
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they searched the databases, found your original ID. They a.s.sumed you had done the same, and would make contact if and when you chose." He shrugged, and smiled at her. "It has nothing to do with your purpose here, but I thought you might like to know, since circ.u.mstances brought us together."
If she had a later. "I ... see." She had no idea what etiquette applied; clearly he expected something more from her than he would of another stranded Fleet officer. "I"m sorry. I don"t know what obligations I would have under your customs ..."
"You? It is our family that did not protect you. Our family that did not make sure you knew of us. What I am trying to say is that you have a claim on us, if you are not ashamed of the connection."
"I"m not ashamed." That much she could say honestly, with utter conviction. To have another segment of her family accept her brought her close to tears, but not with shame. "I"m . . . amazed, surprised, stunned. But not ashamed."
"Then, if it pleases you, we should go this way for you to meet Fleur again. She, too, was insistent that you must know about our family bond before you talked to her."
She tried to reorganize her thoughts as they went on. A family, at least her father"s side. Now, why had she always thought her mother was the connection to Lunzie? Chinese didn"t bother her. Why would it? And what land of family had Dougal had, that he hadn"t told them about his wife? Lunzie had said something about Bud-ing Fiona"s children stuffy. She tried to remember, as she usually tried to forget, her parents. They had both been dark-haired, and she did remember that her father had once kidded her mother about her "a.s.syrian" nose, whatever that meant.
Her relative, in whatever degree, led her to into a huge room in which great cylinders hissed softly at one another. Pipes as thick as her waist connected them, code-striped for hot and cold water, steam, gas. Something thrummed in the distance. A narrow door marked "Storage" opened into a surprisingly large chamber that .
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had evidently been used by the group for some time. Battered but comfortable chairs, stacks of pillows, strips of faded carpet. Sa.s.sinak wished she could collapse into the pillows and sleep for a day. But Fleur was waiting, as elegant as she had been in her own shop, in soft blues and lavendars, her silvery hair haloed around her head.
"Dear girl," she said, extending a hand with such elegance that Sa.s.sinak could not for a moment reply. "You look worn out. You know, you didn"t have to get in this amount of trouble just to talk to me again."
"I didn"t intend to. "
Sa.s.sinak took the chair she was offered. Her new-found relative grinned at her and shut the door. She and Fleur were alone. She eyed the older woman, not quite sure what she was looking for.
"I suppose you could say that things . . . took off." Sitting down, in a real chair, she could feel every tired muscle. She fought back a yawn.
"I"ll be as brief as I can." Fleur shifted a little in her seat and then stared at a s.p.a.ce on the floor between them. "In the hopes that we will have time later to fill in what I leave out now. " Sa.s.sinak nodded. "When Abe first met me, I had been captured, held hostage for my family"s behavior and finally sold into prost.i.tution." As a start, that got Sa.s.sinak"s attention. She sat bolt upright.
"My family were wealthy merchanters, rivals of the Paradens. Or so the Paradens thought. I"d been brought up to wealthy, luxury, society, probably spoiled rotten, though I didn"t know it. The perfect hostage, if you look at it that way." Another pause. Sa.s.sinak began to feel a growing horror, and the certainty that she knew what was coming. "We were taken," Fleur said, biting off each word. "Me and my husband. Supposedly, it was independent pirates. That"s what our families were told. But we knew, from the moment we were locked in the Paraden House security wing. I never knew the exact details, but I do know they asked for a ransom that neither my family nor his could have survived independently. His family ... his family paid And the Paradens 260.
sent him back, whole and healthy of body, but mind-wiped. They made me watch."
Sa.s.sinak drew in a shaky breath to speak, but Fleur shook her head.
"Let me finish, all at once. My family thought they had proof of the Paraden connection. They tried to bring them to justice in the courts. In the end, my family lost everything, in court costs and countersuit damages. My father died, of a stroke; my mother"s heart tailed; my brothers . . . well, one went to prison for a Vicious unprincipled a.s.sault* on the judge the Paradens had bribed so well. The other they had killed, just for insurance. And they sold me to a planet where none of my family had ever traded."
Sa.s.sinak"s eyes burned with tears for the young woman Fleur had been. Before she realized it, she"d moved over to grip her hands.
"Abe saved me," Fleur went on. "He came, like any other young man, but he saw . . . something. I don"t know. He used to kid me that whatever training my governness had given me couldn"t be hidden. So he asked questions, and I was wild enough to answer, for I"d just heard of my sister-in-law"s death. The Paradens took care to keep me informed. And he swore he would get me out, somehow. In less than a year, he had saved out my purchase price. How, on his salary, I"ll never know. He wanted to marry me but I knew Fleet was strict about ident.i.ty checks. I was terrified that the Paradens would find me again. So he helped me set up my first dress shop, and from there ..."
She waved her arm, and Sa.s.sinak thought of the years of grinding work it must have taken, to go from that first tiny shop to the fashionable designer.
"Eventually I designed for the best families, including of course the Paradens. None of my friends recognized me. I had gray hair, I looked older, and of course I took care to look like a dressmaker, not a customer.
"Abe and I stayed in contact, when we could. He was sure there had to be a way to bring the crime home to the Paradens, and started digging. That was really the beginning of Samizdat. I knew a few people. I helped .
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those I could. Pa.s.sed him information, when it came to me, and he pa.s.sed some back. We built up a network, on one planet after another. Then he was taken, and I thought ... I thought I"d never survive his loss. So I swore that if he came back alive, I"d marry him, if he still wanted me."
She patted Sa.s.sinak"s hands gently.
"And that"s where you came in. When he came back, he had you: an orphan, in shock from all that had happened. I heard through our nets that he was back. I came to Regg to talk to him. And he explained that until you were on your way, he dared not risk your future with any more disruption."
"But I wouldn"t have minded," Sa.s.sinak said. "How could he think I would?"
"I"m not sure, but we decided to wait, on marriage, that is, until after your graduation. And that, dear Sa.s.sinak, is what he wanted to tell you that night. I don"t know whether you noticed anything ..."
"I did! So-so you were his big secret."
"You sound almost disappointed."
"I"m not . . . but it hadn"t occurred to me. I thought perhaps he"d found out more about the planet pirates."
"He might have. But he"d decided to tell you about me on graduation night. If all had gone well, he"d have brought you to the hotel where I was staying. We"d have met, and you"d have been the witness at our wedding before you went off on your first cruise."
Like light pouring into a darkened house as shutter after shutter came off the windows, she had wondered so long, so darkly, about the secret of that night.
"Did you come to his funeral? I don"t remember any civilians at all."
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"I was frightened again. I thought it was the Paradens, that they"d found me, and killed Abe because of me. You didn"t need that and you didn"t know about me, you wouldn"t even have known why I was there. So I left. You can call it cowardice, if you like. I kept track of 262.
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your career, but I never could find the right time to try telling you ..."
Sa.s.sinak threw her arms around the older woman and hugged her as she cried.
"It"s all right," she vowed. "I"ll get the job done this time."
She could hear the steely edge in her voice herself. Fleur pulled away.
"Sa.s.s! You must not let it fill you with bitterness."
"But he deserved to get you!" Now she had tears in her eyes, too. "Abe deserved some pleasure. He worked so hard to save me ... and you, and others, and then they kitted him just when ..."
She had not cried for Abe since her few tears the night of his death. She had been the contained, controlled officer he would have wanted her to be. Now that old loss stabbed her again. Through her sobs she heard Fleur talking.
"If you turn bitter, you"ve let them win. Whether you kill them or not, that"s not the main thing. The main thing is to live as yourself; the self you can respect. Abe would not let me despair, the other kind of defeat, but he told me he worried that you might stay bitter."
"But they killed him. And my parents, and your family, and all the others ..."