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Namely Morris Bird.
Freeru
So right now they were in a financial slump, Bird was under a strain, and Bird had odd touchy spots Ben never had been able to figure—all of which this Dekker had evidently hit on with his crazy behavior and his pretty-boy looks. Dekker was up there in their sleeping nook mumbling about losing his partner (damned careless of him!) and now Bird was mad at him, acting as if it was hisfault the guy was alive and the find that might have been their big break turned out complicated.
Maybe, he thought, Bird did want that ship as much as he did, maybe Bird was equally upset that this fellow was alive, Bird having this ethic about helping people—Bird might well be confused about what he was feeling.
Dangerous attitude to spread around, Ben thought, this charity business—and unfair, when Bird even thought about forgoing that ship for somebody who owed him and not the other way around, at his own partner’s expense. It was a way for Bird to get had, and a man as free-handed as Bird was needed help from a partner with a lasting reason to keep him in one piece.
“Bird?” he called out from the workstation. “I got your prelim calc. No complications but that ‘driver and our mass.”
Bird came over to him, Bird said he’d finish it up and call Mama. Bird touched him on the shoulder in a confusingly friendly way and said, “Get some sleep.”
Ben said, because he thought it might make Bird happier, “You. I’m wired.” At the bottom of his motives was the thought that a little time next to Dekker’s constant mumbling about Cory and his watch might make Bird a little less charitable to strangers.
But Bird said, “You. You’re the one needs it most.”
“What’s thatsupposed to mean?”
“It means what it means. You’re tired. You’ve worked your ass off Get some rest.”
“I don’t think I’ll sleep right off. That guy makes me nervous. This whole situation makes me nervous.”
“Bad day. Hard day.”
He decided Bird was being sane again. He was relieved. “You know,” he said, “we might just ought to get a statement out of this guy. You know. Besides pictures. I’m going to get a tape of this whole damn What-time-is-it? routine, show what we got to cope with. Might just prove our case.”
Bird shook his head.
“Bird, for God’s sake.”
“Ben,” he said firmly.
Ben did not understand. He flatly did not understand.
“Just go easy on him,” Bird said.
“So what’s he to us?”
“A human being.”
“That’s no damn recommendation,” Ben muttered. But it was definitely a mistake to argue with Bird in his present mood: Bird owned the ship. Ben shook his head. “I’ll just get the pictures.”
“You don’t understand, do you?”
“Understand what?”
“What if it was you out there?”
“I wouldn’t be in that damn mess, Bird! You wouldn’t be.”
“You’re that sure.”
“I’m sure.”
“Ben, you mind my asking—what ever happened to your folks?”
“What’s that to do with it?”
“Did theyever make a mistake?”
“My mama wasn’t the pilot.—That ship’s not going to be book mass, with that tank rupture. Center of mass is going to be off, too. Need to do a test burn in a little while, all right? I don’t want to leave anything to guesswork.”
“Yeah. Fine. Nothing rough. Remember we have a passenger.”
Ben frowned at him, and kept his mouth shut.
Bird said, pulling closer, “I got to tell you, Ben, right up front, we’re not robbing this poor sod. He’s got enough troubles. Hear me? Don’t you even be thinking about it.”
“It’s not robbing. It’s perfectly legal. It’s your rights, Bird, same as he has his. The same as he’d take his, if things were the other way around. That’s the way the system is set up to work.”
“There’s rights, and there’s what is right.”
“He’s not your friend! He’s not even anybody’s friend you know. Bird, for God’s sake, you got a major break here. Breaks like this don’t just fall into your lap, and they’re nothing if you don’t make them work for you. That’s why there’s laws—to even it up so you can work with people the way they are, Bird, not the way you want them to be.”
“You still have to look in mirrors.”
“What’s mirrors to do with anything?”
“If we’re due anything, we’re due the expenses.”
“Expenses, hell! We’re due haulage, medical stuff, chemkit, and a fat salvage fee at minim, we’re due that whole damn ship, is what we’re due, Bird.”
“It won’t work.”
“Hell if it won’t work, Bird! I’ll show it to you in the code. You want me to show it to you in the code?”
Bird looked put out with him. Bird said, with a sigh, “I know the rules.”
Bird had him completely puzzled. He took a chance, asked: “Bird,—have I done something wrong?”
“No. Just give me warning on that burn. I’m going to shoot some antibiotics into our passenger, get him a little more comfortable.”
Ben said, vexed, figuring to argue it later, “Better keep a ru
“There isn’t any damn tab, Ben! Quit thinking like a computer. The guy can have kidney and liver damage, he can have fractures, he can be concussed. You can calc a nice gentle burn while you’re at it. We’re not doing any sudden moves with him.”
“All right. Fine. Slow and easy.” Ben tapped the stylus at the keys, with temper boiling up in him as Bird left—downright hurt, when it came to it. He tapped it several times on the side of the board, shoved away from the toehold and caught up with Bird’s retreat. “Bird, dammit, what in hell have I done?”
Bird looked at him as if he were adding things in his head.
Maybe, Ben thought, maybe Bird just didn’t like to be argued with. Or maybe it was that pretty-boy face of Dekker’s. Dekker was a type he thoroughly detested, because for some people there didn’t need to be any sane reason to do them favors, didn’t matter they were dumb as shit or that they’d cut your throat for their advantage, people believed them because they looked good and they talked smooth. It suddenly dawned on him that Bird was acting soft-headed about this guy with no good reason; and he decided maybe Bird taking care of Dekker himself wasn’t a good idea at all. He said, quickly, quietly, “It’s the bank I’m worried about. And this guy’s intentions. He’s not in his right zone. He’s a long way from it. We don’t know him. Maybe he was thrown here, maybe he wasn’t. We don’t know what he is. He could be some drop-off from the rebels—”