The Ruins of Karzelek (The Mandrake Company series Book 4)

by Lionsdrake, Ruby

  Sedge watched Kalish’s face. If the commodore agreed, would this suit her? It was not the same as a pardon, but the military did not have the power to grant that, not to a civilian. At least this way, nobody would be looking for her. And perhaps, in the confusion, those dead miners would be reported as casualties of a dangerous job rather than as murders.

  “A lot of my fighters were destroyed by the shuttles of a mercenary company that was simply spotted in the area,” Parsons growled.

  “The caverns are dangerous,” Mandrake said.

  Parsons growled again.

  Mandrake tapped the display on his tablet. “I’m transmitting the specifications and a video of the engine, so you can take a closer look.”

  “Such things can be faked.”

  “Perhaps, but can you explain the appearance of those ships in the sky? It should be clear that we’ve acquired some of the alien technology.”

  “Give me ten minutes.” Parsons snapped off the comm without waiting for a response.

  “He’s tempted, sir,” Sedge said, though he probably didn’t need to. The captain might not be the most emotive person himself, but he never seemed to have trouble reading the faces of others.

  “Yes. The thing that will grate most at him is having to imply that his pilots might have died due to incompetence rather than in the heat of battle. Thatcher and Calendula were too efficient down there.”

  “Send some footage of the winged monsters we fought,” Kalish said. “Or the robots defending the alien structure. I’m not sure your people were directly responsible for any of the pilots’ deaths.”

  Sedge was less certain about that—he remembered Striker launching grenades at the fighters—but he kept his mouth shut. He did not know if Mandrake thought much of the suggestion, but he did tap his comm and tell Thatcher to send over the flight recordings.

  “Are you all right with making your ship disappear?” Sedge asked Kalish quietly, rubbing the back of her hand with his thumb. “You might have to sell it, file off the serial numbers, find something new.”

  “You mean we will, don’t you?” She smiled up him, not appearing daunted at all about the idea of going shopping for a new ship.

  “Er.” Sedge glanced at Mandrake. “I still have to bring that up with the captain.”

  The captain who had finished working on his tablet and was watching them. “You going somewhere, Thomlin?”

  “I. Uh.” Trying not to feel like a duck in the hunter’s sights, Sedge looked at Kalish, as if the answer might be beamed to him through her eyes. She merely raised her brows, waiting to see what he would say.

  Sedge had been overqualified for the intelligence position when he had joined, so he had only been asked to sign a short contract, not like some of the mercenaries who needed extra training before they were fit to fly with Mandrake Company. But he had a contract nonetheless, and he was the only intelligence officer in the outfit. He could not simply drop his resignation on the captain’s desk. Nor would he want to go AWOL. As much as he wanted nothing more than to follow Kalish anywhere at the moment, especially back to his cabin, he did not want to ruin his chances of ever being permitted to return. What if treasure hunting did not suit him long term? And what about his spot on the waiting list for those alien gut-bug transfers?

  “Captain,” Kalish spoke into the silence, meeting Mandrake’s eyes without flinching—that was more than Sedge could manage at the moment. “I found Sedgwick extremely useful on this mission, and should we succeed in escaping the Fleet’s wrath, I would like to hire him to help me with several more missions. The fabled Taibei Wreck. The Treasure of Libra’s Sunken Caves. The Lost City of New Chelyabinsk. I believe he would be extremely useful to my operation. If he has signed a contract here, I am willing to negotiate a reasonable amount to buy him out, or to have it placed in hiatus until such time that we have found enough treasure to retire comfortably. At that point, he may wish to return to your company. I understand the air on this ship is fairly hygienic.”

  The captain didn’t bat an eye at this spiel. Sedge squeezed Kalish’s hand again, pleased that she had guessed so many of his thoughts—especially that he may wish to return at some point—but he did not know how Mandrake would react, so he held his breath.

  “She calls you Sedgwick?” Mandrake looked at Sedge, rare humor in his eyes.

  “I, er. No. I mean...” Hoping he read the captain’s mood correctly, Sedge lifted his chin and said, “It’s not any worse than your first name, sir. Your real one.” As far as he knew, he was one of only a handful of people on the ship who knew that Captain Viktor Mandrake had been born Willow Mandrake on the plant-loving world of Grenavine. It wasn’t in his records. Unless one snooped. Which intelligence officers did.

  “Hm.” Mandrake met Kalish’s eyes. “I don’t pay him much. Buying out his contract wouldn’t be that big of a boon to the company, especially when I would be losing my only intelligence officer.”

  “I see, I see.” Kalish lifted her free hand to her chin and stroked it thoughtfully. The gleam in her eyes did not quite go with the serious mien. “You wish to negotiate for his release, then.”

  “You can have him for a twenty percent cut of the money you receive from the sale of any treasures you find in the next...” Mandrake pulled something up on his tablet. “Two years. That is the time that remains on his contract. If you find treasures and choose not to sell them immediately, Mandrake Company will still receive a payment based on the value of the items. This starts with the remaining engine in your cargo hold.”

  “Twenty percent?” Kalish had been sputtering since he said the number, and Sedge was not certain she had heard the rest. “That’s outrageous. Especially since you’ve already admitted you pay him a pittance of what he’s worth.”

  “Yes, but I’ll have to pay more to lure another intelligence officer out of the Fleet to join us.”

  Sedge propped his fist on his hip, not certain how he felt about this conversation. “Maybe I should be offering to stay and bargaining for a raise,” he muttered.

  “No, you shouldn’t.” Kalish prodded him in the ribs. “Captain, I will consider giving your company a five percent share of after-expenses earnings for the next two years. More than that is ridiculous. I have a pilot I have to pay and apparently I’m going to need a new ship as well after this.”

  “A ship you can pay for with the sale of your old one,” Mandrake said. “Ten percent.”

  “Seven.”

  “Eight.”

  Kalish fumed up at him. What she may have started almost as a joke had become a very real negotiation, and she did not look happy about what she was being asked to give up. Sedge wondered if he should try to talk to Mandrake himself, get the captain to come down by offering to help train a replacement. The last thing he wanted was for Kalish to feel bitter later on, because she was wiring huge sums of money to mercenaries on the other side of the system.

  Before he could make the offer, Mandrake countered again.

  “Seven point five.” He stuck his hand out. “You should be pleased I’m not asking for a percentage in perpetuity.”

  Kalish squinted at him, walked across the room, and grasped the captain’s hand. “Done.”

  Sedge stared at the handshake, elation gradually replacing the stunned feeling that first dawned on him. Kalish turned and headed back to him, a triumphant smile stamped on her face.

  He started to reach for her, but the tablet beeped, announcing the return of Commodore Parsons. “Mandrake,” the man growled, not noticeably happier than he had been ten minutes earlier, “I agree to your proposition with one stipulation. I want whatever made those ships appear in the sky as well. That was a hell of a lot more impressive than anything our holo-technology can do.”

  Mandrake looked to Kalish.

  She sighed. “I would have preferred to keep that, but if it’s the price of my family’s freedom, so be it.”

  “We agree to your terms,” Mandrake said. “I’ll have someone
contact one of your bridge officers to make arrangements for the hand-offs.”

  “I trust our hand-off won’t go the same way as your hand-off with the pirate went,” Parsons said coolly. Some intelligence officer on his ship must be on the ball to have gotten that story so quickly.

  “I trust that won’t be necessary. Mandrake, out.” He cut the comm without waiting for any parting words from the commodore and strode around the table and toward the door. But he stopped in front of Sedge. “Before you run off with your treasure hunter, I want that device reverse engineered with a complete copy of the schematics in my hand. Get Thatcher to help you.”

  That sounded like a daunting task—he had barely figured out how to turn it on—but he nodded firmly anyway. “Yes, sir.”

  With nothing but air beneath his feet, he would have agreed to anything. He could do whatever the captain needed, now that he and Kalish could stay together.

  As soon as the door slid shut, he spread his arms, intending to hug her. But she pushed him against the wall and locked her lips against his first. The fiery kiss stole his breath and thrust everything but bedroom fantasies from his mind.

  “I would have paid twenty for you,” she growled when they broke for air. She ran her hands under his shirt and up his torso.

  He slid his own hands around her, squeezing her butt and pulling her against him. “I hope I’m worth it.”

  “You are,” she said, coming in for another kiss. “But if you want to prove it to me again tonight,” she added, her lips against his, “I’m amenable to that.”

  “Why wait until night?” Sedge swept her up and carried her to the sturdy wooden table.

  THE END

  Afterword

  Thank you for picking up The Ruins of Karzelek and for following along with Mandrake Company’s exploits. I hope you enjoyed the adventure.

  Because so many people have requested it (seriously, almost three), I’ll be writing a sequel to the first novel next, one where Viktor and Ankari from Mercenary Instinct are the main characters again. If you would like an early review copy of the book, please post a review of The Ruins of Karzelek somewhere (Amazon, Goodreads, your blog, etc.), and send me the link at rubylionsdrake@gmail.com. I’ll send you a copy of Mercenary Courage when it’s ready to go in early February. Thanks for reading and for helping me get the word out!

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