'Troblum?' the Cat's smooth voice issued out of the protective aurora. 'What are you doing? You haven't got any defences now.'
'Remember this?' he asked and pointed at a grey ovoid on a table close to the door.
'No,' the Cat said. Her tone was one of dangerous boredom.
'It was on the Abies ND47 you rode through into Boongate,' Troblum explained, wishing he wasn't trembling and sweating so much. 'Somebody salvaged it and took it with them to their planet's new world. I never found out why, maybe they thought it would give them some kind of edge over their fellow settlers. But the government confiscated it, and then it got lost in evidence archives for several hundred years. Then a museum found it and—'
'Troblum!' The Cat's angry voice snapped across the chamber.
'Yes, sorry: it's a zone killer dispenser,' Troblum said meekly. 'And I was really lucky when I bought it, the museum had kept it in a stabilizer field so it's still functional and active. The thing's about as antique as you can get, but in a confined space like this one I don't rate anyone's chances, not even in a force field like yours. What do you think?'
There was a short pause. 'Are you trying to threaten me, darling?' the Cat asked.
'I've got it on a double activation switch,' Troblum said. 'I can trigger it if I think you're going to try and hurt me. Or if you're too quick for me, and I'm exterminated, that'll trigger it as well.'
'Oh fuck me backwards with a power blade,' Stubsy wailed. His logs were giving way, slitting him on to the floor. 'I can't take any more.' His hands went over his head, and he started sobbing. 'Just fucking do it, man. End this, for fuck's sake. Kill us.'
'He won't,' the Cat said. 'He's not the type. If you fire that thing, fat boy, we all die, not just me. If you do as I say and help me capture Paula, I might even overlook this little misdemeanour. Carry on, Alcinda,' she ordered.
Troblum sent an order into the dispenser's small management array; its malmetal surface rippled, opening fifty small portals. 'No.'
Alcinda had taken one step towards him. Now she stopped again.
'Do it,' the Cat said.
'They don't understand,' Troblum said. 'It's not just the insert that helps you control them, they have hope. I don't. I know how stupid that is. I know you. You're probably one of the few people I actually do understand. That's why I turned my force field off. So there's no chance of me surviving the explosion. I know you're going to kill me no matter what. And we both know that I'll never get re-lifed even if the galaxy does survive. This is it for me, the end. Not just bodyloss, but real death. So I might as well do the human race a favour and take you with me.'
'What about Stubsy and the girls?' The Cat asked.
'Do it, you fucking bastard!' Stubsy screamed.
'Yes,' Alcinda growled. 'Take us—' Her body stiffened, her back arching convulsively. Her spine bent so far Troblum thought it might snap. She clamped her hands to her head, elegant fingernails clawing long bloody streaks in her scalp as she tried to tear out the source of her agony. She screamed silently as her legs gave out.
'Let's not confuse the issue with other people's poor advice,' the Cat said lightly. 'You still think you can get out of this, otherwise you would have fired the zone killer straight away. What's the deal?'
'I don't know,' Troblum said. 'I don't have a tactical program. This doesn't have a logical outcome. I'm just waiting for you to do something scary, then I fire it. We both die together.' He stared at Alcinda who was writhing helplessly on the floor. Things like furry mushrooms were emerging from her eyes, mouth, and ears; then another one bloomed from her belly button. They began to spread wide, swelling.
The Cat laughed. 'Oh, darling, you are delectable. I'm the only person you understand, and because of that you're going to kill yourself. How about you walk out the door and rush into your starship while I wait here for Paula?'
Troblum couldn't stop staring at Alcinda, who had begun to shake in a convulsive fit. Her head was now half-covered in the furry growths, with additional ones pushing out around the edges of her bikini bottoms. Tiny clear fluid drops glistened at the tip of each strand of fur. The shaking grew more violent. Troblum was seriously considering trying to kill her with a disruptor pulse if his biononics could put one together. 'I'd never make it to the stairs,' he said, trying desperately to focus on what the Cat was saying. Alcinda's death would be a mercy, and she'd definitely have a secure memory store and re-life insurance. 'Stubsy's other companions would make sure of that.'
The Cat made a small gesture with her hand. Alcinda stopped shuddering, her body collapsing limply to the rock floor. 'See. If that's all you're worried about, the girls are easily disposed of.'
Troblum thought he was going to collapse himself. A stricken Simonie was gazing at Alcinda's body. The grey fur continued to spread outward. He'd never seen anyone die before, and certainly not in such a terrible fashion. 'Don't do that,' Troblum gasped.
'Why? I thought you were going to kill us all, anyway.'
Troblum began to accept that he really was going to die. In a way it was kind of fitting, that he would do it eliminating one of the most horrifying human beings who'd ever existed.
The villa nodes abruptly came on, flashing a short encrypted message he couldn't decode. He tried to use them to reconnect to his starship, but they wouldn't acknowledge his u-shadow.
'She's here,' the Cat snarled happily. 'Was this why you were stalling, my dear? I thought she wasn't due for another couple of hours.'
'Sorry,' Troblum said. He couldn't help grinning.
'I won't let her save you, darling.' The Cat brought an arm up, bulging through the aurora.
'You can go,' Troblum said quickly.
'What?'
'Go. Have your battle. If anyone can defeat you, it'll be Paula. I'll wait down here. Leave Simonie to guard me if you want. I can't get a message out to warn Paula. If you win I'll fire the zone killer. If she wins, well, you don't get to call the shots then, do you?'
'Clever boy,' the Cat said in an admiring tone. 'I accept. Stubsy, get up. You're going to have to be the bait now Troblum isn't playing.'
'No!' Stubsy howled. His body jerked madly, and he scrambled to his feet as if the floor had turned white hot. Troblum didn't like to dwell on that idea.
'Do it, you almighty shit,' Stubsy cried at Troblum. 'Kill us all. Kill her:
'Tut tut,' said the Cat. 'Is that gratitude?'
Stubsy's mouth slammed shut. A trickle of blood dribbled down from the corner of his lip.
'Simonie, you stay here,' the Cat instructed as she walked out of the chamber. Stubsy Florae hobbled after her, throwing one last desolate glance at Troblum. Simonie stood in the doorway as the malmetal contracted shut, framing her with a dark circle.
'I'm sorry,' Troblum told her. She didn't say anything, though he could see her jaw muscles working silently.
The Cat must be remote controlling her, he guessed, which didn't leave him much time. Then he noticed the way her eyes kept switching from him to Alcinda's body. The vile grey growth had covered her flesh completely; now it was starting to spread across the floor, sending out fronds that moved like a spilled liquid.
Troblum activated his integral force field again, and hurried across the chamber until he came to the longest case in his collection. He was sure he heard some kind of bang from outside, maybe more than one but the door was an effective seal, and he didn't want to turn off his force field again. Paula must have arrived at the villa itself.
He had to use biononic reinforcement for his muscles so that he could lift the elongated cylinder out of its cradle mountings. The weapon was incredibly heavy, but then designers of the old Moscow-class warships didn't have to worry about mass. He just managed to lever it vertical, feeling like some pre-history knight hoisting up a lance. The cylinder's tip was barely a couple of centimetres from the cavern roof, wavering as he fought to keep it steady. There was no guarantee its ancient components would hold together if he switched it on; nor was h
e convinced his integral force field would withstand either a malfunction explosion or a successful discharge. But the Cat had eliminated certainty from his life, he was flying on logic and fatality now.
He looked directly at Simonie, whose right eyelid flickered. For the second time in a day Troblum didn't need a program to interpret a human emotion. He nodded back, and fired the ship-to-ship neutron laser.
* * * *
For Paula it really hadn't been difficult to discover who was Troblum's ally on Sholapur. Troblum's clandestine money transfers had been subject to forensic accounting by an office at the Commonwealth Senate Treasury ever since Justine reported on his strangely empty hangar at Daroca spaceport. The Treasury office had quickly determined that Stubsy Florae's accounts had been the beneficiary of a great deal of money over the years, and ANA Security had accumulated a large file on the dealer's activities. An irritant rather than any kind of threat, Florae moved objects around the Commonwealth, which he had no legal right to do. The majority were basically harmless like Troblum's War relics, though he did supply weapons to agitator groups. As far as ANA knew he didn't involve himself with any Factions or their agents. Despite what he liked to imagine, Stubsy was very small-time in relation to the real political and economic subversives operating on the edges of Commonwealth society.
So she arrived in her ship, the Alexis Denken, a day before the agreed meeting. Descended through the atmosphere in stealth mode at night, easily evading the sensor sweeps run by Ikeo's defence system, and sank under the water twenty miles away from Florae's villa. When she arrived just offshore, she was interested to find the wreckage of a high-performance glide-boat resting on the sand close to Florae's charming white-sand beach. An examination by sensorbots showed it had been cut apart by a disruptor pulse. Paula guessed that she wasn't the only one who wanted to meet the elusive Troblum. It would be difficult for a Faction to intercept calls to ANA: Governance security, but hardly impossible. And Troblum had promised to divulge what he considered important activity concerning the Accelerators. Ilanthe would inevitably send a representative to intercept him. Possibly even Marius himself. Paula would enjoy arresting him, though he would probably self-destruct before he allowed any such humiliating indignity to prevail.
Five small passive sensor remotes slipped out of the sea to take up position on various high points around the estate, and she settled down to wait. Her piano slid out of its padded storage alcove; three hundred years old, made out of fiwood that glimmered with a soft red-brown sheen in the cabin's subdued lighting. The instrument had been handcrafted in a workshop on Lothian by a Higher artisan who'd taken a hundred and fifty years to perfect his craft, exceeding even the quality of Earth's legendary piano makers. Paula had commissioned it new, and the lush sound was well worth the ninety-year waiting list.
She sat at the velvet stool, pulled the sheet music out, and once again tried to play 'Für Elise'. Her trouble was the lack of practice time. It would be all too easy to use a music program linked with a dexterity function. But Paula wanted to be able to play the piece properly. A piano as beautiful as this one deserved that level of respect and commitment. Fingers ruled by a program would be no better than simply playing a recording.
Curious native fish nosing round the unusual ovoid resting on the sandy seabed were subjected to the ancient melody repeated dozens of times, interrupted, and begun again with relentless determination.
A day later, when she was playing with a lot more confidence, Paula had to admit Troblum's ship was extremely well shielded. She was caught off guard by the large figure in a shabby old toga suit riding a small scooter out of the forest on the far side of the Florae estate. None of her sensors had caught the Mellanie's Redemption coming down out of orbit. Her fingers hung motionless above keys of vat-grown ivory as she waited to see what would happen.
The scooter stopped just outside the estate boundary posts. It wobbled oddly as Troblum opened a link to Florae. Then the perimeter disarmed, and Troblum flew on unsteadily to the villa.
Soon after he arrived at the front door and went inside, a force field came on over the villa. The leading edge of the monsoon had arrived.
Troblum called ANA:Governance security division who relayed the call to Paula. Her remote sensors couldn't quite get close enough to the villa boundary to give her a clear image of him standing beside the pool, but she could certainly see the line of exotic yellow and green flowering plants that hedged in the one open side of the pool area as she talked to him. She didn't lie. She would definitely be at the villa within two hours.
Paula told the smartcore to retract the piano back into its alcove, climbed into her armour, activated three of the combat-bots stowed in the starship's forward hold, and stepped out through the airlock. The suit's regrav lifted her straight to the surface, emerging into driving rain as the heavy storm clouds raced overhead. She flew in a low fast curve to the top of the cliff above the white beach, landing beside one of the estate boundary's silver pillars. The three combatbots hovered protectively overhead, difficult to detect in the deluge. Lightning flashed constantly. Sensors locked on to her, and the villa's smartcore demanded she identify herself.
'You are expecting me. I am Paula Myo, an ANA representative on official business. Let me in now.'
There was no reply. The boundary posts remained active, so she used a proton laser to kill the eight nearest to her. Her suit flew her towards the villa, keeping five metres above the ground. Ahead of her, the force field was hardening. She curved around until she was facing the open end of the three sided building. Water rippled down the force field, blurring direct visual observation. However, she saw three Amazon-like women in bikinis hurrying round the pool to take up positions behind the waterfall boulders. The small intelligence file on Florae had mentioned the kind of bodyguards he favoured.
'Oh, come on,' she muttered. They weren't even wearing armour. Stupid amateurs.
Their formation was a standard one, protecting access to the centre of the villa. Paula guessed that would be where their boss was cowering, along with Troblum.
Two of the combatbots dropped a flock of energy-dumps onto the top of the villa's force field dome. The small dark spheres skidded and slithered down the curve. Bright energy flares whipped out around each contact point, and the dumps began to slow as if the dome had somehow become tacky. Lightning flashed out from the clouds overhead, attracted by the brawny spray of ions fizzing out from each dump to slam into the force field. The darkness surrounding the dumps began to expand and slowly sink through the force field that was now sparkling a dangerous stressed crimson.
Hot, steaming water began to seep through the force field to splatter the pool area. The villa's protective force field shone like a red dwarf sun that was being eaten by black cancers. Paula's full field function scan was burning its way through the faltering dome. She could make out several weapons enrichments powering up in the Amazon women. But there was no sign of Troblum.
'Where are you?' she muttered. Another heavily enriched human was moving slowly inside the villa. Hard to pinpoint with the tormented force field still obstinately functional. Her field function still couldn't locate Troblum, he must be deeper inside, possibly underground.
Lightning lashed down again. The combatbots added three proton laser strikes to the impact. It was too much. The force field collapsed in a devastating sonic Shockwave that ripped the pool plants to shreds, sending a plume of smouldering leaves cascading up into the sodden sky. Windows burst apart, flinging long shards of glass across the paving slabs.
Paula swooped into the pool area as the downpour saturated the villa. The Amazon women fired a barrage of x-ray lasers and disruptor pulses at her. Jelly gun shots slashed harmlessly across her armour's force field. She was puzzled by that. Surely Stubsy or whoever had blown apart the glide boat had stronger weapons that this?
'Deactivate your enrichments right now,' Paula commanded. The combatbots streaked through the deluge towards the women. Two of th
em fired at the hulking bots as they withdrew back into the villa. Paula pushed a disruptor pulse into one of the waterfall boulders just as the one in the bright green bikini left it to scamper through a ruined patio door. The boulder detonated into thousands of fragments which embedded themselves in the villa walls. 'Halt,' she yelled. But the women scattered inside what she took to be a long lounge. Again they were in a defensive formation. 'Troblum, come out, I'm here at your invitation for heaven's sake.'
Another fusillade of energy shots hammered into her force field. Dazzling purple static webs roared out from the impact points, vaporizing the rain pouring down her shoulders. Paula sighed, it was going to be difficult to neutralize the stupid women without damaging them. Her field function swept through the villa. The enriched person she'd spotted before was creeping along the back of the room the women were protecting. She still couldn't locate Troblum.
'Enough of this,' Paula decided. The armour's regrav lifted her off the ground, starting to power her forward. She fired a disruptor pulse, blasting apart the wall in front of her and half of the roof above, opening up the lounge. A cascade of debris came tumbling down along with the rain. The women dived for cover, immediately reorganizing their fire pattern.
The sensor remotes outside the villa reported something approaching the estate through the torrent of rain. A large craft, keeping very low, flying the same route as Troblum's scooter out of the forest. His starship. Paula slowed abruptly, uncertain of the ship's ability.
In front of her, yellow and purple petals of exotic energy erupted from the floor of the lounge. Eight of them, curving up like the jaws of some vicious predator. They swept past barely a metre from her armour, clashing together to form a broad column. It began to twist, the petals separating out again, stretching out towards her, elongating fast.
Paula's suit regrav shoved at her violently, pushing her backwards as she gasped in shock. She and the three combatbots unleashed a torrent of firepower at the base of the exotic energy manifestation. Trying to kill the generator. The tip of exotic energy stroked the front of her armour's force field. Weird warning symbols erupted across her exovision.
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