Maii asked.
<It could probably open the docking bay doors, but that would be too obvious. All it’s good for at the moment is gathering information and keeping automatic security off our tails.>
<It seems to be doing a good enough job at that, anyway.> Another vibration rippled through the corridor, followed quickly by another. The wailing alarm changed pitch, becoming more shrill and urgent. <It’s a shame it can’t do anything about the Random Valence ships....>
“That was no warning shot,” said Ansourian, steadying himself against a wall.
Roche forced herself to keep walking even as the floor moved beneath her feet. <Box, are they firing back?>
<All A-P cannon emplacements have been ordered to retaliate. Nine free vessels have sided with Perdue and are joining the fight. However, more vessels are on their way from Random Valence.>
<Who has the advantage?>
<Perdue should hold. Its structure is more than capable of bearing the brunt of such an attack, and given the extra ships, I doubt the attackers will be able to board at any point.>
<What about our scutters? Could one of them make it through the defense?>
<If it declares for Perdue’s side, then it will most likely be allowed into the fray.>
<Okay. I’ll get Cane out there now, to save time later.> She got Kajic on the line and instructed Cane to take the scutter as the Box had suggested. Kajic didn’t ask how she had found out about the battle; she hoped that he simply assumed that she had learned about it via Maii.
Still linked via n-space, she noted that the reave was occasionally glancing away from where they were headed in the tunnels to the people surrounding them in the habitat. Even in the maintenance infrastructure, they weren’t completely alone. The ones that weren’t shielded were mostly thinking about what was going on: curious, concerned, frightened, angry... Only a handful were hoping the attackers would win, and none of them had any specific thoughts about the enemy. If there was a connection between the attack and the clone warriors, Roche had yet to find proof of it.
<Any sign of the enemy?> she asked Maii.
<1 still can’t pinpoint them the way you can. Want to try?>
<It couldn’t hurt.>
Roche tried to concentrate on walking as well as the mental landscape of the habitat. The rapid progression of minds was as disorienting in its own way as the incessant but irregular grumbling of the walls and floor. Mind after mind rolled by, until—
<There’s one! Back up. There.> The pitlike mind was in a group of three or four others, all stationary. <Where is it?>
<Hard to tell,> said Maii. <I think it’s the same place we were looking before.>
<The administer’s audience chamber?> Roche asked.
<Possibly. Or maybe even her private rooms.>
Ansourian brought them to a halt when they came to a closed door.
“On the other side of this bulkhead is the corridor leading to the holding cells,” he said. “I don’t know what’s waiting for us there. It could be messy.”
<Box?>
<It’s empty. Two guards are at the entrance to the holding cells, though not in line of sight.>
<Good. Keep me posted as we get closer.>
<There is one thing, Morgan,> the Box said, before she could turn her attention back to Ansourian. <I have just intercepted a coded security bulletin. Inderdeep Jans is dead. She was just found in her chambers with her neck broken.
<Who killed her?>
<That is the curious thing. Obviously the crime scene is awaiting a thorough forensic examination, and no firm conclusions should be drawn without—>
<Come on, Box!>
<It would seem that you are the main suspect, Morgan.>
<Me?>
<All available security officers have been advised that you and other members of your crew are presently on the loose and, according to the security bulletin, quote, required to assist the investigation, unquote. They have been instructed to use force to bring you in.>
<Lethal force?>
<If necessary.>
Her face must have shown something. When she focused once again on Ansourian, he was staring at her.
“What’s happened?”
“The administer...” Roche began, then hesitated, debating for a moment whether or not to tell him. The news had the potential to distract him, a distraction she couldn’t afford right now. Nevertheless, he did have the right to know. “The administer is dead,” she finally said. “Assassinated, it would seem.”
His expression flickered, and for the briefest moment she glimpsed a grief that surprised her. Even knowing that Jans was involved in the attack on him, Ansourian still felt compassion for the woman.
Catching Roche’s surprise, he said: “For all her failings, she didn’t deserve this.”
Roche nodded. “I understand,” she said. She allowed a moment’s pause before gesturing to the door. “I’m sorry, Ansourian, but we have to keep moving.”
All trace of sadness vanished from his expression as quickly as it had appeared. “Do you want me to go first?” he said, jerking a thumb at the door in front of them.
Roche flipped her helmet closed. “No, I’ll go. The suit will hold for a second or two, if it has to. You just open it.”
He nodded and stepped back. The lock glowed green, and the door slid aside.
Roche stepped into the corridor, confident that the Box knew what it was talking about but wary of any new developments it may have overlooked. As promised, though, there were no guards in sight.
“Clear,” she whispered.
Ansourian stepped out of the tunnel with Maii. The girl’s visor was also closed, and she kept one hand close to her pistol at all times.
Ansourian indicated the passage to their right, and they walked that way. Two guards came into view thirty seconds later, one on either side of a door two meters wide. They seemed alert but not especially concerned at seeing Ansourian and his companions as they approached.
<What’s on the other side of the door?> she asked the Box. <A rectangular grid thirty-five meters across, with ten corridors in two groups of five crossing at right angles. There are normally twenty guards, one at each end of each corridor, but half have been reassigned during the attack. There are one hundred cells in all. Alta Ansourian is in number 77.>
<Are the guards shielded, Maii?>
<Neither of the ones ahead,> said Maii. <But there are two on the other side of the door that are.>
Roche didn’t know what Ansourian had planned, so to forestall anything precipitous, she said to Maii: <Tell Ansourian his daughter is in Cell 77, in case he doesn’t know. We’ll take care of these guards.>
<Okay, Morgan.> There was a brief pause as Maii relayed the message. <He sends his thanks,> she told Roche.
Roche nodded. <Now, what about these guards, Maii?>
<Already taken care of,> she said.
<Okay, then let’s move.>
Influenced by Maii’s powers, the guards stepped aside as they approached and waved them through; then, when the heavy door had closed behind them again, they promptly forgot they had ever seen the intruders.
Ansourian automatically took off along the nearest of the black-gray corridors. He seemed unconcerned by the strong jolts that occasionally rattled and shuddered through the walls. Roche followed him, keeping a close eye out for the two shielded guards. They turned right, then left, passing sturdy-looking doors with numeric keypads instead of locks. There was no way to determine whether the cells were empty or not, however, as the window in each door was shuttered closed.
When they reached Alta’s cell, Roche noticed a guard standing motionless at the far end of the corridor. She assumed he was unshielded and controlled by Maii, since he didn’t seem too concerned about the presence of visitors to the cell block.
Anso
urian quickly tapped the appropriate code into the keypad of his daughter’s cell. Nothing happened.
“They’ve changed the codes,” he hissed. “We’ll have to blast our way in. Is your pistol up to it?”
“It’ll have to be.” She removed it from her holster and took careful aim. <Box? Help me out here, okay?>
<The door is already unlocked,> it said.
<Thanks.> She fired, and the door sprang open. Roche looked up. The guard hadn’t reacted to the noise, but she could hear the inquiries of someone who had.
“Inside!” She pushed Ansourian and Maii into the cell, followed them in and shut the door.
Alta was sitting on a low bunk. She looked up, surprised, when she saw them enter.
“Father!” A smaller, female version of Atul Ansourian, with dark eyes and a small tattoo on her throat, sprang to her feet to embrace him.
<One guard is approaching your location,> said the Box.
<I hear him> She waited, pistol at the ready. The smell of energy-fire would linger for a while. If it was strong enough, the guard might realize immediately where they were. If it wasn’t, he might just keep walking, which would at least give them an extra minute or two. As far as Roche was concerned, every second was valuable.
The footsteps stopped directly outside the cell.
Roche didn’t hesitate: she opened the door and fired her pistol. The bolt of energy caught the guard on the shoulder of his armor, spinning him heavily into the wall. While he was distracted, Maii penetrated his shield and rendered him unconscious.
He fell to the ground with a thud, his weapon sent clattering along the floor. But Roche didn’t dare hope that he would be the last of their problems. There was one more unshielded guard in the complex, and she had now fired two shots.
“Quickly!” said Roche back over her shoulder. “Get her into that suit!”
Without a word, Alta slipped into the OSFA suit her father had brought.
Roche edged back out of the corridor, using the Box to scan the corridor of the holding cell grid. Aside from the unconscious guard outside Alta’s cell, she counted eight others: five along one wall and three along the other, all subdued by Maii. One was missing.
<Any guesses, Maii?>
<He must’ve slipped out to get help.>
The Box thought otherwise. <The checkpoint door has not opened since we came through it.>
<So check the cells, then,> said Roche. <He must be in one of them.>
<The cells do not have surveillance cameras,> it said.
<You didn’t see where he went?>
<1 was distracted by the guard approaching you,> the Box confessed. <The resources I have available here are hardly what I would call optimal, Morgan.>
She shrugged off its excuses. They would just have to hope the guard planned to lie low while they made their exit.
Alta had finished donning her suit and stood, slightly stunned, with one hand on her father’s shoulder.
“We’re leaving here?” she asked.
“Yes,” Roche said. “The sooner the better.”
They filed out of the cell and into the corridor, Roche leading, keeping alert for any sign of the missing guard. They made it around the first corner, then the next. The checkpoint appeared ahead of them, its doors invitingly open.
Roche had barely passed the last cell door when it burst open. The guard managed to get off three shots before Roche brought him down with two shots from her own weapon—the first bolt hitting his side and spinning him away, the second taking him in the back and throwing him forward onto the cell’s bunk, which collapsed noisily beneath him.
Roche ignored him and went to check on Alta and Ansourian instead. The woman, clutching an injured arm, was scrambling her way to her father who had taken two direct hits, one to the chest and one to the stomach.
Roche checked Ansourian for broken ribs, but couldn’t feel anything through her glove and the blackened material of his OSFA suit. Even unconscious, he winced with pain as she probed.
“I can carry him,” she said to Alta, “if you want to take that risk.”
The woman nodded, all expression gone. “He needs medical attention,” she said, “and he’s not going to get it here.”
“He’ll be all right if we can just get him back to the Ana Vereine. But before that,” she said, remembering Ansourian’s instructions to Haid and Vri, “we need to find corridor 14 in Sector Green-D. Do you know where that is?”
“Yes, of course,” she said. “But why do we need to go there?”
“Because that’s our escape route,” Roche explained hastily. “I’m arranging a pickup at the maintenance airlock there.”
Alta frowned. “ ‘Maintenance airlock’—is that what Father said?”
“Yes, why?”
“It’s not a maintenance airlock,” she said. “It’s an old refuse dumper.”
Roche stared at the woman for a second. Dumpers were little more than chutes designed to fire pellets of unreclaimable material at a suitable disposal site—be it the atmosphere of a dead world, the nearest sun, or anywhere the waste would do little harm. They would be lucky if it had even the most primitive airlock facilities, let alone somewhere to dock.
“This just gets better and better,” she said, shaking her head. “But it doesn’t matter. If it’s the only way out, we’re going to take it.”
She rose slowly to her feet, bringing Ansourian with her. The suit gave her the strength to carry him, and the fall in ambient gravity helped, but he was still going to be a burden—especially if they encountered any more guards and she had to use her pistol.
<I’m going to need as much warning as I can get if there are any signs of guards approaching—okay, Box?> she said. <1 don’t want to have to drop him like a dead weight at the last moment.>
<You’ve got it, Morgan,> said the Box.
She staggered as the floor shifted under her; then, regaining her balance, she headed for the checkpoint. They passed through unhindered, and headed off along the corridor.
<1 presume you can’t read her,> Roche said to Maii.
<Not at all.>
<Trusting bunch, aren’t they?> She shifted Ansourian’s body to a more comfortable position. Alta took them along a series of wide, curving corridors, many of them ringing to the sound of sirens, but each as deserted as the last. The vibrations seemed to lessen when they stuck to the main routes, and Roche was grateful to he able to forget about not banging her head on the maintenance tunnels’ low ceilings. She did feel exposed, though, and would be glad when they reached the exit point—even if it was just a refuse dumper.
<Is Cane going to be able to find us, Box?>
<He and Kajic are monitoring our progress through the habitat, and the egress point is clearly visible from the outside. That is probably why Ansourian chose it. Once we get close, there won’t be a problem.>
<How far away are Ameidio and Vri?>
<They are a little farther away than you.>
<And any word on the situation with the administer?>
<No change, Morgan. You are still wanted, and I am still blocking security’s attempts to trace you electronically.>
<Well, that’s something at least.>
A further violent judder swept through the habitat just as they turned down another corridor, this time forcing Roche to one knee in order to keep herself from falling. “What was that?”
Alta looked frightened as she helped Roche to her feet. “We’ve been holed!” she said as a sudden shift in air pressure made everyone’s ears block. The sirens took on a new note of alarm. “Pressure-doors will be up all over the station.”
“We have suits,” said Roche. “Do you know the override commands?”
Alta shook her head. “My father would have.” Roche felt trapped. Keeping the Box’s existence a secret was becoming harder and harder. <Box, give me the codes!>
The Box complied a
nd she quickly relayed the codes to Maii. <Give them to Ameidio. Tell him Ansourian told us what they were. Hopefully they don’t know he’s down.> Via implants again, she said: <Box, give us some interference on the line to the Ana Vereine and open those doors for us when we reach them. We’ll just have to bluff our way through this one.>
<Yes, Morgan.>
Roche nudged Alta on. “Come on, keep going. We’re going to make it, okay?”
They continued through the vibrating corridors of the habitat, though now with more pace and urgency. There was still no one around, and Roche assumed the nonessential Vax personnel were holed up in their pressurized compartments. If the majority of the security personnel were down at the docks or elsewhere in the habitat where the defense was concentrated, that at least decreased the chances of their being found. But it wasn’t enough to help Roche relax. Not until she was standing on the bridge of the Ana Vereine, with the habitat far behind her, would she allow herself that luxury....
They passed through two open pressure-doors, then a third. Roche could see the puzzlement on Alta’s face at the blatant lapse in safety precautions, but there was no time to explain. The only time they stopped was when a particularly violent attack shook the habitat so badly that Roche was flung into one of the walls, and Maii and Alta were thrown onto the shuddering floor.
Steadying herself, Roche asked: <How far now, Box?>
<Two more junctions. The way is clear. Haid and Vri are two corridors over, barely a minute behind.>
<Uri? Tell Cane to start moving in. We’re almost there.>
From the Ana Vereine, Kajic said: <We have the location. I’ll let you know when he’s there.>
They passed through the first junction, taking a little-used passage that obviously connected to the maintenance tunnels they had left earlier. The second junction took them to a wide, straight corridor that seemed to stretch for miles. In the distance, loping toward them, were two figures, one dressed in black, the other in gold.
Alta started when she saw them.
“It’s okay,” Roche assured her. “They’re with us.”
Yet another violent shudder ran through the walls and floor.