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“Tarb! Be careful.”
Chrissie’s warning was too late. He was already edging out to where the bare rock started.
“It’s all right. It’s business as usual for them, there’s no sign they see me. Maybe they don’t have good eyes. But I think we’ve confirmed what Dag Korin suspected when he first looked at the space images. This is a military operation. These critters move like a military organization, they’re disciplined and in unison when they march. Hold on. They’re lining up now. Hold on.”
Chrissie, hanging farther back, could see nothing. She waited for what felt like minutes, until Tarbush at last said, “Well, I’ll be damned. They’re going away. They’re filing into one of the buildings — every one of them, including what I thought were the guards for the fence. What’s with them? Lunch break? Party time?”
“Keep your head down!”
Tarbush in his curiosity was beyond the cover of the scrub. “It’s all right. There’s no sign of them any more. Hold on a second, though. I’m wrong, here’s one coming out. Lighter-colored, a bit bigger, like … Oh my God.”
“What?”
“It’s a person. A man. Vow-of-Silence was right. There’s a human inside the encampment.”
“Is anyone with him? Is he a prisoner?”
“Doesn’t look like it. He’s on his own. He’s moving toward the fence — he’s coming this way. What do we do?”
Chrissie couldn’t stand it any longer. She hurried forward to Tarbush’s side and stared at the approaching figure, still about fifty meters away. “It must be Friday Indigo. He’s wearing the same style and color of clothing as Bony and Liddy. It was standard issue for the Mood Indigo. He’s limping.”
“Maybe he’s hurt. He sure looks like hell. He probably took quite a beating in the storm when his ship was driven ashore. But he’s smiling — and he’s waving. Chrissie, he knows we’re here. What do we do now?”
“We ought to turn and run. We were told, no risks.”
“Deb said, turn back if there’s any sign of trouble. There hasn’t been any. Chrissie, we’ve at least got to wait long enough to say hello to him. He’s unarmed, and he seems pleased that we’re here — look at that grin, even though he can’t possibly know who we are or where we came from.”
“I don’t know.” Chrissie sounded troubled, but she made no move.
“Hello there.” The approaching man called the greeting. He had passed through the fence and was still gri
“I’m Chrissie Winger, and this is Tarbush Hanson. We came here on a ship called the Hero’s Return. But you’re hurt.”
Now that he was closer, Chrissie could see streaks of dried blood ru
“Oh, that’s nothing.” He was still gri
“You mean the people who made this?” Chrissie waved her hand, to take in the encampment, with its cleared airstrip and the tri-lobed aircraft ready for flight.
“Who else? Come on, I’ll introduce you. You need to meet Two-Four, he’s a fu
He had turned and was leading the way toward the fence and the encampment. Chrissie began to follow, but Tarbush said, “Wait a minute. These people you want us to meet. Are they people ? Or are they aliens?”
“They’re the Malacostracans — bit of a mouthful at first, but you’ll get used to saying it.” Friday was still walking, and they were at the gate to the fence. “They’re people, but not exactly like us. I mean, not actual humans. But that’s all right, because they’re better than humans. Far better.”
“Now let’s hold it right here.” Tarbush had stopped just inside the gate, and he and Chrissie were looking at each other. “I can see I’d think well of anyone who saved my life — but better than humans? I don’t like the sound of that. Did something else happen to you, messing up your head? Your ears have been bleeding.”
“My head is better than it’s ever been. I’ve never thought so well and so clearly.” Friday turned back to them. “Come on. If you’re lucky, The One will make you feel the same way.”
Chrissie took a step backward, away from the buildings. “Who is this `The One’ that you keep talking about?”
“The leader of the Malacostracans. She’s beautiful. Oh, don’t judge by those specimens. They’re lower level and they look nothing like her.”
Friday was pointing toward another of the buildings. Three creatures had emerged.
“Those are the ones I saw before.” Tarbush grabbed Chrissie’s arm. “Let’s get out of here. It was stupid to come this far.”
“Not stupid at all.” Friday called after them. “Hey, it’s ru
Chrissie and Tarbush ran faster than ever. They were almost at the edge of the cleared area when Tarbush risked a quick look back. Friday Indigo was standing where they had left him, still urging them not to run away. The three dark-shelled aliens had advanced to stand by his side. They carried black canes, which they were lifting to point toward the humans.
“Down, Chrissie. I think they’re going to fire.” Tarbush started to throw himself flat. Two more meters, and they would reach the safety of the scrub.
He heard a faint popping from behind, like the bursting of children’s small balloons. Then his brain was boiling, turning to liquid and spouting out of his ears. He heard Chrissie scream, and he began his own matching scream which was never completed.
They were diving forward, seeking cover — and unconscious before they hit the ground.
27: ON BOARD THE HERO’S RETURN
“Nine, eight, so seven’s next. Or did I do seven already?”
Bony was muttering to himself, counting hull partitions as he crawled past them.
He had already seen more than enough partitions. The Hero’s Return was divided along its entire length into twenty-meter segments, each separated from its neighbors by bulkheads strong enough to allow vacuum on either side. That was all very well for a cruiser in space, where during a battle any section might be breached by enemy weapons; but when you were down on the seabed of an alien planet, with vacuum a longed-for memory, partitions were nothing more than a nuisance with sealed hatches to be negotiated at each one.
Water was seeping into the ship, slowly but steadily, and Bony wanted to know where it came from. The ship’s external sensors were no longer working, which meant he had to examine the condition of the outer and i
He had begun without a suit, and learned by the fourth segment that was a mistake. The Hero’s Return did not have a bilge like a seagoing vessel, but in a gravity field everything seeped down to pool in the curved space between the i
“Six — or is it five?” Bony crawled grimly on, oily water covering him to shoulder level and casting rainbow reflections from the light in his suit’s helmet. Never before had he realized the true size of a Class Five cruiser. But now he was far past the ship’s midpoint, and the curve of the hull was upward. Another couple of sections and he should have ascended until he was above the water level.