Timothy Zahn - The Icarus Hunt

But the desk was higher than the table in the back room had been, and with theadditional barrier of the monitors along its edge I only made it about halfwayacross before I ran out of momentum. Nask, belatedly seeing that his reflexivedodge had been unnecessary, killed his own backward momentum and dived out ofhis chair toward the open drawer.

"Don't," a familiar voice warned from the doorway.

Nask froze, his head twisting to look in that direction, his hand stilloutstretched toward the drawer. I looked, too, trying to ignore the fresh redhaze my sudden bit of exercise had sent swimming across my vision. Ixil stoodin the doorway, the plasmic in his hand pointed squarely at Nask, his wideshoulders and settled-looking stance blocking any hope of escape for the twoPatth pilots standing rigidly in shock in front of him.

"I see," Nask said. I looked back to find he had straightened up again, hishand fallen empty at his side.

"It's like a class reunion in here," I said, my voice sounding distant in myears through the trip-hammer that had apparently finished its lunch break andstarted up work again on the back of my head. "I hope someone thought to bringsome painkillers along."

"We did better than that," Ixil assured me, motioning Brosh and Enig backtoward Nask and closing the door behind him. "We've got Everett waiting outside."

"Everett?" I echoed. "I told him to stay with Shawn."

"Tera and Chort are with Shawn," Nicabar told me. He was at my side now, examining the handcuffs. "It occurred to us that you might need medicalattention more urgently than he did."

"I don't, but I might have," I admitted, nodding toward one of the guardslyingdead on the floor. "That one. Keys in his belt pouch. How did you find me, anyway?"

"We never really lost you," Nicabar said, dropping to one knee and digginginto the pouch. "Tera wanted to know just where you were going to go on yourerrand."

I looked at Nask, who was standing stiffly glowering at us. "Don't worry aboutgiving anything away," I told Nicabar. "They were staking out pharmacists, after all. Like he said, they're putting together the pieces."

"And we already have most of them," Nask said quietly. "Sooner or later wewill get you."

He drew himself up. "And when we do, you will wish you had bargained here andnow. You will wish it very much."

"I'll make you a small wager that we don't," I offered. But the words wereautomatic, and ninety percent bluster besides. For at least the foreseeablefuture, the smart money was definitely still on the Patth. "So what, after Ileft she called and had you tail me?" I asked, turning back to Nicabar.

"Actually, we'd already set it up," Nicabar said. He found the keys and set towork on my cuffs. "After the Iykams jumped you, I followed your party backhere and then called Ixil. He brought the chemicals I needed, and while I mixed upthe smoke bombs and time fuses he sent his ferrets in to reconnoiter. Theycame back, and we rigged them with harnesses to drag the bombs and gun inside."

The last cuff came loose. "You certainly had me going," I said, massaging mywrists. So that was what the ferret in the vent had been doing: chewingthroughhis harness straps so that he wouldn't have to be sitting on top of the smokebomb when it went off. "How exactly does the rest of the plan go?"

Nicabar nodded at the three Patth. "We cuff our friends together and get outof here."

"Good plan," I said. "There's only one problem. This ship of theirs, theConsiderate. It must be pretty good-sized, or Nask wouldn't have thoughtthey'dbe able to handle the Icarus. If they get loose before we make it off-planet, they might take it into their heads to try and intercept us."

"A good point," Nicabar admitted. "Well... if you want, I'll deal with it."

"Be warned," Nask said. Suddenly every trace of smarminess was gone from hisvoice, leaving nothing but simmering threat in its place. "The murder of aPatthaaunutth citizen is punishable by the most severe consequencesimaginable."

"And how would they know who'd done it?" Nicabar scoffed.

"There are ways," Nask said, still in that same tone. "There are always ways."

"Doesn't matter," I said before Nicabar could reply. "We can't shoot downunarmed civilians in cold blood anyway."

"Then what do we do?" Nicabar demanded. "Just leave them here like this?"

"We leave them here," Ixil said, stepping forward and handing me his gun. "Butnot precisely like this. Jordan, if you'd be so kind as to watch them; andRevs, I'd appreciate it if you'd get that upper vent open so that Pix can get out."

"What are you going to do?" I asked, keeping one eye on the three Patth andthe other on Ixil. He had retrieved one of the corona guns and was fiddling with apair of control settings.

"This will be an experiment," Ixil said. "I found this setting when I wasexamining the weapons you brought from your encounter on Xathru. It's quitelow-power—far too low, in fact, to possibly serve as a credible weapon."

"What's it for, then?" Nicabar asked, grunting as he tore the grating from theupper vent. Pix was more than ready, diving out of the opening almost beforethe grating was all the way off. Hitting the floor, he dodged around the Iykams'bodies and scampered up Ixil's leg.

"I expect it's used for torture," Ixil said, squinting at the dials.

"Somethingto cause pain without the risk of physical damage."

"What an efficient idea," I muttered, gazing hard at Nask. He said nothing, his eyes riveted on the weapon in Ixil's hand. "No reason you should have to carryboth a gun and a set of thumbscrews, too."

"Indeed," Ixil said. Finishing his adjustments, he headed toward Brosh.

"Just a moment," Brosh said, taking a hasty step back. "I'm a simple starshippilot, from a civilian merchant ship. I have nothing to do with decisions orpolicies of that sort."

"I realize that," Ixil said, reaching out his free hand and taking one ofBrosh's arms in an unbreakable grip. "And for that reason I sincerely hopethis doesn't hurt too much."

And pressing the corona gun against Brosh's left cheekbone, he pulled thetrigger.

There wasn't any flash—the current flow was far too low to produce a spark.

But from the effect on Brosh Ixil might have just put a thousand volts across hisface. He gasped sharply, his head jerking back with such violence that my ownhead injuries throbbed in sympathetic pain. Ixil didn't give him a chance torecover his balance, but simply leaned forward and delivered a second jolt tothe other cheekbone. Brosh gasped again, a sound that seemed to be on the edgeof panic or hysteria. "Just one more," Ixil soothed him, and delivered a thirdshock to his forehead just above his eyes.

Abruptly, Nask snarled something in the Patth language. About a step behindme, he'd suddenly figured out what Ixil was doing. "You sacundian alien frouzht—"

"—and then we move on to the hands," Ixil said, ignoring both Nask's cursesand Brosh's yelps and delivering a quick jolt to the backs of each of the pilot'shands. "And that," he added, letting go of Brosh's arm so quickly that theother nearly toppled over backward, "is that."

"Yes, indeed," I agreed. "And with all that lovely implanted circuitry now scrambled or fried, the Considerate is without a chief pilot."

"And will be also without its backup pilot in a moment," Ixil agreed, movingto where Enig was cringing.

Enig demonstrated himself capable of more dignity and self-control than hissuperior, leaving Nask's continuing stream of invective un-punctuated by gaspsor moans. "Now it should be safe to secure them to the desk," Ixil said, tossingthe weapon distastefully across the room and taking his plasmic back from me.

"Revs, if you'll do the honors?"

A minute later, the three Patth were trussed like a matched set ofThanksgivingturkeys. They maintained a stoic silence throughout the operation, even Naskapparently having run out of things to call us. But the ambassador stared atIxil the whole time, and there was something about the very deadness of hisexpression that sent a chill up my back.