"Sure it"s not readable?" Alvec murmured. The other two heard him twice, a chorus-of-angels effect from the air and from the little transmitters tucked into their ears.
"I"m modulating it through the internal power lines," Rand said. "The encryption code is jiggered to look like the sort of random fluctuations you get there."
"Excellent," Joat murmured. "I know the virtual reality net here is legendary, Rand, but I need you to spend some some time trying to crack Ciety"s computer." time trying to crack Ciety"s computer."
"I have a sense of responsibility, Joat," Rand said testily. "You programmed it into me. But you can make good contacts in V.R., so I intend to start there. I should have some news for you on your return."
"Just remember the expense," Alvec warned.
"Our expenses are being covered by CenSec," Rand reminded them. "I intend to take full advantage of that. Even if they will not pay the fine, they can be billed for ordinary outgoings."
Alvec"s face went thoughtful, then lit up. Like a kid in a bakery told he can have six of anything he wants, Like a kid in a bakery told he can have six of anything he wants, Joat thought. Joat thought.
"Fardles," Joat said in awe. "I forgot!" She hoisted a travel case containing the Crown rubies, still disguised in their laser crystal boxes.
"Rand is right," Joseph said. "We must not become distracted. Amos"s life is in the balance, and with it the well-being of my people."
"Yeah, sure, of course," Alvec said to his departing back. "But that doesn"t mean we can"t go to dinner. dinner. It wouldn"t be right not to take advantage of CenSec"s generosity just a little." It wouldn"t be right not to take advantage of CenSec"s generosity just a little."
"They"ll expect it," Joat a.s.sured him.
"They do things in person here, the old-fashioned way," Joseph said, slightly surprised. On Bethel, virtual presence was all the rage-newly risen from stagnation and backwardness, the Bethelites put a premium on modernity.
"Would you you trust the public net, here?" Joat asked. trust the public net, here?" Joat asked.
Joseph grinned, although his eyes remained wary. "You have a point."
That was logical, given that a moderately talented tech could produce a holo of anyone doing or saying anything anything and no one could tell the difference between an actual recording and one that had been faked. Therefore all transactions were real time, face to face, with multiple witnesses. Offices might be obsolete elsewhere, but not here. and no one could tell the difference between an actual recording and one that had been faked. Therefore all transactions were real time, face to face, with multiple witnesses. Offices might be obsolete elsewhere, but not here.
Ciety"s was located in a quiet neighborhood; just off the underdome surface, which was the prestige area on Rohan. They walked through eerily elongated groves of trees, past flowerbeds and greenswards, beneath the clear dome and the blue sky that was the great banded jewel of the gas-giant. Despite the growing tension that knotted her stomach, Joat was still struck by the beauty of it, and the air of quiet and peace. Nursemaids and children were the commonest strollers; she saw a dog make a long dolphinlike low-gravity leap after a ball and pinwheel off through the air ...
"The Family do themselves proud," Alvec said sourly. "Who says crime wouldn"t pay if the government ran it?"
Joseph looked about. "I am surprised the Central Worlds tolerate this," he said.
"They won"t forever," Joat said absently. "But it"s a big galaxy. If they mopped up the Yoered Family now, they"d just be replaced by someone younger and hungrier and cruder. Eventually the frontier will move out past this area, and the Family will go legitimate or move again to get outside the sphere of settled law.
"This is it," she said.
They walked through a tall archway carved into the rock of the crater wall; the blast doors that would seal it in an emergency were hidden behind the glowing ma.s.s of bougainvillea that carpeted the walls of the corridor behind. It was wide enough to be a street, but only slow floater platforms pa.s.sed them, and a scattering of well-dressed pedestrians. No bars or s.e.x shows were advertised here. Every office presented an inscrutable face of one-way gla.s.s adorned with a discreet sign announcing the name, but not the purpose, of the business within. No doubt that explained the sense of being somewhere very expensive.
If you have to ask, you can"t afford it, Joat thought, and read aloud: "N. Ciety, Research and Development." She made a little moue. "I"d say he"s a cynical man." Joat thought, and read aloud: "N. Ciety, Research and Development." She made a little moue. "I"d say he"s a cynical man."
"I would say he is sc.u.m," Joseph said quietly. "He deals with the Kolnari."
Joat glanced at him in concern and then at Alvec. He met her eyes with the same concern she felt over Joseph"s intensity. She grimaced. I"m one to talk. I"m one to talk.
"Joe," she said quietly. "Maybe you should wait outside."
He turned to glare at her. "You insult me, Joat. The fact that this criminal offends me does not mean that I am unable to deal with him. I would kiss the soles of his feet if it would give me the information I need to find Amos. Look to yourself, girl, and leave my behavior to me!"
Joat choked down the urge to apologize and opened the office door. Whoa! Is this the Uncle Joe who was always telling me to control my emotions? Whoa! Is this the Uncle Joe who was always telling me to control my emotions? But then again, she was grown up now. He didn"t need to put on the mask of infallibility with her any more . . . which was both flattering and disturbing, when you thought about it. But then again, she was grown up now. He didn"t need to put on the mask of infallibility with her any more . . . which was both flattering and disturbing, when you thought about it.
The reception area was a very soothing room. The visible color scheme had been carefully chosen to please all of the species known to the Central Worlds. No doubt those who saw in the ultraviolet spectrum had been considered too, judging from the telltale signs in the paintings and fabrics in the room. In place of background music there was the sound of ocean surf. Again, a choice calculated not to offend any species, whether their oceans were methane or water. The furnishings looked expensive and inviting, if you liked the minimalist style-Joat herself had always thought desks and chair-seats looked better with legs beneath them, rather than floating in suspension-fields.
The human receptionist who greeted them was as polished as the decoration.
"Good morning," he said pleasantly. "How may I help you?"
"I"m Captain Joat Simeon-Hap, and we"re here to deliver a consignment," Joat said. "For Silken."
"Ah." The young man raised a golden brow. "Please take a seat while I inform Ms. Silken that you"ve arrived. Would you care for some refreshment?"
"No thank you," Joat said.
Behind her Alvec and Joseph shook their heads. The three then retired to a furniture grouping for humanoids and sat down to wait silently. After a few carefully calculated moments the receptionist looked up with the distracted air of someone listening to an earphone.
"Captain Simeon-Hap, Mr. Ciety would like to meet you personally and has asked me to bring you and your party up to his suite. If you would follow me, please?"
He turned and started off towards an apparently blank wall, obviously confident that he would be followed.
Joat clenched her hands into fists to hide the fact that they were shaking as badly as her knees.
Get ahold of yourself! she thought fiercely. she thought fiercely. This is what had to happen. This is what you hoped would happen. This is what had to happen. This is what you hoped would happen. Blood pounded in her ears. Blood pounded in her ears.
The wall parted to reveal a lift and the golden-haired receptionist entered and turned to smile invitingly at them. Joat wondered if he was some especially pretty species of bodyguard. The lift accelerated smoothly; from the weight and time Joat guessed that they were several thousand meters up, into the living rock of the mountains that ringed the crater. When the doors opened, across from them was an ornate double door of some highly polished, satiny wood, each side featuring a plate-sized bra.s.s doork.n.o.b embossed with a single initial, N and C.
Tacky, Joat thought. Joat thought. But impressive. But impressive. She had to admit that. The wood itself was expensive, that was obvious, but shipping it here must have cost a fortune, and not a small one. Uncle Nom had come up in the world, since he was a tramp-freighter skipper and fringe-world grifter. She had to admit that. The wood itself was expensive, that was obvious, but shipping it here must have cost a fortune, and not a small one. Uncle Nom had come up in the world, since he was a tramp-freighter skipper and fringe-world grifter.
Their guide crossed the corridor and knocked discreetly on the enormous doors. From within a resonant male voice called out "Come."
Joat licked her lips surrept.i.tiously and wiped her palms on the legs of her shipsuit. Al and Joe were behind her, and the knowledge of their solid backing gave her strength.
The doors swept open. Joat gave a small incredulous gasp before she could stop herself. The walls were sheathed in a geometric design of polychrome marble; texture matched subtly with color, from craggy red to smoothly polished alabaster-white. The furnishings were rich beefleather and pale wood, austerely simple so as not to distract from the impact of the room itself.
Directly across from the door where they stood was an enormous fireplace, complete with blazing fire; cedar logs filled the air with their fragrance. Burning! Burning! she thought. she thought. Burning Burning wood wood to generate heat!. to generate heat!. You"d expect that on a live planet-a barbarian planet. Here, it was barbaric in a completely different way. You"d expect that on a live planet-a barbarian planet. Here, it was barbaric in a completely different way.
Above it a display film in proportion to the fireplace offered a complex work of randomized holo art, swirling ceaselessly into almost recognizable patterns. The mantle was held up by carvings of humanoid figures.
Then, one of them moved.
Joat flinched, recognizing them then as low life bioconstructs, zombielike things also known as realities. Banned on every planet in Central Worlds, Banned on every planet in Central Worlds, she thought in disgust. she thought in disgust. We"re a long way from civilized s.p.a.ce. We"re a long way from civilized s.p.a.ce.
A man had risen from the couch before the fireplace to smile pleasantly at them. He gestured, urging them to enter. An attractive man, slender and of middling height. His longish, ash-blond hair was expensively cut in a style that knocked ten years off his age. His appraising eyes were a cool blue, set deep in a narrow, fine-boned face.
But his eyes pa.s.sed over her briefly and on to her companions. He gestured again, perhaps with a touch of impatience and said: "Come in! Don"t be shy, I won"t bite."
Obscurely disappointed, Joat looked down, carefully watching her feet descend the three shining marble stairs that led to the living area.
So much for "the ties that bind," much for "the ties that bind," she thought grimly. No recognition at all. Of course, she"d been a child. she thought grimly. No recognition at all. Of course, she"d been a child. When he sold me. When he sold me.
Ciety reached out a hand for her to shake and she steeled herself to take it. Alvec accepted it too, but Joseph, bowing, kept his in the sleeves of his tunic: "It is not our custom," he said smoothly.
Ciety continued smiling and bowed politely back, but something reptilian showed in his eyes.
Silken lay upon the white couch, dressed in an emerald satin dressing gown, sipping from a cut crystal goblet which she raised in salute to Joat.
"You"ve made it in good time, Captain," she said.
"No thanks to Central Worlds Customs," Joat answered. "They went through almost every minor treasure in my hold. I thought we"d never get rid of them."
Silken"s gaze sharpened and she sat up abruptly.
"You have have my jewels," she demanded, combining statement and threat. my jewels," she demanded, combining statement and threat.
Joat placed the travel bag on the low table; Silken ripped open the fastener and tumbled the laser component boxes onto the intaglio surface.
"Where"s . . . ?"
Then she opened one of the boxes.
"What the h.e.l.l is this?" she snapped as she pulled out a dull red, irregularly shaped crystal.
"Dye from a red cargo marker," Joat explained calmly. "It"ll wash off with a little elbow grease. The inspectors found three of these before their commander called them off."
Silken laughed in relief and caught Ciety"s eye proudly, as though it had been her own idea.
"Why, you clever girl," she purred. "There, Mik, didn"t I tell you she was sharp?"
"Yes you did," he agreed and stroked Silken"s cheek with one ringer. She rubbed her face against his hand like a cat.
Nomik took the jewel out of her hand and weighed it in his own. His eyes met Joat"s.
"You are are clever," he said. "I can use that kind of initiative in my organization. Silken vouched for you," he turned slightly in her direction to indicate her, and Silken smiled pleasantly at Joat. "And of course that"s good enough for me. But this," he tossed the stone and caught it, "this is good. I"m impressed. So ... would you be willing to discuss taking a place with us? You wouldn"t regret it, I can promise you that." clever," he said. "I can use that kind of initiative in my organization. Silken vouched for you," he turned slightly in her direction to indicate her, and Silken smiled pleasantly at Joat. "And of course that"s good enough for me. But this," he tossed the stone and caught it, "this is good. I"m impressed. So ... would you be willing to discuss taking a place with us? You wouldn"t regret it, I can promise you that."
I can"t believe he"s trying to offer me a job, can"t believe he"s trying to offer me a job, Joat thought desperately. Conflicting emotions tore through her, disgust, amus.e.m.e.nt, rage, and a vague pleasure. Joat thought desperately. Conflicting emotions tore through her, disgust, amus.e.m.e.nt, rage, and a vague pleasure. This is too much. I"ve got to rethink my strategy. I"ve gotta get out of here. Right now! This is too much. I"ve got to rethink my strategy. I"ve gotta get out of here. Right now!
What most horrified her was that she was reacting to his unexpected charm. That she felt herself wanting to please this sleazy crook-who just happened to be the uncle who had sold her into untold misery-added to her confusion unbearably. The moment stretched.
"I ... we . . ." she could almost feel Alvec"s concerned puzzlement, Joseph"s unquestioning support. "We"re an independent outfit," she said at last. "We"re happy with that for now." She paused to put a polite interval between her refusal and the next order of business. "There"s an outstanding balance due on this shipment. If you could just give us a credit chip, we"ll be on our way."
Nomik and Silken stared at her. She felt a little relief at the sight of Nomik staring at her like an animal who"d been hit between the eyes with a sledgehammer.
Doubtless it had been years since anyone had flatly turned them down. Particularly not a ragtailed freighter captain like Joat.
Ciety"s eyes narrowed.
"About that," he said coolly, "Silken told me about your problems with New Destinies. That little debt you incurred there, remember that?" Joat nodded slowly. "Well, it probably won"t surprise you to learn that I have good friends there and they were amenable to coming to an arrangement with me. It"ll relieve you, I"m sure, to know that instead of forty Earth standard days, you have an unlimited length of time to pay up." Joat blinked, and Ciety nodded smugly. "To me. I"ve bought your debt." He folded his arms and regarded her with a narrow-eyed smile.
Joat drew in a long shocked breath and felt her body go numb. Beside her, she was vaguely aware of Alvec and Joseph stirring uneasily.
"So what we"ll do," Ciety continued, "is put the amount outstanding for this shipment against your your debt. Leaving you one hundred and fourteen thousand credits in the red." He grinned. "Don"t worry, this"ll go faster than you"re expecting. I"ll take care of your expenses, food and fuel and docking fees and I pay well. Any-one"ll tell you that. You"ll be clear in no time." He held out his hand to her. "So. Welcome aboard." debt. Leaving you one hundred and fourteen thousand credits in the red." He grinned. "Don"t worry, this"ll go faster than you"re expecting. I"ll take care of your expenses, food and fuel and docking fees and I pay well. Any-one"ll tell you that. You"ll be clear in no time." He held out his hand to her. "So. Welcome aboard."
Joat stared at his offered hand and then at him and her vision narrowed, focusing like a laser beam on his smirking face. "You don"t remember me at all," she said in wonder, finding it absurdly difficult to speak.
He studied her for a moment and then shook his head indifferently. "No," he said with a shrug. "Can"t say that I do."
Joat slapped his hand aside violently, overwhelmed by an anger so hot that for a moment she didn"t feel at all. She watched her own fist fly out to strike her uncle on the point of his chin and he went down with a ridiculously surprised expression on his face.
She lunged for him and Joseph caught her, holding her back.
Alvec moved between them and the golden-haired receptionist, who now held a weapon trained on the three of them, waiting for orders from Ciety.
"I"m your niece!" she screamed in fury, struggling to climb out of Joseph"s unyielding arms. She had had to. Crush that face, see it crumble, stamp it under her heel and feel the bone crack . . . to. Crush that face, see it crumble, stamp it under her heel and feel the bone crack . . .
"Stop it, Joat," Joseph whispered calmingly. "Joat, contain yourself!"
After a few moments his voice penetrated the hot fog in her head. Color began to return to her white face and sanity to her eyes. She was breathing in little panting grunts.
"I"m your brother"s daughter," she said, taking control of herself. "You were a dreamdust addict." She gave a loud mocking sniff. "You just had to have it. I remember going hungry all the time so you could have your little fix. Then you lost me in a poker game to a tramp-freighter captain."
She shook herself free of Joseph"s grip as it relaxed in horror. "And you can"t imagine the nightmare living with that soulless sc.u.m was. But you you don"t remember. Lucky you. I can"t forget!" She spat on him where he lay on the floor. "I have no debt to you," she said in a voice rich with loathing. "I owe you don"t remember. Lucky you. I can"t forget!" She spat on him where he lay on the floor. "I have no debt to you," she said in a voice rich with loathing. "I owe you nothing. nothing."
Joat turned and stalked out. Even the receptionist / bodyguard was too frozen in shock to stop her.
CHAPTER ELEVEN.
It was silent in the room after her departure, as though someone had switched off an erupting volcano. The silence seemed to ring.
"Is it true?" Joseph asked, his voice gone husky and quiet. Nomik Ciety"s face was still fluid with shock for a moment, then hardened again. "I swear that I never saw that woman before in my life!" he said.
He cleared his throat, looking at the Bethelite with wide, innocent eyes. That is a dangerous man, That is a dangerous man, he thought. The evaluation was automatic. In this business you had to be able to size someone up quickly. he thought. The evaluation was automatic. In this business you had to be able to size someone up quickly. That crazy b.i.t.c.h"s lover or something? That crazy b.i.t.c.h"s lover or something? No way to tell that; there were some who"d kill anyone who"d done what she said he"d done. No way to tell that; there were some who"d kill anyone who"d done what she said he"d done.
Had he? Behind his frown of concern, he searched his memory. It was excellent since he"d been through the treatment. Back when he was dusting, there were holes you could fly a naval a.s.sault carrier through. He"d done some crazy things back then, no doubt about it.
Nowadays, he would have sold her, not lost her in a game.
He sat up and Silken went to his aid, helping him to rise from the floor. "I had a brother," he said in confusion. "But whether he had children or not . . ."
Ciety brushed his hair back and tenderly touched his chin.
"She"s wrong about one thing, though. And about this I am dead certain. She owes me a hundred and fourteen thousand credits. So you, my friends, had better go after her, calm her down and put her in a better frame of mind. Or I"ll take her ship just as happily and just as legally as New Destinies would." He glared at them both. "You got that?"