“My name,” the man said, “is James Holden.”
Chapter Five: Holden
Ten minutes at two g, and Holden’s head was already starting to ache. But McDowell had called them home at all haste. The Canterburywas warming up its massive drive. Holden didn’t want to miss his ride.
“Jim? We may have a problem out here.”
“Talk to me.”
“Becca found something, and it is sufficiently weird to make my balls creep up. We’re getting the hell out of here.”
“Alex, how long?” Holden asked for the third time in ten minutes.
“We’re over an hour out. Want to go on the juice?” Alex said.
Going on the juicewas pilot-speak for a high-g burn that would knock an unmedicated human unconscious. The juicewas the cocktail of drugs the pilot’s chair would inject into him to keep him conscious, alert, and hopefully stroke-free when his body weighed five hundred kilos. Holden had used the juice on multiple occasions in the navy, and coming down afterward was unpleasant.
“Not unless we have to,” he said.
“What kind of weird?”
“Becca, link him up. Jim, I want you seeing what we’re seeing.”
Holden tongued a painkiller tab from his suit’s helmet and reran Becca’s sensor feed for the fifth time. The spot in space lay about two hundred thousand kilometers from the Canterbury.As the Canthad scanned it, the readout showed a fluctuation, the gray-black false color gradually developing a warm border. It was a small temperature climb, less than two degrees. Holden was amazed Becca had even spotted it. He reminded himself to give her a glowing review the next time she was up for promotion.
“Where did that come from?” Holden asked.
“No idea. It’s just a spot faintly warmer than the background,” Becca said. “I’d say it was a cloud of gas, because we get no radar return from it, but there aren’t supposed to be any gas clouds out here. I mean, where would it come from?”
“Jim, any chance theScopuli killed the ship that killed it? Could it be a vapor cloud from a destroyed ship?” McDowell asked.
“I don’t think so, sir. TheScopuli is totally unarmed. The hole in her side came from breaching charges, not torpedo fire, so I don’t think they even fought back. It might be where theScopuli vented, but… ”
“Or maybe not. Come back to the barn, Jim. Do it now.”
“Naomi, what slowly gets hotter that gives no radar or ladar return when you scan it? Wild-ass guess here,” Holden said.
“Hmmmm…,” Naomi said, giving herself time to think. “Anything that was absorbing the energy from the sensor package wouldn’t give a return. But it might get hotter when it shed the absorbed energy.”
The infrared monitor on the sensor console next to Holden’s chair flared like the sun. Alex swore loudly over the general comm.
“Are you seein’ that?” he said.
Holden ignored him and opened a channel to McDowell.
“Captain, we just got a massive IR spike,” Holden said.
For long seconds, there was no reply. When McDowell came on the channel, his voice was tight. Holden had never heard the old man sound afraid before.
“Jim, a ship just appeared in that warm spot. It’s radiating heat like a bastard,” McDowell said. “Where the hell did that thing come from?”
Holden started to answer but then heard Becca’s voice coming faintly through the captain’s headset. “No idea, sir. But it’s smaller than its heat signature. Radar shows frigate-sized,” she said.
“With what?” McDowell said. “Invisibility? Magical wormhole teleportation?”
“Sir,” Holden said, “Naomi was speculating that the heat we picked up might have come from energy-absorbing materials. Stealth materials. Which means that ship was hiding on purpose. Which means its intentions are not good.”
As if in answer, six new objects appeared on his radar, glowing yellow icons appearing and immediately shifting to orange as the system marked their acceleration. On the Canterbury,Becca yelled out, “Fast movers! We have six new high-speed contacts on a collision course!”
“Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick, did that ship just fire a spread of torpedoes at us?” McDowell said. “They’re trying to slap us down?”
“Yes, sir,” Becca said.
“Time to contact.”
“Just under eight minutes, sir,” she replied.
McDowell cursed under his breath.
“We’ve got pirates, Jim.”
“What do you need from us?” Holden said, trying to sound calm and professional.
“I need you to get off the radio and let my crew work. You’re an hour out at best. The torpedoes are eight minutes. McDowell out,” the captain said, his comm clicking off and leaving Holden listening to the faint hiss of static.
The general comm exploded with voices, Alex demanding to go on the juice and race the torpedoes to the Cant,Naomi chattering about missile-jamming strategies, Amos cursing at the stealth ship and questioning the parenting of its crew. Shed was the only quiet one.
“Everyone, shut up!” Holden yelled into his headset. The ship fell into shocked silence. “Alex, plot the fastest course to the Cantthat won’t kill us. Let me know when you have it. Naomi, set up a three-way channel with Becca, you, and me. We’ll help however we can. Amos, keep cussing but turn your mic off.”
He waited. The clock ticked toward impact.
“Link is up,” Naomi said. Holden could hear two distinct sets of background noise over the comm channel.
“Becca, this is Jim. I’ve got Naomi on this channel too. Tell us what we can do to help. Naomi was talking about jamming techniques?”
“I’m doing everything I know to do,” Becca said, her voice astonishingly calm. “They’re painting us with a targeting laser. I’m broadcasting garbage to scramble it, but they’ve got really, really good shit. If we were any closer, that targeting laser would be burning a hole in our hull.”
“What about physical chaff?” Naomi asked. “Can you drop snow?”
While Naomi and Becca talked, Jim opened a private channel to Ade. “Hey, this is Jim. I have Alex working on a fast-burn solution so we can get there before… ”
“Before the missiles turn us into a flying brick? Good idea. Taken by pirates isn’t something you want to miss,” Ade said. He could hear the fear behind the mocking tone.
“Ade, please, I want to say something-”
“Jim, what do you think?” Naomi said on the other channel.
Holden cursed. To cover, he said, “Uh, about which thing?”
“Using the Knightto try and draw those missiles,” Naomi said.
“Can we do that?” he asked.
“Maybe. Were you listening at all?”
“Ah… something happened here, drew my attention for a minute. Tell me again,” Holden said.
“We try to match the frequency of the light scatter coming off the Cantand broadcast it with our comm array. Maybe the torpedoes will think we’re the target instead,” Naomi said like she was speaking to a child.
“And then they come blow us up?”
“I’m thinking we run away while pulling the torpedoes toward us. Then, when we get them far enough past the Cant,we kill the comm array and try to hide behind the asteroid,” Naomi said.