Bloodhype (14 page)

A few eons later, her outstretched right hand encountered something hard and cold. There was enough clearance so that her shoulders could rise out of the water. She held onto the grating for several seconds. Then she remembered that if certain circuits were reconnected, thousands of volts could shoot through the damp steel. She let go hurriedly. A voice sounded on her right.

“Hinges are a little stiff, Miss Kai-sung.” It was Philip. “Ah, there!”

A moment later something broke the surface on her left with a loud whoosh. It was Hammurabi. He was followed seconds later by a thin whistle: Porsupah. Even the Tolian was panting. Not because of fatigue, but because the air here was anything but fresh.

“Everyone okay? All right, I’m going down to lift the gate,” said the youngster. “Miss Kai-sung, you and Porsupah-al wait ten seconds and come after me. This tunnel descends slightly and then opens into the sea. It’s not a long drop, just deep enough to ensure that the outlet opening is always hidden from surface view. The shore here is pretty rocky. Find a spot shielded from land. Captain, after they’ve slipped out I’ll resurface inside. Then you follow me down. I’ll be holding the grating open from the sea side. When you feel the bottom of the grate, tap it with your watch and trail the body just behind you. I’ll hear it and let the gate drop. It ought to hold the corpse to the seafloor solidly.”

Without waiting for comment the youth hyperventilated, then ducked under. Porsupah and Kitten counted off the seconds together and followed. Water splashed the perpetually moist walls and Mal’s face. Several millennia later Mal heard the youngster break surface.

“Ready, Captain?”

Mal took an unbreakable grip on the corpse’s neck with his right hand. “One question. I’m no herpetologist, but I don’t recall noticing any gills on your scaly companion.”

“Oh, Pip? I discovered—quite by accident—that he can go without oxygen for a surprising amount of time. Some day I’ll run across a xenoherpetologist who can explain it to me. I’m going now.” Deep breathing, an echoing splash in the confining air bubble. Mal followed shortly, the tech’s body a tugging, naggingly buoyant parasite. Fortunately, as Philip had said, the gate didn’t go deep. He felt for and encountered the prongs at the bottom of the grating. Carefully, he eased the body belly-up against them, then tapped one-two-three times with his wristband. The grating immediately dropped with surprising speed, pinning the unlucky, unnamed man to the muddy channel bottom.

Immediately Mal turned and swam, away and downward. He could feel pressure waves from another body swimming alongside. The shipmaster had a moment of worry. When the power to the gate was switched back on, the body jamming it open ought to trigger every alarm on the island.

But by that time they’d be long gone.

They’d better be.

The two men broke the surface together. Only one moon was still in the sky, but there was enough light to make out two dim figures on shore, huddled close by an overhanging block of gneiss. Two shadowed faces, one human and the other not, stared back. Mal and Philip swam over and hugged the boulder, catching their breath.

“Nice to breathe fresh air again,” said Mal.

“Yeah. I’d like to rest too, but in the city. I’ll feel a lot better when we’re on board that hoveraft of yours.”

“Which direction is the inlet?” Kitten whispered. “My sense of direction is scrambled.”

“Just around that point,” the youngster replied, pointing ahead. “The island’s not very big, but parts of the complex go quite deep. Miss Kai-sung, you and Porsupah-al don’t know where the Captain’s raft is beached, so be sure and stay close. The harbor is crowded enough to be confusing.”

“Don’t lecture me, my skinny samaritan. I’m a big girl now.”

“What about harbor patrols and interior alarms?” Mal asked, to change the subject.

“Aren’t many this close in. There is a transceiving shield, quite illegal—and efficient. Our best bet, therefore, is to get out of the landing proper and skim like hell until we pass the defense perimeter. Then we can cast unblocked to the Rectory in the city. Once they pick us up, his Lordship should be too busy packing to worry about us.”

“You hope,” said Kitten.

“The best of all possible Illities,” he replied. He began paddling towards the point of land he’d indicated.

“Any other vessels expected tonight?” Mal asked, swimming close behind.

“I don’t know for sure, but I don’t believe so. Why?”

“Going by your description of Rose’s setup and what I know of similar ones, this defensive situation is designed primarily for detecting boats trying to get in. It just might ignore any going out. With luck it will be quite a while before anyone notices our disappearance.”

As they moved up the inlet, hugging the shoreline, Kitten couldn’t escape the feeling that Rose was watching from somewhere in the trees. At any moment a light would lance out from the shadows and spear them with its unblinking glare. But they reached the raft landing without anything other than a few disturbed mollusks detecting their passage.

There were few lights on at the artificial beach. Nothing moved. Philip led the way up the pebbled plastic-sand cover. No one stopped him to ask what a sanitation engineer was doing out for a late-night swim—in full workwear. A gesture brought the others out of the water. Slick and hard, the plastic gave excellent purchase to hover vehicles. The little group had no trouble making their way towards the beached rafts, although there were places where some frantic scrambling was necessary. They huddled next to the deflated sac of one raft.

“I can make out one guard at the head of the loading pier,” Philip whispered. “We ought to be able to slip inside your craft without his noticing us.”

“I’d rather make sure he doesn’t,” said Mal. He disappeared quietly under the metal piering. Several minutes passed while the others waited and the moonlight grew dimmer. The dot that represented the guard abruptly doubled in size, then disappeared completely. After a short pause, Mal’s voice floated across from the rampway of his raft.

“All clear now. Philip, you boost Miss Kai-sung and Porsupah up, then I’ll pull you in.”

It was a short dash to the side of the raft. Kitten felt two massive hands envelop her wrists. Suddenly she was standing on the ramp alongside the Captain. A second later Porsupah, then Philip, appeared.

“What about the guard?” Philip asked.

Mal was opening the lock. “Under the pier, in a clump of bushes. He shouldn’t be spotted. Still, he might be required to report in on who knows what schedule? We’d better move.” He noticed the young man’s gaze still on him. “No, I didn’t kill him.”

The door swung back to reveal bright light and the muzzle of a small gun. It was wielded, fortunately, by a familiar small man.

“You gave me a start, Captain,” said First Mate Takaharu. “I wish you’d apprise me in advance of these middle-of-the-night parties.”

Mal moved past him to the center control console. He flipped switches, began warming the drive fans as gradually and quietly as possible. “Wasn’t practical this time, either, Maijib. Neighbors would have resented not being invited. Lieutenants Kitten Kai-sung and Porsupah, Philip—my First Mate, Maijib Takaharu. You should all exchange greetings later, but just now let’s get the shining hell out of here . . . .” He gunned the engines all at once, throwing everyone for the nearest support.

The raft backed at high speed into the water, sending a shower of spray across the inlet. Gears whining in protest, the little craft spun 360°. Skimming the surface at 200 kph, it kicked up a wall of faintly phosphorescent spray as it shot out of the harbor. A few night-prowling mud-ducks saw it go.

“I don’t recall sending for you, technician.”

The man in the blue serge uniform was obviously badly frightened. Also out of breath. “Your pardon, Lord. The two suspected Church agents and the freighter Captain you ordered held with them have disappeared.”

Two birds sang in a cage to one side of the room. Rose turned and stared at them. One was bright blue, slightly milky like chalcedony. The other was a mottled yellow. He watched them for a while before pivoting back to face the tech.

“They’ve left the island.” It was not a question.

“It must be so, Lord. The hoveraft the freighter Captain arrived in is missing from its landing. The guard assigned to watch was found under the piering nearby. He was paralyzed, but the meditech believes he will recover.”

“How awkward all around,” Rose replied evenly. He had given no evidence of upset, evinced no loss of control. He was too old for that now. “Is it known how this was done?”

“Two men stationed near the confining suite were found dead in a service alcove. A check of the central recorder indicates that a portion of the immediate island restricted perimeter, specifically the gates protecting the water intake and sewage outlet channels, were powered down for some thirty minutes earlier this morning. A subsequent check of personnel revealed that two men, an apprentice sanitation engineer and a senior biotech, were missing. The body of the latter was discovered jamming open the gate guarding the sewage outflow channel. Also, one of the first two fatalities displayed clear evidence of both acid attack and nerve poison. The engineer was known to keep a poisonous reptile with him at all times.”

“Quite ingenious,” Rose murmured. He turned and depressed one of many switches set inconspicuously in the arm of a luxuriously upholstered couch. The ceiling of the exquisitely wrought bird cage began to move gently downwards.

Rose spoke without turning. “Any indication of how long ago the craft left the harbor?”

“Computing from the time of the power lapse and that of the pier guard’s last report, Lord, it is estimated they have been gone now for about an hour.”

“Far too long for any of our exterior defenses to be in range. Hmmm.” The space inside the cage had been reduced by about half. The faint hum of a small electric motor could be heard. The song of the blue bird had grown uneven.

“This has been checked, of course?”

“Immediately, your Lordship. They are nowhere within the perimeter.”

There was barely enough room now in the cage for the birds to stand upright. The mottled yellow was bouncing frantically between the unmoving floor and the descending roof. The blue’s song had risen to a series of hysterical chirps and squeaks.

“I will be forced to run off-planet.”

“An attempt to slip you into the Port could be best made now, Lord. Or arrangements might be made for a daring shuttle pilot to try and pick you up from one of the larger uninhabited islands.”

Rose shook his head sadly.

“As soon as Major Orvenalix receives the report of those two agents, the first thing he will do is relay a full order to the customs’ frigate. If he hasn’t done so already. They’ll relay his request to the nearest Navy port for a cruiser and a flock of stingships. Shuttles that don’t land at Repler Port or Masonville are rare to nonexistent under any conditions. With the word out on myself, anything large enough to produce detectable atmospheric friction, down to a smallish meteorite, will be tracked to point of landing from point of tangency with every scope available.”

A singularly penetrating chirp emanated from somewhere between the two layers of cage. They came together. A few barely discernable popping sounds resulted. From between the two metal plates oozed a tiny trickle of red. Two drops of crimson fell to the shining carpet, staining it.

Rose sighed deeply, turned back once more to the technician. “I’ll want a single-seat raft, the fastest available. There is only one way for me to get safely off-planet in one piece. If it works, the authorities can fume till they obscure vision. I’ll be completely untouchable. Not safe, necessarily, but untouchable. If it doesn’t work out, why, my problems will be solved and an old man will finally get some rest. For now, though, I’m not sleepy.”

“Will you require a driver, Lord?”

“No. I have to do this myself. You can’t tell where I’m going if you don’t know. Same goes for a driver.”

The man turned to leave, paused. “Luggage, your Lordship?”

“A small packing case,” said Rose thoughtfully. “Change of clothing in a collapsible packet. My credit slip, no gun. That’s all.”

The man paused once more by the door. “Good-bye, your Lordship.”

“Good-bye, Masters. I’ll be in touch—maybe.”

“Sir.” The blue-clad Masters closed the door quietly.

Vibbbraations stronger getting getting. The Vom had departed from its resting place of centuries so precipitously that the Machine, even with its tremendous speed, had not been able to analyze the results and react properly with sufficient speed. However, it still retained suitable thread of Vom-consciousness to follow it through the plenum. By the Machine’s standards, the length of the Vom’s travels was not far.

The basic problem remained unsolved. The Vom had escaped its ancient prison. The ring of monitoring stations were unpowered and sealed in fixed orbits around the dead planet. They could not be moved. Therefore a different solution was called for. The Guardian would have to be awakened from his long sleep. Without that, the Machine could only analyze and observe. It could not take action.

Not only was the situation unprecedented, there also remained the additional problem of obtaining sufficient stimuli to activate the Guardian. This required the mental presence of another conscious mind of an ability that at least approached that of the Guardian himself. Surprisingly, there was such a mentality somewhere ahead. It existed on the very planet to which the Vom had traveled. The Machine could no more analyze the moods and substance of that mind, however, than it could that of the Guardian or the Vom. That was not one of its functions.

The Machine Considered. It was dealing with a quantity as vital as it was unfamiliar and unpredictable. It would be best to bring the Guardian into activation proximity in such a way as to make it appear natural to the activating mind. All evidence of manipulation must be avoided. The key mind was clearly still in a state of stabilization. If handled improperly, it could be permanently damaged. This would be fatal.