Dream Thief (36 page)

Closer, the figure raised an arm to them and stepped into their path. Through the helmet's wide face plate Spence recognized the smiling, good-natured face.

“Ah! Dr. Reston! It is good to see you again!”

“Hello, Captain Kalnikov. It's good seeing you again, too.”

Kalnikov, his manner easy and unconcerned, looked at the two men with Spence. He smiled, showing even rows of large white teeth. “Are you and your friends going somewhere?” the Russian asked, his booming voice sounding tinny and distorted as it overpowered the helmet's radio.

“Yes, we are,” replied Spence vaguely. “A little trip. Allow me to introduce you.” Spence fastened on the stalling tactic which Kalnikov offered him.

“That won't be necessary,” said Tickler sharply.

“Oh, nonsense,” objected Spence. His mind raced for a way to let Kalnikov know he was in trouble. “I'm sure we have time for a little chat. Captain, I'd like you to meet my two former assistants— Dr. Tickler and Cadet Millen. Very thorough, both of them.”

“Charmed,” said Tickler. His eyes strayed to the shuttle.

“Have you ever been aboard the
Gyrfalcon,
gentlemen?” Kalnikov asked.

“Thank you, no,” said Tickler. “Perhaps some other time.” He moved as if to continue on his way. Kalnikov stopped him, laying a big hand on his shoulder.

“Do not think that it would be an imposition, please,” said Kalnikov. His smile remained, but his eyes had grown cold. “I would be happy to show you around.”

Tickler hesitated. Spence saw the hesitation and pounced on it. “We'd be delighted! Why don't you take us aboard?”

As they moved toward the great transport, he felt an electric charge of excitement run through him. The game had been moved to neutral ground and now he had a chance to score a few points of his own.

He had just put his foot on the boarding ramp when he heard another familiar voice inside his helmet. “Spence! Wait for us!” It was Adjani. He turned to see two bulky figures emerge from the air lock and dash across the floor. A quick glance to Tickler's face showed that his kidnappers were getting worried.

They waited while Adjani and Ari drew up. “We've been looking all over for you, Spence,” said Adjani.

Ari, with a strange, defiant scowl on her face, pushed her way through the others and came to stand beside him. “You promised to take me to lunch today. Remember?”

“Gosh, I clean forgot,” said Spence.

“All right!” barked Tickler. His voice buzzed in their helmets. “Enough of this charade! Get back all of you!” He drew the taser again and waved it at them.

Kalnikov stepped forward, thrusting Spence and Ari behind him. “That is such a little gun. And it has only one sting. How will you stop all of us, I wonder?”

Tickler nodded to Kurt who brought up the cloth-wrapped bundle he was carrying. The cloth slid off to reveal a stun rifle.

“Does that answer your question? Now back off, all of you. Reston, step over here.”

“I'm sorry,” said Spence. “Nice try, everybody.” He made to step around Kalnikov and as he passed the Russian pilot a strange thing happened.

Kalnikov raised his arm and his glove suddenly shot off his hand and flew into Tickler's face. There was a muffled whoosh and Tickler gasped as instantly a jet of white foam splashed over him.

Before anyone could speak or move, the foam jet was turned on the cadet and his face plate obliterated beneath the white mess. Spence saw his two antagonists reeling and heard their voices swearing into their microphones; then Kalnikov was herding everybody up the ramp into the transport.

Spence reached the top of the ramp first and turned to pull Ari through the portal. Adjani jumped through and then he ducked inside. Kalnikov was right behind him shouting, “Close the hatch!”

Just as the Russian reached the hatch he staggered, his eyes rolling to the tops of his sockets and eyelids fluttering. A strangling noise came from his throat, his head snapped back and his arms flung themselves wide as a convulsion passed through his mighty frame. He collapsed onto the ramp and Spence saw the taser dart sticking out of his still-twitching body.

He did not wait to see more but jumped through the hatch and ran into the interior of the ship. He saw Adjani motioning to him and he ducked after him into the next section.

“I couldn't get the hatch closed.” said Spence as they huddled together in the next compartment. “They'll be in here in a second.”

“I've got an idea,” said Adjani. “Follow me.”

Aware that their pursuers could hear every word in their own helmets, Adjani motioned for them to proceed aft. Inside the next compartment he pushed Spence and Ari into deck tubes and sent them and himself to the level below.

The three hurried further aft through the transport. They could hear Tickler and Millen, their rapid breathing and grunting loud inside their helmets; it made it seem as if they were inside their suits with them.

“Stop where you are!” shouted Tickler. Spence turned just in time to see the scientist level the stun rifle at him. He threw himself to the deck and rolled into the next compartment. Adjani punched the access plate and the door slid shut. Spence looked around—they were in the hold of the transport. Along the sides of the hold were the hatches of the empty landing pods. Adjani gestured excitedly toward the first hatch.

Ari dived into the pod with Spence behind her. Adjani jumped through and Spence threw the switch to seal the hatch. They were now safe within their own spacecraft. Adjani pressurized the cabin with a flick of a switch and waited a few moments until the light on the switch changed from red to green. Then he grabbed his helmet and gave it a sideways tug.

“Now what?” asked Spence. They could hear Tickler and Kurt pounding on the hatch outside.

“Get strapped in,” said Adjani. “Hurry!”

“You can't be serious! We won't get anywhere in this.”

“Where do you want to go?” asked Adjani, heading for the small pilot console.

“Earth, I guess. Wasn't that the plan?” He stared at his slim, brown friend buckling himself into his seat.

“This is a landing pod, isn't it? Well, we're going to land it. Now get yourself strapped in.”

It had not occurred to Spence that the landing pods could make such a trip, but they could at least get out of Tickler's range and then figure something out. “Okay,” he shouted when he had thrown the straps over him. “Just one more thing: you sure you know how to drive this bucket?”

“The question does not deserve an answer. Everybody ready? Hold on!”

There was an immediate rumble as the pod jettisoned from the transport. A pressure forced them back in their seats as if a giant hand had pressed on them. “I'd give a month's pay to see Tickler's face right now. I'd hate to be in his shoes when he reports to his boss.”

Ari had been quiet since they entered the pod. Spence looked at her and she looked back, forcing a small, tentative smile.

“I'm sorry I've mixed you up in all this. You could have been hurt back there.”

“I was mixed up in this a long time ago—from the day I met you. I'm all right.”

“You sure?”

“I'm fine. I just haven't had much in the way of combat training.”

“Don't worry. That's behind us now.” Spence tried to sound assured, but his tone fell short of persuasive. The truth was, he felt their troubles were only beginning.

H
OCKING'S GAUNT FACE HAD
taken on the coloring of a ripe tomato. He appeared ready to burst. But when he spoke, his voice was ice. “You let him get away! Fools! Idiots! You let him escape. Ortu will hear about this! Oh, yes he will. And I hope he deals with you as you deserve. I won't stop him this time!”

“Please!” cried Tickler. His moleish face was contorted in fear and anguish. “It wasn't our fault. That Russian pilot, Kalnikov—he
knew
about it.”

“How could he know? Unless you were careless. You gave Reston an opportunity to warn them.”

“There was no way he could. I swear it! Please, believe me!”

“You've ruined everything. Reston will be that much harder to catch now that he knows we're after him. He won't be taken by force, that's certain.” Hocking swiveled away from his two quaking underlings. He seemed to relax somewhat as he pondered the situation. When he spoke again, it was mostly it himself, “No, it must be something subtle. It would be better if he came of his own accord. Yes, he must come of his own will—that way he can be guided more easily, and he will be receptive to the stimulus.”

Tickler sensed a ray of hope in Hocking's change of demeanor. “That girl—we could get her.”

“Would he follow her?”

“To the ends of the earth,” said Tickler.

“He's in love with her,” put in Millen.

Hocking's eyes sparked with interest. A thin, skeletal smile drew his lips taut. “There may be something in what you say,” he mused. “Perhaps this is precisely the opportunity we've been looking for.”

Then he snapped, “All right! This won't be easy—we don't even know where they're headed yet, so we'll have to improvise. Here's what we'll do …”

The discussion that followed was brief; it ended with Tickler and Millen bolting for the door and dashing away to carry out their new orders, glad for the moment to have saved their skins.

As soon as they had gone, Hocking propelled himself to the ComCen console across the room. He tapped in a code and waited. Seconds later a voice said, “Wermeyer, here.”

“The takeover is begun. You will put Phase One into operation at once.”

“So soon? But—” The voice was a whisper. “Immediately! This is the chance we've been waiting for.”

“THEY ARE TO BE
held upon landing. They have stolen a spacecraft. They are fugitives. You are the director of this station; you can order their arrest. You will do so.”

Director Zanderson, his round face pale with fear and worry, fumbled for words. “I—I don't know if that's ah, possible.”

“Oh, it is possible. In fact it is precisely what will happen.”

“I don't want Ari involved in this. She's not part of it. She doesn't know anything. Leave her out of it.”

“We're not interested in Ari. She'll be turned loose immediately.” Hocking could see he was finally getting through to the frightened man and so softened his tone to a persuasive coo. “Of course, she shall be spared any unpleasantness.”

“What about the others? Reston and Rajwandhi? What have they done to you?”

“They have stolen some very expensive secrets—a kind of tech theft, if you will. We want them stopped before they sell what they know.”

“I still can't believe it of them. Are you sure?”

“Positive. Why else would they run away like they did? I did not mention it before because I did not want to alarm you, but I think it possible that they intend to use Ari for ransom in case there is trouble.”

This last remark drew a quick, worried look from the director. “They wouldn't dare!”

“They are desperate men.”

“To think I trusted Reston; I grieved for him—and to think he was alive all this time, hiding here.”

“Yes,” said Hocking. “Now send that order.”

Director Zanderson pressed a button and leaned over his desk and spoke into the wedge. “Mr. Wermeyer, have ComCen clear a signal for me to ground base.”

In a few moments his assistant's voice replied. “Done. The signal's open. Channel two.”

The director pushed another button and a tone code sounded over the speaker in the wedge, and then a lady's voice said, “ComCen GM ground base, can I help you?”

“This is Director Zanderson. Get me head of security. This is urgent.”

“Thank you,” said the lilting voice. He might have been ordering flowers.

A second later he was talking to head of security for the GM ground base. He diplomatically described the situation and ordered the man to apprehend the two suspects and hold them. His daughter, he said, was not to be touched. He was to be notified as soon as they had been taken into custody. The security chief offered his assurances of a clean and professional grab, promising his utmost cooperation and that of his men, and asked for details of the craft and its ETA.

“It should arrive at five o'clock this afternoon your time. That's fourteen hundred GMT.”

“I'll notify you personally as soon as they are safely in hand. Director. Don't worry about a thing.”

“Thanks, Chief Tatum. I'll be waiting for your call.”

HOCKING'S HENCHMEN WERE WAITING
when he returned from his talk with Zanderson.

“I am an absolute genius,” crowed Hocking as he swept into the chamber. “I was magnificent!”

“He bought it?” inquired Tickler, wringing his hands.

“He took the bait like the big fish he is,” smirked Hocking. “Ah ha!” he laughed suddenly. “You should have been there. It was priceless. I have him convinced that they have kidnapped his precious daughter. He's putty in our hands, gentlemen. When the time comes he'll follow like a lamb.”

Tickler allowed himself a smile at their good fortune. He turned to Millen who beamed back at him.