The Ship Avenged

Chapter 15

"Is Central Worlds after your box of goodies?"

"Mmmm," Silken murmured. "Good question. They don"t know about it, no. But . . . I"m always watched and they like to ... discuss me with anyone I"ve spent time with." She sipped delicately. "You may be sure they"ll talk to you. Where, when and in what fashion I really couldn"t say. But I"d advise you to hide my beauties carefully. I shouldn"t like to have them fall into Central Worlds" hands."

Gah! Joat thought, Joat thought, this woman could say "I love you," and make it sound ominous. I wonder if she could go ten minutes without making a dire threat. this woman could say "I love you," and make it sound ominous. I wonder if she could go ten minutes without making a dire threat. It was all done very elegantly, but she suspected that after a couple of days in Silken"s company the impulse to smack her one would become overwhelming. It was all done very elegantly, but she suspected that after a couple of days in Silken"s company the impulse to smack her one would become overwhelming.

"This consignment is to be delivered to Nomik Ciery," Silken was saying. "His is a very important name on Rohan, so you should have no trouble finding him. I must insist that delivery be made within the next eight days. That is possible?"

"No problem," Joat a.s.sured her.



"Then I"ll leave you to your preparations," Silken said and rose. She held out her hand and Joat rose to take it. "It"s been a pleasure, and most interesting, doing business with you," she said, her sweet mouth lifted in a genuine smile. "I"ll look forward to seeing you on Rohan."

"In the deserts west of the Deathangel Mountains," Joseph said thoughtfully, looking at the hatch, "there are serpents of great beauty. The patterns of their scales are like living jewels. They also have," he went on, "venom of surpa.s.sing deadliness-a man they bite will be dead before his body strikes the ground."

Alvec nodded. "Yup. And if one of "em bit her, the snake snake would die." would die."

"The combination is as follows," Rand broke in.

Joat put the box down on the mess table and touched the sensitized plate in the order the AI indicated.

Nothing. "You "You sure sure you got that?" you got that?"

"I have a sensor directly behind the position Ms. Silken occupied," Rand said.

Did I write a subroutine with sulky sulky in it? in it? Joat wondered. She tried the combination again. Joat wondered. She tried the combination again.

"Subtle," Joseph said.

"It must be a bio-lock," Rand explained. "Responding only to her touch." It paused for a moment. "Some of the more sophisticated models will record whether anyone has attempted to open them."

"Oh, well," Joat said. "There"s subtle, and then there"s whatever works."

She stood, braced the box down on the table with her left hand, and twitched her right. The vibroknife keened, then screeched in a high electronic wail as she jammed it into the lock. Fire and sparks spurted out of the box, mixed with the scents of scorched metal, synthetic, and wood. Joat twitched her hand again, and the handle of the knife slid back into the sleeve of her overall.

"There" she said. she said.

Joseph whispered softly in his own language. Alvec swore.

"Why would she trust you with this? Especially after what happened with the datahedron. It don"t make sense." He rubbed his jaw and thick stubble grated.

"Smugglers, excuse me, freetraders freetraders are cautious to the point of paranoia. And she gives you this." are cautious to the point of paranoia. And she gives you this."

"The thing is," Joat said, shaking out a piece of cloth and carefully placing the rubies on it, "I don"t think Silken, Ciety and Co. think of us as regular smugglers. We"re not in that network, we don"t know people who are, and we don"t have any friends among "em." She took out an optical intensifier from her kit and clenched it in one eye, holding up a ruby and studying it.

Joseph leaned back and made his joined hands disappear inside the sleeves of his robe, a Bethelite gesture. "Joat, you describe to perfection someone who may be killed with impunity."

"Yup, once their brief usefulness is past."

"Cleared for takeoff."

"Launch," Joat said.

"Execute," Rand replied.

"And so as our ship sinks slowly in the west and the sun pulls away from the dock, we bid farewell to Schwartztarr, exotic land of smugglers, fences, weapons factories, and big furry animals with long, sharp teeth," Joat intoned.

The Wyal Wyal flung itself at the sky. Alvec leaned back and cracked his knuckles; Joat winced. flung itself at the sky. Alvec leaned back and cracked his knuckles; Joat winced. He knows I hate it when he does that. He knows I hate it when he does that.

"Boss," he said after a moment. "How the h.e.l.l h.e.l.l did you manage to sell laser tubes on Schwartztarr?" did you manage to sell laser tubes on Schwartztarr?"

Joat grinned. "Well, to a laser manufacturer who"d just gotten a big export order. Spared him the time it would take subcontractors to deliver the components, and it was a pre-tested shipment. Then I bought some electronic components and laser crystals."

Joseph frowned and worked out what he was going to say carefully. "Are laser crystals better than laser tubes?" he said slowly.

"Trust me," Joat said smugly. "In fact-"

"I"m detecting an approaching ship," Rand said. "It"s just entered Wyal"s Wyal"s sensor range." sensor range."

"Any special reason you mention it?" Joat asked.

"It"s a Central Worlds Navy ship," Rand said apologetically. "A customs corvette."

"Oh no," Alvec said and covered his eyes with one square hand. "Just what we needed. We"ve got a cargo of knocked-down weapons and we"re heading for Rohan Rohan and a customs gunboat stops us." and a customs gunboat stops us."

"Don"t be so guilty, Al," Joat said with a confident smile. She suppressed an impulse to rub her stomach, where lunch had turned to a cold, congealing lump. Schwartztarr food, Schwartztarr food, she told herself. It tended to the heavy, meat and potatoes and dumplings. she told herself. It tended to the heavy, meat and potatoes and dumplings.

Joseph came in looking sleepy.

"Rand woke me," he explained. "It says we are being approached by a customs corvette."

"Which hasn"t even hailed us, for cryin" out loud!" Joat snapped, "Rand!" in exasperation.

"Attention Merchanter Wyal, Wyal, registry number 776445X. This is Central Worlds Customs ship registry number 776445X. This is Central Worlds Customs ship Charger. Charger. Commander Chang-Yarimizu speaking. Please stand by to be boarded." Commander Chang-Yarimizu speaking. Please stand by to be boarded."

"Until now," she said, and sighed. "Oh, well, I guess I should be thankful it"s not a brainship anyway. Can you imagine what Simeon would say?"

CHAPTER NINE.

Bros Sperin sat hunched over his screen in the hidden security office of The Anvil.

"Police archive," he said to the machine. "Crossref, Ciety, Nomik, Ciety, Nomik, crossref, alias-" crossref, alias-"

There was always a hope of finding something useful on his quarry. He had a fairly complete dossier on Nomik Ciety, including the supposedly sealed files on his dreamdust detox with its sensitive psych counseling.

"Amazing how everything just happened to get wiped when Ciety was released," he muttered to himself.

The psych file really had had been sealed; physically disconnected from the system. Even the best worm program would have problems with that-although there was something still lurking in the far reaches of the net, waiting to pounce on any mention of Ciety"s name. been sealed; physically disconnected from the system. Even the best worm program would have problems with that-although there was something still lurking in the far reaches of the net, waiting to pounce on any mention of Ciety"s name.

Sperin smiled. He liked an agile opponent; it made the game more interesting. Ciety seemed to be agile enough to fool a prison shrink, certainly. He might have kicked the dust, but that just made him more efficient at his sociopathic games.

Outstanding warrants: The screen blinked live and began scrolling. Sperin"s eyebrows stretched skyward. This was just the new new stuff, the offenses since his release, supposedly "reformed." stuff, the offenses since his release, supposedly "reformed."

It was his first concentrated effort to gain a true picture of Nomik Ciety, the man and his methods, not just the haphazard files of those trying to catch the man.

From behind him one of the agents manning a security terminal made a strangled sound.

"Good grief!"

Bros turned: "What is it?"

The man gestured at the screen, speechless. Bros walked to the agent"s station and leaned over his shoulder to look into the monitor.

An extremely elderly Sondee had entered the bar.

To other species male and female Sondee looked exactly alike, so it was impossible to guess the oldsters gender. Though in the ultraviolet range the s.e.x difference between male and female Sondee was glaringly obvious.

The fact that most other species couldn"t appreciate this was unfortunate, the Sondee agreed, but they still found it appalling, embarra.s.sing, and gauche that anyone would ask such a personal and irrelevant question as What gender are you? What gender are you? Which they interpreted as being asked-essentially- Which they interpreted as being asked-essentially-What is the shape, color, and texture of your genitals?

To accommodate their androgynous appearance linguistically, individual Sondee were "et"; the term having been coined because "it" was deemed derogatory. The problem with that was that in most Sondee languages not not specifying an addressee"s gender was a gross insult. specifying an addressee"s gender was a gross insult.

Fortunately for everyone else"s peace of mind Sondee who dealt with other species on a regular basis were gracious enough to make an admission of gender part of their introduction.

The ancient Sondee standing just inside the doorway of The Anvil cupped ets withered hands protectively over the delicate whorled ridges that served as ears, and looked slowly around as though seeking someone.

Ets two main eyes, though bright and golden, seemed sunken in pale, loose flesh. The upper eyes, which saw into the ultraviolet ranges, were actually closed, as though their owner was too weary to deal with the extra layer of information they would provide. The small, suckerlike mouth was pinched closed, as though in disapproval. It would suddenly expand to gasp in air, then pinch closed again.

The Sendee slowly blinked. Then, with tottering steps, et began to struggle across the club towards the bar.

Clearly, no one in The Anvil had ever seen a Sondee of such antiquity. Conversations stopped and even the band faltered for a beat as everyone watched et pa.s.s.

Using the backs of chairs and the edges of tables to keep etself upright on the journey, the old Sondee nodded politely to the owner of the occasional shoulder et leaned on.

When at last et reached ets destination, the bartender was waiting to take the Sendees order. An unusual event in itself.

"Sakurian," the Sondee ordered in a voice like a creaking hinge.

Jaws dropped all around.

The Sondee were held to have the most beautiful voices in Central Worlds. Every one of them might have been a professional opera singer if it pleased them, and musically they"d easily overshadow most humans, however talented.

I don"t believe it, Sperin thought. Sperin thought. I I don"t believe that sound came from a Sondee throat-sac. don"t believe that sound came from a Sondee throat-sac. n.o.body who saw this was n.o.body who saw this was ever ever likely to forget it. likely to forget it.

"You were . . . expecting a Sondee?" the security op asked Bros tentatively. "Right?"

"Yes," Bros growled. "A male. But I thought they were sending a live one."

When the Sendee at last tottered in on the arm of the young woman Bros had sent to fetch et, et instantly reverted to bouncing youth. And before their fascinated eyes began peeling off wattles, warts, and ridges until, with a dramatic gesture, et stood before them, glue-splotched but handsome.

For a Sendee . . .

"Seg !T"sel," et announced in a rich and vibrant voice. "Male, of the Clenst Defense Group. At your service!"

Bros stood looking at Seg with his arms crossed, hands clutching his arms. I will not try to strangle him, I will not try to strangle him, he thought, mastering his emotions with a wrenching effort. he thought, mastering his emotions with a wrenching effort. I will not. I will not.

"Mr. !T"sel," he said. "This was supposed to be a confidential confidential meeting. Would you care to explain yourself?" meeting. Would you care to explain yourself?"

"Ah. Well," somewhat crestfallen, the young Son-dee shrugged. "My, ah, my hobby . . ." He colored gently: first the ear whorls and then, slowly, the rest of his face flushed a delicate blue. "My hobby is disguise," Seg murmured. "I couldn"t resist the opportunity."

"Well," Bros said with a bright, toothy smile. "As long as no one happens to be looking for a Sondee behaving in an unusual manner, there shouldn"t be a problem."

Bros indicated a conference room and with a gesture invited Seg to precede him into it.

"But now that you"ve removed your makeup," he said, "how are we going to explain your present appearance? I"ll tell you this, Mr. !T"sel, if I were sitting out there and watched you come in old and go out young, I"d be beating down the door, demanding some of whatever we gave you."

Seg chuckled nervously and sat down, folding his long, four-fingered hands before him on the table.

"Shall we proceed to the purpose of this meeting?" the young Sendee asked, somewhat desperately.

"One moment," Bros murmured, settling his long muscular form in the chair opposite. He reached into his belt pouch and withdrew a small oval antieaves-dropping device. He pushed a red b.u.t.ton to activate it and placed it on the table before him. "Proceed," he said.

In his element, !T"sel launched into lecture mode and seemed immediately older and more confident.

"As you know, Mr. Sperin, The Clenst Defense Group works closely with the Central Worlds Navy research divisions. Recently, the Navy presented us with a range of biological weapons developed by a rogue group of Phelobites for the illegal arms market."

"Rogue Phelobite is a little redundant, isn"t it Mr. !T"sel?" Bros murmured.

"Ah . . . ," Seg shrugged and looked uncomfortable.

The Clenst Defense Group by its very nature was called upon to work closely with weapons manufacturers. Phelobites were unquestionably the premier arms manufacturers for Central Worlds. Officially, they adhered to all of the regulations and accords that being a member of Central Worlds called for, including those that banned the manufacture and sale of certain cla.s.ses of armament. Unofficially, they would make and sell anything to anybody for the right price if they thought there was a good chance of getting away with it.

In most Phelobite languages, the word for altruism altruism translated roughly as "sucker." translated roughly as "sucker."

It was an open secret that did little to endear them to most of Central Worlds, including the Clenst Defense Group. Who nonetheless felt compelled to maintain a diplomatic silence regarding the Phelobites" less socially acceptable business practices.

Seg stretched his fingers and then folded his hands again.

"There are several bio-weapons that are particularly dangerous that we"ve been working intensively to find counteragents for."

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