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“There are still rules. They’re still accountable to higher management.”
“Yeah, they’re accountable. The only accounting that matters is the balance sheet. We shouldn’t have filed on that ship, Ben. We shouldn’t have done it.”
“You’re not making sense. It’s the company’s rules. They set up the salvage rules. You’re saying they’re not going to follow them?”
“Ben, the rules aren’t supposed to cost the company money. That’sthe Rule behind the rules. I’ve had a bad feeling about this whole business from the begi
“If you don’t take the breaks you have you damn sure don’t win anything!”
“You’re all shiny new and bright polished. I was that a long time ago.” He took a mouthful of the beer and swallowed. “I remember when they started making this stuff, too. You don’t want to see the vats this came from.”
“Yeah, well, maybe everything you remember was better. Maybe everything now is shit. Or maybe it was always like this.”
“We didn’t always have the company on our necks. We didn’t always have them gouging every pe
“Here’s home, Bird. This is home.”
“Yeah,” he said. “It’s mine, too. But sometimes I’d like to kick its ass.”
Meg and Sal came in the door. They had to explain to them how it was.
Sal said, “Sons of bitches,” meaning, he hoped, the cops. But Meg and Sal were smarter than Ben in some ways. They shut right up, and said a di
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The gals didn’t even look much upset, just kind of shrugged it off and shook their heads as if two guys who got into somebody else’s trouble could expect police. Or maybe they were just trying to keep everybody level-headed, you never knew with women. They might be madder than hell and thinking how they’d like to break certain guys’ necks, but they’d think about it awhile and figure they were owedfor this, more than a couple of beers.
So they said they’d go straighten up, and they left. Ben lingered a minute finishing his beer and then said he’d go check the bank and make sure the money got logged right, which was an excuse: God only knew where Ben was really going.
Bird said, “Don’t you try anything.”
Ben said yeah and left.
Maybe he should have warned the gals about bugs. Probably they were chewing up him and Ben right now. But maybe it was better they did talk in the room, make whoever might be bugging the place think that they didn’t suspect a thing. They knew about the ship, all right. But they didn’t know what else there was to worry about.
Like that ‘driver sitting out there where that ship had come from.
‘Driver chewing away at what miners found—extracting and sorting and sending bucketloads to old Jupiter, who slowed it down again so the Shepherds could bring it in to be sheet and foam and such. Mama always assigned sectors according to the ‘drivers’ work patterns, so you knew there was one somewhere by, but betweenyou and the Well, with its business end pointed the other way. Anytime you thought about going near a ‘driver’s actual fire-path, you had to think about how big it was and how small you were and how what it threw came so fast you’d never know what hit you. ‘Driver paths were the one item of information Mama gave out for five or so sectors away, not even regarding the line that divided Rl work zone from R2. Every firing of the ‘drivers had to be logged and reported to Mama as to exact time. You couldn’t move a ‘driver without Mama’s permission. You sure couldn’t hide one.
So Mama just forgot to put a ‘driver on Dekker’s charts? It had been on the ones Mama dumped to Trinidad—right where Dekker had given them the coordinates for the accident.
Damn, you didn’t want to have thoughts like that.
Lot of pressure on Mama lately—a lot of crazy behaviors out of ASTEX’s upper echelons—like mandatory overtime in the factories, like trying to revise the contract with the Shepherds, to let them install a few company-trained crew members on Shepherd ships—a fool could see where that was heading. None of the Big Shakeups had ever made sense, but damn-all anybody could do if the Earth Company got behind it. Theycould change the rules, they could change the lawsif there was one in their way. The EC had so many senators in its pocket and the EC was so many people’s meal ticket in one way or another, especially with this ship construction boom; and there were so many blue-skyers bone ignorant about space and politics—
Living down at the bottom of the motherwell like his own brother did, writing him once a year about the wife and the kids and two pages at Earth to Belt mail rates about how he was putting in green beans this spring. God. Did people still think about things like that?
“Just sign this,” they said, and shoved a slate under Dekker’s hand—they had raised the bed up, propped him with pillows, but the trank was still thick and he could hardly focus. It was heavy g this time. It felt hard to breathe.
“What is this?” he asked, because he hadn’t gotten cooperation out of anybody in this place and he didn’t trust any of them. It might be a consent for them to go cutting on him, or giving him God knew what drug, and damned if he was going to sign it unread, in this place heavy as 1-deck.
They said—the theywho came and went sometimes, cops, doctors, orderlies, he wasn’t clear enough to figure that at the moment—”It’s just so you can get out of here. You want to get out of here, don’t you?”
“Go away,” he mumbled, sick at his stomach.
“Don’t you want to leave?” He had dropped the stylus. They put it back in his fingers.
He tried to get a look at it, then. It took a lot of work to make out the letters out of the general haze. But it said: AFFIDAVIT. Legal stuff. He worked some more at it. Finally he saw it was an accident report.
Accident. Hell.
He threw the thing. Maybe he broke it. It hit the wall and fell with a clatter like broken plastic. He thought, It wouldn’t do that upstairs.
He said, “I’m not signing anything without a lawyer.”
Hell of a mess they’d left. Meg was maddest about the jewelry. She sat there untangling earrings and swearing. “Ought to say we’re missing something. Serve the cops right.”
And Sal, sorting through the stubs of makeup pencils: “Blunted every damn point. Corp-rat pigs.”
“ Wehaven’t done anything.” It took some thinking, but that was the case. Meg unwound tiny chains and felt an upset at the pit of her stomach. “Sons of bitcheswhy the hell’d they toss everything together…”
Sal came over and leaned on her fist on the bed. Signed, fast and sharp, Careful. Which didn’t help the feeling in Meg’s stomach at all. If they were bugged, and the way things were going she’d believe it, they could make those bugs vid as well as audio.
They didn’t need this trouble. They wanteda chance at that ship, but they sure didn’t need this trouble, and trouble for the guys was what it smelled like.
They could move out. There were sleeperies besides the Hole. They could kiss Ben and Bird off and go find another lease after all; but if that second ship did come Bird’s way—