Dekker had flat spooked out about the launch—that was Ben’s opinion on the matter. Thtey’d tried restaurants, game parlors, tried the bars again in the idea he could be skipping from one to the other, but the cops and the military were getting more and more visible on the’deck.
To hellwith that guy! Ben thought, trying to look inconspicuous while a group of military police came past the frontage. Inside, the vid was saying something about shifts held over due to “military exercises” and “a test of security procedures…”
A hand landed on his shoulder. His heart nearly stopped. He spun around nose to nose with Bird.
“Don’t dothat!”
“Now wegot a problem. We got wall to wall cops at The Hole.”
He felt of his pocket, cold of a sudden. “Card’s with me. We’re all right.”
“All right,’” Bird echoed him. “You got a hell of an idea of ‘all right.’ Have you seen Sal or Meg?”
“Not since an hour ago.”
The PA blared out: “ Shifts will be held another hour. There is a Civil Defense Command exercise in progress. If you have an assigned CDC post on 3-shift, go to it immediately. If you have no assigned duty, clear the ‘decks, repeat, all off-shift personnel get off the ‘decks and return to quarters.”
“The hell,” Bird muttered. “I’ve seen thisbefore.”
“What are they doing?”
“Cops,” Bird said. “Martial law. Shit with finding the kid. They’re going to shut him up, shut it down—it’s Nouri all over again.” Bird’s hand closed on his arm. “And we’rein it up to our ears, understand me?”
He did understand. He saw company cops moving through the crowds—saw blue-uniformed MP’s too, with heavy sidearms.
Bird said, “This time we put the word out, just find some friends, spill the beans, tell them pass it on.”
“Why risk ournecks? We got enough troubles.”
“That’s what we said the last time.”
“Bird,—those are guns out there!”
“Do you know the word ‘railroad,’ Ben-me-lad? Pratt and Marks were innocent. No way those boys were with Nouri’s lot. Good, dumb kids. But now nobody’s sure.—You do what you like.”
“Where are you going?”
“Doing a little discreet talking around in various ears. The company’s not hushing this one up. This time we know numbers. And dates.”
His mind went scattering in panic—the launch tomorrow… but that wasn’t going to happen. The urge to kill Dekker for involving them in this… but Dekker was probably the first one under arrest.
He took a fistful of Bird’s coat, hauled him back. “Bird,—”
“I knew Pratt and Marks were being screwed,” Bird said. “ Ihad the evidence, you understand me. It could have tied meto Nouri—in certain eyes. Everybody was scared. Everybody was saving his own ass. And everybody lost.—Not this time.”
“Bird, for God’s sake—”
“This time it’s us in the fire-path, you understand me? And we’re not dumb kids. You’ve got that datacard. Give it to me.”
Ben felt after the flat shape in his inside pocket, desperately trying to think what old classmates he knew that could fix thisone—but there wasn’t anyone. Not a damn soul who wouldn’t be, the way Bird said, saving his own ass.
“ Giveit to me.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Put it on the bulletin board. And pass the word.”
“Shit!”
Bird leaned close and put a hand on his shoulder. “Find yourself a hole, hear me? Get down to the club. Don’t know if Sal’s friends’ll let you in, but, hell, you’ve got ties there. Use ‘em. It’s the only hole might cover you.”
Bird trying anything under the table—Bird didn’t know shit about the safeguards on the computer systems, Bird didn’t know shit what he was doing, dammit, those charts were their living—
They also were the only evidence that existed about where they’d been and what they’d done, and if the company arrested them and erased it—
“Hell,” he said, “you’ve got that Shepherd card. Thing’s got 1-deck Access.”
“Do what with it? Hell, Ben, that thing’s probably more dangerous—”
“Just leave the computer stuff to me and stay out of it, Bird, you don’t know shit how to get past the lockouts. I can get into all the boards, hell, I can get it into general systems, Bird, I know the modem codes…”
“Where in helldid you get those?”
He said, “Just give me the fuckin’ card, Bird, and tell ‘em the filename’s Dekker.”
“ Mr. Crayton is in conference,” the secretary said, and Payne shot the memo through in desperation. “Give thatto him. We’ve got to have a policy decision. Thirty minutes ago!”
“ I believe that’s the subject of the con—”
Payne hung up in frustration, and stared at the stalled press release on his screen. Then he shot it unapproved to News & Entertainment, for release.
The nature of a coded Shepherd transmission has been revealed as a query to Shepherd senior administration regarding the discovery of human remains in a Shepherd recovery zone. Company records have tentatively identified the body as likely that of Corazon Salazar, lost earlier this year in an accident near the R2/R1 boundary. Ms. Salazar, daughter of Alyce Salazar, a MarsCorp board member and prominent member of the Defense Advisory Council, was two years resident on Rl. She was apparently struck and killed while EVA when a tank explosion sent her ship out of control. The ship then traveled helplessly at high velocity into R2 zone. Dr. Ronald Michaels, of the Institute, has offered the theory that the body, traveling in the firepath of the ‘driver shipIndustry, was struck by one of the loads and carried along with it at a velocity sufficient to delivery it to the recovery site.
The Shepherd discovery adds another chapter to the already tragic story of the ill-fated miner craftWay Out. The surviving partner, Mr. Paul Dekker, was rescued earlier this year by an R2 ship dispatched to his rescue. Mr. Dekker, surviving isolation, cold and failing lifesupport after an amazing 71 days adrift, was released from James R. Reynolds Hospital after extensive treatment for physiological and psychological trauma. A spokesman for the hospital this shift expressed concern that Mr. Dekker has not responded to urgent attempts to notify him in advance of public release of this news. Mr. Dekker currently remains unlocatable on R2. Dr. Emit Visconti, Mr. Dekker’s physician, authorized release of the news in the fear that Mr. Dekker has heard the report via other sources and appealed for Mr. Dekker or anyone knowing his whereabouts to call Security or the information desk at Reynolds Hospital immediately. Mr. Dekkeris on medication and may have suffered disorientation or mental confusion due to the stress of this tragic report, and may be despondent. A spokesman for ASTEX Administration assures Mr. Dekker that he has been cleared of all fault in the accident, which occurred as the result of a catastrophic equipment failure, and urges Mr. Dekker to contact the hospital immediately…
Damn him. Damn Crayton—dumping a case like this on him with no indication at all that it had hidden problems.
Now Crayton couldn’t even clear a press release. He had to put his neck on the line, tryto keep the lid on—knowing that win or lose, this was something the company would want black-holed. Lost. Forgotten. Along with anybody in any way tainted with it.
The comp took the message. Another one windowed up, for Salvatore:
A Shepherd came and went at the core between 2041 and 2108h. Customs didn’t see him. They were in the office listening to the outlaw transmission. The card belonged to a tech named Nate Chaney, who isn’t answering to calls at his listed numbers…
No way to get to the rental comp at The Hole—but any phone would do, that had a keypad, and Io’s fancy establishment had that amenity. Neon flashed, dyed the beer green and red while it shook in the glass. Couldn’t hear a core blowout in this place, Ben thought, and it was crawling with low-level corporates—but he was wearing his best ‘deck casuals and the corner of the bar afforded a dark area. Shepherd card first: then his: