The Iron Admiral: Conspiracy (11 page)

“Yes. Just hit my head. Where are we?”

“I haven’t had a chance to look.”

He unclipped the torch from his belt, turned it on and played the light over the walls. “I think this has been formed. See? You can see where stone cutters were used.”

Lichen and webs sparkled in the light of the torch. Droppings and small animal bones littered the ground.

But he was right; the straight lines left by cutters were discernible. So this was a disused tunnel, rather than a natural cave. Well, that was a start. “Give me a minute. I’ll see if I can find it in the graphics.” She pulled out her techpack, concentrated on the tiny data port and connected with the processor.Show me

the mine graphic as a holograph . She thought the words.

The image projected from the techpack’s display port.

Brad gasped. “How did you do that?”

“I’ll tell you later.”Blocked up exits . The image rotated. No, not that one.More . Ah. “Looks like we’re here.” She set the point to a red dot. “These are the old ptorix workings. And just there,” she pointed to a spot up the tunnel from where they stood, “is a lift foyer that only goes up. There’s a place up there that I was tempted to visit, just to see what was there. It’s marked ‘mountain garden’.”

“Garden? Outside the mountain?”

She zoomed in on the place. “Looks like it. There’s a subsidence at that part.” It was as if part of the mountain’s rim had collapsed and slid down, leaving a gouge in its side that ended two hundred meters above the ground.

“I’d rather get away from here, at any rate. Let’s find this lift foyer.”

They walked close together over ground covered in litter. Her foot crunched on bone. Some other

animal’s den? What a happy thought. But Brad seemed calm and assured, his gun in his hand, although

he was limping slightly. Something scurried in a corner and her heart raced. A multi-legged thing edged away from the light. Urrk. The tunnel ended in a ptorix stone door. She pressed the two symbols in the complex pattern and it slid back and across. Soft lights began to glow. Swirling decorations covered the walls, complicated patterns in reds and pinks and greens.

“This is a lift foyer?” Brad said, staring around him.

“Yes. See the door?” She showed him the pointed arch and pressed the button on the wall to summon a

car. Would it work? Nobody had been here for at least thirty years. A light above the doorway flashed briefly and the doors slid apart.

“I don’t think we should do this now, Allysha. We’re safe for the moment. We need to rest before we

do anything else.”

She smiled. The very thought of getting into that lift sent jitters flying about in her stomach. “I suppose.”

She turned to face him. A stain darkened the material around his right hip, around a gash in his pants.

“What’s that? You’ve been hurt.”

He managed a half-grin. “Ah. Yes, we’ll have to deal with this. The kartek caught me.”

Allysha’s stomach lurched. “If we don’t treat that quickly, you’ll die.”

Sean hesitated behind van Tongeren as the mine manager slammed his hand down on the panel to open his office door and stepped inside.

“She’s gone. I don’t understand it. The system says she’s in her room.”

The man in the visitor’s chair eased his bulk. “What do you mean, gone?”

Ah. This had to be Tepich.

“Gone,” repeated van Tongeren. He waved his hand. “We don’t know where she is.” He turned around to lean on his desk, his face suddenly white. “You don’t think she was in that freighter with Stone?” He pulled out his comm. and pushed buttons.

Ludovic’s voice answered.

“Have you found anything?” van Tongeren said.

“We checked the wreck site as best we could.” Ludovic’s voice twanged with annoyance. “They put a missile into the wreck at close range and it burned like a furnace. Just as well it was pouring with rain.

We could have had a forest fire. As it is, we’ll be lucky to get near it tomorrow.”

Van Tongeren scowled. “How many bodies?”

“Can’t tell, boss. Um… who else?”

“The woman. Maybe.”

“Oh. Well, if she was with him, she’s dead. If they escaped the fire, they wouldn’t have escaped the karteks. We saw plenty of evidence of those.” Ludovic chuckled. “I wonder if they like their meat cooked?”

“Not funny, Ludovic.” Van Tongeren snapped the comlink closed.

Shit. Sean felt cold. He hoped she wasn’t dead, of course he did, but if she was, he was in trouble. But maybe she wasn’t. “You can’t be sure she’s dead. Maybe that’s what she wants you to think.”

Van Tongeren wheeled on him. “What do you mean?”

Sean shrugged. “She’s not stupid. Maybe she’s got some other reason for disappearing.” His eyes slid to Tepich, who sat unmoved in the chair. The man with the second, very lucrative, contract.

“Such as?”

Ah, yes. There was the rub. “She’s pretty straitlaced is Allysha. If she found out about the weapons smuggling she might have decided she didn’t want to play.”

Van Tongeren’s eyes narrowed. “How would she find out? Did you tell her?”

“Me? I haven’t been near her. But there’s the stuff in the hangar.”

The mine manager snorted but his expression cleared. “So where do you think she is?”

“Somewhere in the mine,” Sean said. “There’s nowhere else she could be. She can fool the IS.”

“Do you know how?” asked Tepich. He spoke softly, his voice surprisingly high pitched for such a big man.

“Believe me, if there’s an IS, she can fool it. For example, your system still says she’s in her room. I’m not as good as her but I can have a look for you, if you like. My name’s O’Reilly, by the way.” He took a stride toward the other, hand outstretched. “And you are?”

The big man pointedly ignored the proffered hand. “You may call me Tepich.” He took a deep breath and let it out. “This incident is unfortunate. I understand that Mister van Tongeren is impressed with your wife’s abilities. I have no doubt that we can come to an understanding.” He raised one fat finger. “But only if she is delivered.”

“Naturally,” said van Tongeren. “Right, O’Reilly, see if you can find out if she’s fooling the security system. Do you have any other suggestions?”

Unfortunate? You can say that again. They’d better find her or he was in deep shit. “Several. Keep her quarters under surveillance. Keep an eye on your inventory—bear in mind she can alter it. Double check your surveillance equipment. Even Allysha can’t get around cameras but you have to be sure they’re functioning. She can stop them. And keep a close eye on where she might go for food or shelter.”

“Shelter’s easy enough,” van Tongeren answered. “But as you say, she’ll need to eat.” He nodded to himself. “Don’t worry, Tepich, we’ll get her back for you. Tell your masters there will be a short delay.”

“It had better be a short delay, Mister van Tongeren,” Tepich said softly as he heaved himself to his feet.

“I don’t like it here. I don’t like the thought of alien artifacts and I don’t like the climate; it gives me asthma. If you will excuse me, I shall go to my room.”

Sean and van Tongeren shared a glance as the door closed behind the fat man.

“I’m not involved in her disappearance,” Sean said, shaking his head. “It’s not in my interests any more than yours.”

“No, I suppose not.” Van Tongeren walked around his desk and dropped into his chair. “All right. Get out. See if you can find out what she’s done to the computer system.” He flicked his hand in the direction of the door. “And tell my secretary to fetch Ludovic for me.”

Sean squared his shoulders and headed for the control room. He hadn’t expected to have to do anything technical here, fuck it. Stupid, stupid girl. They’d find her. She was trapped, with nowhere to go and no way of escape even if there was somewhere to go. She’d have to eat. Yes, she’d see sense. A few days, at most and she’d turn up. No one wanted to hurt her; she’d know that, surely.

“The venom takes time to act, Allysha. I’ll be all right for a while,” Brad said.

“An hour. I’ve seen the info on karteks, too. Sorry, not having that,” Allysha said. “You stay here and rest and I’ll get some antivenin.”

“Allysha…”

“The less you move around, the better. I’ll be okay. They can’t see me, remember?”

“They’ll be looking, darling.”

He’d saved her and risked his own life, and here he was, still worried about her. He really did care about her. And she really did care about him. She pressed a kiss on his lips and jumped into the lift before he could react. The door closed behind her. A faint, even light glowed, adding soft illumination to the tooled metal interior. The car didn’t even rock. So far so good. She crossed her fingers, took a deep breath and pressed the button for the next level. The car rose, smooth and silent, but the slight jolt when it stopped was enough to send a sharp tingle through her nerves. After a tiny pause, as though the system had to remember how to do something long forgotten, the door slid open. She stepped out, blew out a long, relieved breath, and waited for her heart rate to settle. The ptorix tunnel glowed with a soft phosphorescence, enough for her to see by. She scurried along, her feet scuffing over smooth, dusty stone until she reached another rock door. She checked the mine graphic again. Through here and to the right. This way she should be able to get into the new main drive and locate the first aid area.

She slipped around the ‘do not enter’ sign where the ptorix tunnel met the main passage and paused for a moment to calm herself. If she met anybody at this time of night, she’d be in trouble. She took out her techpack and had it gleam. Another two hundred meters to go; further than she thought. She’d be cutting it fine for time. She loped along, already feeling the burn in her legs. At last. Ahead, the red cross on the door of the first aid room shone with its own light. She slipped inside. A bed in an alcove took up most of one wall, its privacy curtain tied back. An array of instruments covered a desk in a corner and crowded shelves lined the walls. Allysha scanned the labels. Anesthetic antiseptic. She tutted. A for antivenin, surely. She kept looking; bandages, headache pills; Voices outside. Her heart racing, she darted into the alcove and jammed her back against the wall just as the door opened.Damn it. Please hurry .

“Won’t be a moment,” a male voice said.

Boots scraped on the floor. She wished she could peek but that would be silly. She could hear him breath. She mustn’t pant, mustn’t move. Her body ached with tension.

“Hurry the fuck up”, muttered a muffled voice. “If Ludovic catches you…”

“Keep yer shirt on.” The fellow in the room.

A muttered ‘ah’. A rustle, some soft scraping noises, a pop. Water ran in the sink. Swallowing. The door closed and the lights went out.

Allysha slumped against the wall for a moment to let the weakness drain away. A moment’s indulgence and she went back to the shelf. She’d have to hurry. How about K for kartek? Yes. She took the first of a row of bottles with a list of instructions on the front and shifted the others to fill the gap. She skimmed the instructions. She’d need a few other things; she grabbed antiseptic, synthskin, salve. She adjusted the inventory and checked the security system before she ventured out again. Guards in the control room, the kitchen, the store room. And some patrolling the corridors. She was about to move on when two more guards’ IDs appeared on the screen, as though they’d materialized from nowhere. Oh, buckrats. Her heart pounded again. They’d been searching the ptorix tunnels and just reappeared in the human sections, in range of the sensors.

She crouched in the first aid room as they prowled past, waving their laser rifles from side to side. Hurry hurry hurry. Get on with it. At last they disappeared. She ran, sprinting for the ptorix tunnels and back to the lift. On the way, she closed the rock door behind her and activated the seal. Even if they found the door, they wouldn’t be able to open it. She hoped.

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dead? She shook his shoulder. His head flopped from side to side. She’d have to be quick.

She knelt beside him and eased his pants down to his thighs, revealing grey undershorts. Blood had darkened the rent where the talon had scored through the material. She pushed his undershorts down as well.

The kartek slash was ugly, deep and ragged.

“I’m sorry, this may hurt a bit,” she said, just in case he could hear. She soaked a swab in strong antiseptic solution and delved deep into his flesh to swamp the wound. No reaction. She bit her lip. Not looking good.

She checked the instructions one more time and winced. This would hurt even more. She loaded up the applicator with antivenin and forced it down into the tissue as the directions stated, pressing on the plunger to release the tiny medibots which would destroy the venom. That done, she brought the two sides of the gash as close together as she could and covered the wound with synthskin. It stood out pink and stark against his dark flesh; he’d have a spectacular scar until his own skin grew back.

The instructions said he’d wake up soon; if he was going to. She sat with her back against the wall. She was tired; so tired. And she’d love a drink of water and some food. Brad lay unmoving, his facial muscles relaxed and peaceful. It seemed an age before his eyelids flickered. She crawled to his side. His lips twitched.

“Are you okay?”

His eyes opened, black as pitch. He breathed deep; in…out…in…out. After a moment, he spoke, his voice ragged and rough. “It feels pretty good. Thank you. I’ll need to rest a little, I think. What’s happening out there?”

“As you said. They’re searching the tunnels. The store rooms are guarded so I can’t get any food or anything and they’re starting to go into the ptorix tunnels, too. I’ve sealed the tunnel I went along to get the antivenin. Maybe nobody knows how to open it again.”

He nodded. “We need to lie low for a time, so they’ll give up looking for you. At the very least we’ll need water. Where is this place you talked about? The mountain garden?”