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"This is the only installation known as the Eye on Welladay, isn't it?" he demanded curtly.
"What's left of it," Okker replied.
"Unavoidable. I… I intercepted a message, obviously from the pirates, setting up a contact point. I caught only part of it due to the storm's interference. Southern edge of the lagoon where the eye is centered."
Brack pointed to the lagoon harbor which the single big window of the harbormaster's control room overlooked. "Your control room is on the southern edge of the lagoon. This place is called the Eye. What other eyes are there on this fladding planet?"
Okker regarded him with a deep scowl, then slapped his thigh, and burst out into a cackle.
"You sure you heard where, and not when?" He pointed an accusing finger at the Investigator as he danced about in an excess of amusement.
"You fladding idiot, stop that!"
"I believe I can answer you, Investigator," Tallav said, his ma
Brack swung around toward the exit. "Let's go then!"
"To Crown?" Okker cackled, reinfected with illtimed amusement. "Not now. Eye's over Crown right now so they've made contact and the radioactive iodine is no doubt off-world. You blew it, Investigator!"
Brack seemed about to explode. Then, with a massive effort, he controlled himself and began to smile ominously. "No, that's where you're wrong, Okker. There can have been no contact because I disabled a small spaceship just after I picked up the message. Got a direct hit and saw it tumbling out of control. So that iodine is still on this world, waiting to be picked up. And I intend to do just that!"
"Not till the storm has cleared Crown, you aren't. Drones can't handle that kind of turbulence, not unless they go above it; and that's got to be too high for nonpressurized cabins," Okker told him.
"I hadn't pla
"Couldn't. Ain't even a fishboat left with sound seams. And," Okker pointed a nobby finger at the Investigator, "you just forget trying to make it in your spacecraft between now and the time the rest of the storm hits Crown. You couldn't do it on the trajectory you'd need."
"If only Sharkey were back with the boat he was testing," Tallav muttered, "that vessel could stand the trip. We have to get that iodine." Tallav turned to Okker. "Hasn't that squall along the coast lifted enough for us to find Sharkey? Where could he be?"
Okker shrugged. "That squall came up sudden. He probably had the good sense to head for the open sea to avoid getting smashed. He doesn't like to go seaward though," he contradicted himself, "so it won't hurt to look for him, before the whales do."
"Before the whales do?" Brack queried.
"Like I said, the whales don't like Sharkey. I'll get a weather picture. We're clear enough to receive…"
A bleep made the rest of his sentence inaudible.
"Odis to Eye, Odis to Eye: Drone-relay transmission. Proceeding Crown Lagoon at 1930 hours. Checking out spacecraft trajectory plotted toward Crown." A second raucous bleep.
"Of all the nerve," gasped Tallav, the first to recover.
"Must be that ship you shot up," Okker said to Brack with more respect than he had previously shown.
"He ought not to take such risks," Tallay muttered.
"Then he should be at Crown by now?" Brack asked in a tight voice, glancing up at the main chrono.
"Contact that drone, Okker," Tallav ordered. "Maybe we can relay a message to Odis to search for the iodine."
"Not if the eye's passed Crown," Okker grumbled, but his gnarled fingers sped with unexpected agility across the communications board. "Crown's a mighty good place to hide something on—it's full of hollows, caverns, and boulders."
"Get him to search the southern edge," Brack snapped.
"Yeah, that's right, isn't it," Okker said, glancing sideways at the Investigator.
Another unit began to chatter and a sheet of relay paper extruded from a slot.
"Weather relay from a satellite," Okker said, and grabbed the print before Tallav or Brack could. "Hmmm. Weather's closed in again over Crown, but see here," his stubby forefinger following the wispy leading edge of the mach-storm, "it's breaking up." He moved his finger to the right. "And we got some of the bonuses. If you want to find Sharkey, you'd better git. I'll transmit to Odis's drone. This weather looks like it'll clear in another couple of hours and he can look for the iodine. Can't do more'n that now."
"Be sure to tell him to search diligently for the iodine," Tallav was saying as Brack urged him out.
Another alert blasted and Tallav hesitated, his eyes widening at the distinctive sound.
"C'mon," Brack snapped.
"A sublight message?" Tallav moved back into the eye. "Now what?"
"Come!" Brack insisted.
"This is Federation Cruiser DLT-85F, Based Mirfak. A d-k has been received from your planet, Welladay. Coordinates Frame BE-27|186. Search and recover. Search and recover. D-k assigned to Mercy Ship Seginus X. Advise!"
"That pirate ship you shot down was a mercy boat. And it is now on Crown Lagoon," Okker snapped in a hard voice.
Tallav turned slowly to Brack, his face pale.
"Your pirates are more ingenious than we've given them credit for. Using a mercy boat as a contact vessel. Very clever. We must outsmart them. Catch them red-handed. Let's go, Tallav!"
Then Brack pulled the stu
"I'm glad it wasn't you, Murv," Odis shouted, trying to make himself heard above the storm.
Murv nodded, gri
"Who is it?"
Even with Odis's lips tickling his ear, Murv could barely hear above the keening wind. He shrugged, then put his mouth to Odis's ear. "Someone stealing a fishboat, sneaking out under cover of the squall at Shoulder?" He had to repeat his words twice before Odis caught the entire sentence.
"Not past Okker. Only two boats seaworthy, anyhow. No parts!"
"Okker might be in it!"
Odis stared at Murv for a long moment, then shook his head vehemently, denying that possibility. So Murv shrugged and patted the cube of iodine significantly. Odis gri
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