“ We’ve already put the word out: we’re holding employees at posts, we’ve canceled all breaks until further notice and shut down private calls. Supposedly somebody overheard something in the infirmary. Some worker. When Ramirez died.”
Paulson wasn’t the sort of director who heard rumors. No one told Paulson anything. Except now it seemed as if someone had. Someone had told everyone.
A worker had come into the infirmary with a cut hand. And been treated in the area where Ramirez died.
“What did they hear?”
“ Ramirez told Graham that the station out there is still operating. Still has crew on it.”
Ramirez himself. He was stunned at the indiscretion. But maybe a dying man hadn’t had choices.
And what did he say to that?
“Can you find that worker? It’s got to be in infirmary records.”
“ It’s not all, understand. Ramirez ordered Graham take no extraordinary measures to keep him alive. Said that he wanted to die. The ship was fueled and he was ready to die. That’s what’s being said around.”
He didn’t doubt the details. Now he wasn’t sure he doubted the central rumor. A deep and volatile secret had broken out of confinement.
At worst construction, they were betrayed—and not for the first time. His ownMospheiran heritage welled up in him, in deep, angry suspicion.
He shut it down. Tried to think instead of react.
“We don’t have all the facts,” he said to Paulson. “I’m asking, keep your workers exactly as you have, out of places where they can gather and theorize. I’m applying to ship command for a clarification. Talk to that worker if you can. Let’s find out the truth.”
“ When you know what’s going on, I’d appreciate a call.”
“Deal.”
Still no answer to the beeper, and no help from C1. Bren punched out on Paulson and looked at his security team.
“Did you follow, nadiin-ji? Ramirez-aiji in dying said to Jase-paidhi that there were indeed people left behind on the other station and that at that time it was operational. He said, at the same time that he had fueled the ship and that he was ready to die.”
“Perhaps we should visit Jase,” Banichi said. “Jago and I.”
If they were on earth, they would have other recourses—they might well have sent a messenger from the Guild. They weren’t on earth, and hadn’t, and he didn’t want to start a war with the ship-crew.
“We’re going to have to advise the aiji,” Bren said. “That on a priority. Put another call through, Gini-ji, to Eidi, to anyone you can get.”
“Put on the vest, Bren-ji,” Tano said ominously, meaning the projectile-proof one that restricted his movements and his breathing, and no, he didn’t at all want it, one more ferocious inconvenience in an already maddening hour—but under the circumstances and with what was riding on the lives of a handful of critical personnel, he had no choice but agree.
“I shall,” he said. “I shan’t forget it, Tano-ji.”
“Jase is calling back,” Algini said suddenly, and Bren snatched up the ear-set.
“Jase?”
“ Bren. I have a page from you. I’m on my way to a meeting.”
“Jase. I don’t know if you know, but whatever Ramirez told you—it got out. That the other station wasn’tdestroyed, for starters. Is that true?”
There was a slight pause. Possibly command hadn’t known rumors were flying. He had the impression that, wherever Jase was, he had just stopped dead in his tracks.
“Is the rumor true, Jase?”
“ Bren—” A short pause. Desperation in the tone. “ Bren, I can’t talk about this here.”
He lapsed straight into Ragi. “You’d better know it’s not secret. It’s being talked about among the workers. My staff knows. It’s being reported on the planet.”
“ Thecrew doesn’t know, Bren. We don’t know. Don’t let it out.”
“It is out. I understand what you’re telling me…” That… God, the crew had not a clue and the captains had lied to them. That possibly Jase had had no clue either, and that was why Ramirez had told him: he could believe that Jase was innocent. “Is that the truth, Jase-ji?”
“ He said so,” Jase admitted. “ I was afraid the techs had heard.”
“I don’t know if a tech heard, but a worker in for treatment overheard. It leaked to the Mospheirans, Jase, and there’s no stopping it.”
“ I can’t say more than I have right now. Bren, I’m asking you, don’t call Tabini yet.”
“I haveto call Tabini. Every Mospheiran with a phone link, every corporate officer and the communications techs—they’ve already been talking. If you don’t want a bigger crisis than we already have at this point, Jase, don’t cut me off from Tabini. If merchants know it on the North Shore waterfront, damned sureI’d better advise the aiji very soon that we have a problem.”
“ Bren, I can’t say— I don’t know— I think Ogun has something to say about this. I have to get to the meeting. Wait. I ask you. Wait.”
All over the station-ship hookup, communications that shouldn’t get out of a security folder were flying back and forth like mad. “Jase, you know where my loyalties are. Tabini ignorant is far more dangerous than Tabini informed.” Jase, damn it all, hadn’t given an official order in all the years he’d warmed that fourth seat. And didn’t want to start now. “You were fourth seat and maybe it didn’t matter. But now you’re third. Like it or not, somebody who knows had better make a decision. You keep channels open for me to Mogari-nai. You know Tabini. You know the consequences, dammit, if he should be surprised, especially now, especially now, with critical meetings going on. You know that.”
“ I know. I know. I’ll hold your channel open. I can do that. But that’s all I can do— I can’t go rushing around giving orders right now, I can’t, under these circumstances. Tabini misinformed isn’t damned good either, Bren, is it?”
“Somebody in command knows the truth. Somebody in ship-command damned well betterknow, Jase, and—hear me on this—there had better not be any surprises.”
“ There won’t be. Bren. Trust me. We’re about to address the crew on intercom. Get everybody out of the corridors. Secure all stations. We’re asking the same of crew. Wait for Ogun. That’s all I ask. One favor. Communication silence until then. One favor. Please.”
“You know what you’re dealing with. You know. We’re secure out there as we’re likely to be. But don’t lie. Absolute truth to these people. They deserve it. Once in several centuries, they deserve it. Hear me?”
A small pause. There was desperation on the other end of the link. “ I didn’t know, Bren. I didn’t know. Crew didn’t know. I’m not even sure Sabin knew. Now I think we’re going to find out. Be patient. I’ll talk to you tonight.”
Historically, it wasn’t only the colonists the Pilots’ Guild had lied to, and lied to habitually, as if the truth was the automatic last recourse of any situation, the one commodity always to be kept in reserve.
“Tonight,” Bren said. He at least believed Jase—whose mangled Ragi had contained half a dozen egregious and inflammatory mistakes. He filled in the blanks, filled them in with knowledge of Jase, where nothing else would serve.
And Jase punched out to go to his meeting.
He sank back in the chair, dumbfounded—speechless for the moment.
We’re going to find out, Jase said.
Hell, Jase, worse for the crew this time than for Mospheirans. They set up the station out there. Wasn’t it their ancestors who crewed it?
And assuringus the aliens couldn’t have gotten any clue to let them track the origin of that station back to this star— oh, well, again, just a little cosmetic exaggeration. Don’t worry. It’s notthat likely.
Likely they won’t come here and blow the planet up.