Caroline Cherryh - Downbelow Station
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- Название:Downbelow Station
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- Издательство:DAW
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- Год:1981
- ISBN:8-470-02376-4
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“Yes,” Josh said.
“Still interested in killing me?”
“There’s worse than you.”
She smiled grimly and the smile faded. “Know a pair named Muller and Crowell? Know anyone by those names?”
“The names mean nothing to me.”
“Have any contacts on Pell who could handle station comp?”
“No.”
“That’s the sole official question. I’m sorry you don’t know.” She sipped at the glass. “Considering Konstantin’s welfare has you on good behavior. That it?”
No answer. But it was truth. She watched his eyes and reckoned well that it was.
“I wanted to ask you the question,” she said. “That’s all.”
“Who are they… the people you want? Why? What have they done?”
Questions. Josh had never questioned. “Adjustment agreed with you,” she said. “What were you up to when Australia’s men waded in on you?”
Silence.
“They’re dead, Josh. Does it matter now?”
His eyes went unfocused, the old absent look… back again. Beautiful, she thought of him, as she had thought a thousand times. And he was another one there was no sparing. She had thought she might, had reckoned without his sanity. When Konstantin went, he would become very dangerous. Tomorrow, she thought. It should be done tomorrow, at least.
“I’m Union,” he said. “Not a regular… not what the records showed. Special services. You brought me here yourself. And there was another one of us who found his own way on… the way he did at Mariner. His name was Gabriel. And he ruined Pell. He acted against you, never the Konstantins. He and his operation assassinated Damon’s family, lost him his wife… how it all went, I don’t know. I didn’t do it to him. But whatever the assumptions you’ve made, the power you’ve set in control of the station now… was bribed to murder by Gabriel. I know because I know the tactics. You’ve got the wrong man under arrest, Mallory. Your man Lukas was Gabriel’s before he was yours.”
The alcohol left her brain with cold suddenness. She sat with the glass in hand and stared into Josh’s pale eyes and found her breath short. “This Gabriel… where is he?”
“Dead. You got the head of it. Him. A man named Coledy; another named Kressich; Gabriel. Station knew him as Jessad. They were killed by the troops that took us. Damon didn’t know… didn’t know a thing about it. You think he’d have been there meeting with them if he’d known they killed his father?”
“But you got him there.”
“I got him there.”
“He knew about you?”
“No.”
She drew a deep breath, let it go. “You think it makes a difference to us, how Lukas got there? He’s ours.”
“I tell you so you know it’s finished. That there’s nothing more to go after. You’ve won. There’s no need for any more killing.”
“I should take a Unioner’s word there’s nothing more to hunt?”
No answer. He was not slipping off into nowhere. The eyes were very much alive, full of pain.
“It was quite an act, Josh, that you put on with me.”
“No act. I’m born for what I do. My whole past is tapes. I had nothing when they got through with me on Russell’s. I’m one of the hollow men, Mallory. Nothing real. Nothing inside. I belong to Union because my brain was programmed that way. I have no loyalties.”
“But one, maybe.”
“Damon,” he said.
She considered the matter. Drained the glass until her eyes stung. “So why did you get him involved with this Gabriel?”
“I thought I saw a way to get us off Pell. To get a shuttle for Downbelow. I have a proposition for you.”
“I think I know.”
“You’re in a position to get a man on a downbound shuttle… easily. Get him out of here if nothing else.”
“What, not back in control of Pell?”
“You said it yourself. Lukas’s mouth moves when you supply the words. That’s all you want. All you ever wanted. Get him out of here. Safe. What does it cost you?”
He knew what was ahead, at least where it regarded Konstantin’s chances. She looked up at him and down at the glass again. “For your gratitude? You imply a certain soft-headedness on my part, don’t you? Quite a trade. Does any deep-teach work with you?”
“Eventually, I imagine. What did you have in mind?”
She pushed the button. “Take him back.”
“Mallory — ” Josh said.
“I’ll think on your deal,” she said. “I’ll think about it.”
“Can I talk to him?”
She thought about that. Nodded finally. “That’s cheap. You going to tell him how things were?”
“No,” he said in a thin voice. “I don’t want him to know any of it. In small things, Mallory, I trust you.”
“And hate my guts.”
He stood up, shook his head, looking down at her. The door light flashed.
“Out,” she said. And to the trooper who appeared in the doorway: “Put him with his friend. Give them any reasonable comfort they ask for.”
Josh left with the guard. The door closed and locked. She sat still, moved finally to prop her feet on the bed.
The thought had occurred to her that a Konstantin could be useful at a later stage of the war; if Union took the bait; if Union seized Pell and restored it. Then it might be useful to produce a Konstantin, in their hands — if he were like Lukas; but he was not. There was no use for him. Mazian would never go for it. The shuttle was one way out of the dilemma. And the thing would not be known — if the Fleet moved out soon. A long time before Union could ferret young Konstantin out of the bush. Long enough for the rest of the plan to work, Pell to die, depriving Union of a base, or live, causing Union organizational trouble. Josh’s idea might work. Might. She reached and poured yet another drink, sat with her hand white-knuckled round the glass.
Union operative. She was frankly embarrassed. Outraged. Wryly amused. She had some capacity for humility.
And that was what the Beyond came to be — a renegade Fleet and a world that bred creatures like Josh.
Who could do what Josh did. What Gabriel/Jessad had tried to do.
What they prepared to do.
She sat with arms folded, staring at the desktop. At last she sipped at the drink, reached and keyed the in-built comp. Troop assignments ?
Locations and lists came back. They were all on the ship except the dozen guarding the access to the ship itself. She keyed the duty officer.
Ben, take a walk outside and bring in those twelve we’ve got on the dock. Don’t use the com. Report to me on comp when you’ve done that.
New code. Crew assignments ?
They flashed back to her. The alterday crew was on duty. Graff was still with Di.
She keyed into com and started with Graff. “Get to the bridge,” she said. “Put a medic with Di. Di, stay quiet.”
She started keying pager calls through comp for others; had gotten to armscomper Tiho when the duty officer keyed back mission accomplished. The armscomper keyed message received. She took a final sip and stood up, remarkably clearheaded. At least the deck did not pitch.
She shrugged on her jacket and walked out and down the corridor to the bridge, stood there and looked about her as bewildered mainday and alterday crew turned and stared back at her.
“Open intraship,” she said. “All stations and quarters, every speaker.”
The com tech pushed the main switch.
“They ran us off the docks,” she said, clipping a button mike to her collar, as she did when they were on casual op. She reached her own station, the control post beside Graff’s, central to the bowed aisles. “Everyone’s aboard. Crew, troops, everyone’s aboard. Mainday to stations, alterday to backup. Flash battle stations. I’m pulling us out of here.”
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