The Iron Admiral: Conspiracy (13 page)

He stirred, made to sit up but she pushed him down with a gentle hand. “Let me drive for a while.”

She straddled him, guided him into her and then eased herself down. Oh, this was nice. What a man,

what a delicious man. Her hands gliding over his body, she rode him, wriggled her hips. His lips parted in

a moan of pleasure, while his fingers flexed on her thighs. Allysha leaned over him and rubbed her

breasts

against his chest. He kissed her, flicking her tongue with his own, his fingers in her hair.

“Roll over,” he murmured against her lips.

“Take it slow,” she whispered as he carefully moved on top of her. “There’s no hurry.”

It was beautiful, sensual. She wound her arms around him and enjoyed his body, breathed in his scent, felt hard muscles under smooth skin while he kept himself to the pace she set. She played him like an instrument, increasing the tempo until her blood raced and she arched, moaning, as she climaxed. Her

reaction was enough to send him over the edge; he grunted and convulsed as he came.

She slid her fingers through his hair, damp with sweat. “Now that was nice,” she murmured, her lips

against his throat.

That was unutterably delicious. She groped for words. Despite his lack of skill there had been a

closeness with him that she’d never felt before with anyone, a real attempt to please her, to show her he cared.

He rolled off and nuzzled the soft skin of her neck. “Oh, Allysha, why didn’t I meet you sooner?”

What a very good question. Her stomach rumbled. “Shouldn’t we eat some of that fruit?”

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glowed on his hip. He noticed her interest. “It’s fine.”

“No damage done? From the unexpected exercise?”

The unexpected exercise had been a delight, a relief. He couldn’t wait to do it again. “None.”

His leg felt a little bit sore but not enough to worry about. He gathered up the fruit and carried it to the pool where the falling water whispered its melody. Lichens and simple growing things, black and red and russet, filled the intricate carving in the rockwork. A couple of tiny lizard creatures came down to drink and graze.

They sat together on the stone edge and he showed her how to peel the mamangs, sucking the rich red

pulp from the stone. Sweet and rich and full of flavor. She sat beside him, her lovely naked body

gleaming with moisture. It was all he could do to remember to eat. He’d never wanted a woman the way

he wanted this one.

“These would be delicious with curry, you know,” she said.

“You’re right, they would. We can test the theory when we get out of here. I’m starting to think we

should try and steal that Centurion.”

She stopped in mid-suck, red pulp dribbling from her lip. “You’re not serious.”

“Well, if they think I’m dead, I doubt if they imagine you would steal it.”

She licked her lips. “I guess so.”

Her sudden frown startled him. She’d gone tense, listening. “What?”

“Can you hear that?”

A low-pitched thrum. An aircraft, moving slowly. Searching. Coming this way. They wouldn’t be able to land; the jungle was too thick. And they’d be taking a huge risk to fly down this narrow part of the

subsidence but they could use heat sensors.

He grabbed her hand and dragged her into the pool. “Get under the waterfall.”

She swam smoothly, arched her body and disappeared beneath the surface. He dived and kicked

strongly, the roar of the falls loud in his ears. He hadn’t done this sort of thing since he’d been a boy, still on Ceres, before his family was massacred. He popped up beside her. The falling water formed a

glittering, translucent sheet. It should be enough to fool heat sensors and they wouldn’t be visible here in the shelter of the rocks. “Keep down.”

The water cooled him, sucked the remaining heat from the wound. He couldn’t hear the aircraft any

more, the sound drowned by the falls. Another minute. She shared a look with him. He slipped forward, to the edge of the curtain of water and peered into the sky. Nothing. He gestured to her and they swam back to the steps.

“We’ll go for the Centurion tonight,” he said. “After we’ve had some sleep.”

She grinned, her green eyes sparkling like sun on new leaves. “Just sleep?”

“Hmmm. Maybe not.”

Allysha’s techpack glowed brightly in the lift foyer. They’d changed the admin password to the system but that hardly mattered; she always left a loophole for herself. “Looks like they’re not patrolling

anymore.”

“They don’t have enough staff,” Brad said. “They’ve set up guards at the most likely places, though, and the exit from the mine.”

“That’ll make life difficult.”

“I think we can get around it.”

They had to get out the front entrance to reach the Centurion, past two guards and then more guards at the landing pad. Easy-peasy.

“Now check; are our IDs still in your quarters?”

Well, of course they would be, but she checked anyway. “Yes.”

They took the lift to the second level and followed the route she’d taken to collect the antivenin. As she’d hoped, the ptorix tunnel was still sealed. She opened the door and they hurried to the main tunnel while she kept checking security. One in the control room, two in the hangar, two at the front entrance, two in stores, one in the kitchen, one in her room and another two on the landing pad.

“Show me,” Brad said. “Who’s at the front entrance?”

She brought up the pictures from the personnel records. “Hey, they’re miners.”

He nodded. “They don’t have enough security staff to cover everything for a whole day. Good. That

gives us an advantage.”

“It does?”

“Yes. Neither of them have a background in the military, for instance, or it would have shown up on their profiles.”

“Yes, but they have weapons. You realize, don’t you, that as soon as we step into that drive they’ll see us?”

He simply ignored her, as though it didn’t matter, damn it. “Can you block their comlinks?”

“Just for those two?” She checked the system settings. Yes, easy enough, a simple transmit and receive setting for an ID. “Yes. Now?”

“No, not yet.” He switched to implant. “You will stay hidden until I tell you.As soon as I step into the tunnel, you kill those comlinks. Understood? ”

Huh.Whatever you say . Who did he think he was? “Okay.”

He pulled out his pistol, checked it, caught her eyes in a meaningful glance, and stepped into the tunnel.

Allysha deactivated the two comlinks and connected to the sensors so she could see what he was doing.

The guards stood on opposite sides of the closed entrance. Stood was probably the wrong word. One

of them yawned and rubbed a hand over his mouth. The other one swung his laser rifle in an arc as if to give his arm some exercise. Tired and bored, they didn’t see Brad immediately. He walked toward them

as if he belonged. But then again, they’d been told to look for a woman, hadn’t they? The one who’d

yawned straightened up, jerked his head at his colleague who stopped swinging the rifle. They both

turned toward Brad.

“Drop the weapon, Stone, and put your hands on your head. Come out, little lady, or your boyfriend

gets it.”

Ludovic. His voice dripped gloat. Where had he come from?

“Stay where you are,” Brad said through his implant.

She stepped through the door ignoring Brad’s angry stare. “Don’t hurt him. This is nothing to do with him.”

“Very good, little lady. I’m sure Mister van Tongeren and Mister Tepich will be thrilled to see you.”

He lifted his comlink as the two guards jogged up the tunnel toward them. Well, she could stop him from contacting van Tongeren, anyway. She shut down the security system.

The gloating smile on Ludovic’s face faded, replaced with a frown as he pressed buttons, switched

channels. She suppressed the smile. “My comlink’s broken. Can you two get a channel?”

“Did you do that?” Brad.

“Yes.”

“Be ready to move.”

The two men tried their devices, exchanging glances, their attention on the comlinks in their hands.

Brad spun around and smashed his forearm against Ludovic’s face. Blood spurting from a cut on his

eyebrow he staggered back, his pistol clattering to the ground. Brad caught his arm, pivoted and flung him toward the other two, following hard in his wake. A red beam flared from a pistol, zipping over

Brad’s shoulder. His fist crashed into the man’s jaw throwing him backwards. Ludovic scrambled to his knees. Brad kicked him in the side of the head. He collapsed. Allysha scooped up Ludovic’s pistol and fired at the third man. He groaned, clutching at his arm. She’d shot someone. Bile rose. She swallowed, quickly, as Brad jogged over to her.

“Well done.” His chest heaving, he took her arm. “We’ll have to be quick.”

He collected the guards’ fallen weapons, stuck Ludovic’s pistol in his belt and slung the two rifles over his shoulder. One of the men groaned and made to sit up. Brad shot him. She stared at him, her stomach roiling, aghast.

“You just killed him. Like that.”

He glanced at her. “Stunned. He’ll hurt, but he’ll live.”

A jerk of his head and they were off. He closed the personnel door behind them and destroyed the lock with a blast from a laser rifle. Then they hurried along the road to the landing platform. Without climate conditioning the air was warm and humid and very still. The night smelled of damp earth but at least the rain had stopped. Even so, heavy droplets plonked down from the overhead canopy onto their shoulders

and heads.

“What happened back there?” Brad asked as they jogged along. “They knew where we were.”

“Yes. I suppose they must have got Sean to look at the code.”

“He can do what you do?”

“He’s a good engineer. Not as good as me, but good with human systems.”

“So we didn’t see Ludovic on the screen because–,”

“Because Sean used my function to hide him, yes.”

Rain started to fall again, hard and strong, beating a tattoo on the road.

“Hm. We’ll have to be careful. We might be expected.”

“True. But they won’t know where we are, either.”

The platform, bathed in light, towered into the sky just ahead.

She ran a hand back through her sodden hair. “What now?”

“They’ll be expecting you to turn up, under guard. So that’s what we’ll do.Call the lift but stay concealed

.”

The way he said it, just like giving orders. She called the lift down. Nerves tingled everywhere. Her mouth was dry.

The lift soughed open. Empty. Brad nudged her forward and they slipped inside. He held the laser rifle he’d stolen from the guards in both hands. “You go first, understood?”

She nodded.

The guards had taken refuge from the rain as best they could against the Centurion’s sides. She walked forward, aware of him behind her.

“When I tell you, drop.”

“Yes.”

He stopped. The two men came toward him, weapons unslung, through driving rain.

“Now.”

She dropped into a crouch. The red beam sizzled over her head. Slammed backwards, the guard fell

onto his back, still twitching. One down. A beam seared toward her, over her head. Brad fired again but the other one scurried around behind the space ship, returning fire. She slithered across the wet surface.

The first guard’s gun lay where he’d dropped it. She gathered it up, rested her weight on her elbows.

She’d never done this before. Oh, buckrats. You pointed that end, pressed the trigger button. It couldn’t be that hard. The guard slammed off another beam.

She aimed, and pressed the trigger. The laser beam shot out. She missed. He swung around, his mouth

an O of surprise. Brad’s next shot caught him in the back and pitched him forward on his face.

Her heart hammered harder than the rain. She wasn’t used to this sort of thing. But at least she hadn’t killed him.

“Well done. Let’s go. We’re sure to get company.” Brad flicked his fingers without looking at her,

already on the way to the Crusader.

She pinged the connection to the ship’s IS. Secure, of course, as it would have been for the K-400. But every ship, she had learnt, had a manual override in case of system failure. She had a set of codes she’d dragged from the InfoDroid, like a set of keys for different shaped locks. The third code got her in. She found the encrypted pilot codes embedded in a secure data layer and started a function on her techpack to crack the crypt. Five minutes, seven. At last.

A siren began to wail from the direction of the mine, loud and strident above the thunder of the rain.

They’d hear it in the settlement; that was the idea. Concentrate, Allysha.

This was a bit different. The ship worked on cards, not implants and she didn’t have a card. Damn. She concentrated, pushing down the panic reflex. Brad had an ID card for the mine; she’d try that. She

replaced the pilot entries with Brad’s name and his Tisyphor ID card and withdrew.

Water soaked her hair and dripped down her neck. She blew at a droplet that had collected on her

nose. “Okay, we’re ready to go. I hope.”She pointed at a slot next to the closed ramp. “Slide your ID

card in here.”

He slid the card in, a panel opened and he hit the revealed button. Accepted. Allysha heaved a sigh of relief as, drive motors whirring, the ship extended its landing ramp. They ran inside, shaking themselves like wet canines, before the endplate hit the platform.

“No talking IS on this ship.” She spoke normally but her heart still pounded.

“It’s GPR. I wouldn’t have expected it to.” He hit the button to withdraw the ramp.

They stood in a foyer, with hatches to two sides. Brad went forward, into a semi-circular cockpit. Three upholstered seats faced arrays of instruments and displays that cast a soft, multi-colored light. The ship wasn’t new but it had been well maintained. He holstered his pistol and slid into the pilot’s seat in front of