The Icarus Hunt

Ixil was drifting around the cramped space of the engine section like amassive cloud, checking and double-checking monitors and indicators as he eased thethrusters and stardrive back to life. "I'm glad to see you're all right," hesaid, dropping his eyes to Pax as I gave the ferret a nudge that sent himfloating through the air in Ixil's direction, squeaking happily as his clawsscrabbled through the air in search of a pawhold. "Both of you," he added asPax reached him and clawed his way up the tunic to his accustomed place on Ixil'sshoulder. "Any problems?"

"Hang on to your teeth," I advised, crossing toward the access panel into thesmall sphere, which Tera had thoughtfully left open for me. "I'll make you asmall wager you're not going to believe the ride Pax and I had."

The tangle of wiring on this side of the sphere was as bad as the matching seton the other side had been. Now, though, after Cameron's assurances that thestuff was stronger than it looked, I was far less concerned that an accidentalbump might irrevocably damage something. Accordingly, I plowed my way inside, pushing the wires and conduits aside with relatively reckless abandon, and asa result took only five minutes to reach the mesh instead of the hour it hadtaken me going in from the opposite side.

Hovering just inside the mesh, I pulled out a pad and scribbled a quick noteto Cameron, warning him again not to budge from his private hermitage until oneof the ferrets or I came for him. I stuffed the note into the pack, and withcareful aim sent the whole bundle dropping gently toward the end of thecontrol arm. At the last minute it occurred to me that perhaps having the pack bumpinto the end wouldn't be enough, that it might require an actual grip of some sortto trigger the mechanism. If so, I would have to figure out a way to retrieve thebag and send it back down with Pix strapped somehow to it. At that point Iwould also have to figure out how to explain the ferret's disappearance to the restof the crew, because the last thing I could afford would be for Pix to suddenlyappear in the center of the large sphere with the whole bunch of us in therewith him.

But evidently a grip was not required. The bag slid down the arm to the end, and without any fuss whatsoever it vanished. There was a faint, brief breeze asair rushed into the hole where it had been, and that was that.

I worked my way out back to the rim—another five-minute trip—and climbed outinto the engine section. Ixil was strapped into the control chair now, bothferrets on his shoulders, a look on his face that I'd never seen before. "So," said conversationally as I swung the hinged breaker panel closed again overthe access hole. "What do you think?"

With an obvious effort he focused on me. "It's unbelievable," he said quietly.

"Absolutely unbelievable."

"Isn't it though," I agreed. "But it's real."

Absently, Ixil reached up to rub Pax's head. "We can't let the others knowabout this," he said. "The Patth would be willing to topple whole governments iftheyreally knew what it was they were chasing."

"Yes, I've already worked through the logic," I assured him. "Including thefact that we can't tell Tera, either."

The ferrets did one of their unison twitches. "Because we work for Brother John?"

"And because turning the Icarus over to him would more than buy our way clearof the whole organization," I said. "She doesn't trust us as it is—she'd spot- weld our butts to the hull if she knew the bargaining chip we held here."

"Yes." Ixil was silent a moment. "Which unfortunately loops us back to thequestion of our immediate future."

I grimaced. "I don't think we have any choice," I said. "Unless we want to sitout here and watch Shawn die, we have to go get him some more borandis."

"I wonder," Ixil said thoughtfully. "We have only his word that he even hasthe disease, you know. As I recall, Everett was unable to either confirm or denyit.

What if he's faking all this, with these seizures his way of pulling us out ofhiding before we're ready?"

"In that case, we're back to the question of why he didn't betray us earlierand save everyone a lot of trouble," I reminded him.

"I suppose." He eyed me closely. "You wouldn't be holding out on me, wouldyou?"

"Holding out how?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't know," he said with a shrug. "Actually considering offering theIcarus to Brother John without consulting me first, for example."

"Don't be silly," I said, putting some huff into my voice. "Though you have toadmit that would be one way to keep it safe."

" 'Safe' being an extremely relative term."

"True," I conceded. "Still, Brother John could probably give even the Patth apretty good run for their money."

"And of course, turning such a plum over to him would give us a giant step upin the Antoniewicz organization," he continued. "Don't pretend that hadn'talreadyoccurred to you, either."

"Occurred, pondered, and dismissed," I assured him. "I have plenty of faults, but ambition on that scale isn't one of them." I cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Unless you'd like to take a shot at it."

"What, be the first nonhuman in Antoniewicz's direct line of command?" heasked dryly. "Thanks, but I think I'll pass."

I waved a hand. "Up to you. By the way, do you happen to know if Nicabar'sgotten Shawn back inside the ship yet?"

"Yes, they came in while you were inside the small sphere," he said. "Terawill let us know when the wraparound's been repressurized." He cocked his head tothe side. "She seemed rather a

"Actually, there's very little work left to do," I said with a shrug. "Ialreadyknow where we're heading."

"And that is?"

I cleared my throat. "I thought we'd try the Grand Feast of Plorins onPalmary."

The ferrets twitched again, quite impressively this time. "You are joking,"

Ixil said. "The Grand Feast of Plorins?"

"Can you think of a better place to hide than square in the middle of awall-to-wall crowd of people?" I asked reasonably.

"With half the thieves, lifters, and cons for two hundred light-years workingthat same crowd?" he countered. "And, as a consequence, half the badgemen forthe same two hundred light-years there to keep an eye on them? And both groupsbusy looking for us?"

"Of course it's crazy," I agreed. "That's why no one will be expecting it."

He shook his head. But at least the ferrets had settled down again. He must begetting used to the idea. " 'Crazy' isn't nearly strong enough a word," hesaid with a sigh. "But under the circumstances I suppose it's as good a plan asany."

"That's the spirit," I said approvingly. "Besides, they'll be watching everyport within a thousand light-years of Utheno anyway. The bigger the clog ofspace traffic we sneak in under, the better the chances they'll miss uscompletely."

He gave me one of his repertoire of sour looks. "And the more confusion andpanic we can stir up if they don't?"

I shrugged. "Something like that."

The intercom clicked. "McKell?" Tera's voice came. "Wraparound's ready again.

You feel like getting your butt in here and finding us a place to land?"

"Yes, dear," I murmured.

"What was that?"

"I said I'll be right there," I said. "And tell Revs to get back here and giveIxil a hand with the startup procedure."

PALMARY WAS ONE of those semi-independent colony worlds that, while relativelynewly settled, still somehow managed to seem like it had been there forever.

Part of that was the fact that, unlike most colonies, there was no dominantspecies controlling most of the local real estate. The Trinkians had found theworld about twenty years ago and started its development, but within a fewyearsthey'd been joined by Wanch settlers, Porpyfian miners, and k'Tra foresters.