Meyer quashed a childish grin. “Where do you want to travel? I can probably give you a quote straight away.”
“New California.” She sipped her wine, peering at him over the rim of the glass.
Out of the corner of his eye, Meyer could see Cherri frowning. There were regular commercial flights to the New Californian system from Tranquillity three or four times a week, and more non-scheduled charter flights on top of that. The Laton scare hadn’t stopped any departures yet. He was suddenly very curious about Alkad Mzu.
OK, let’s see how badly she wants to get there. “That would be at least three hundred thousand fuseodollars,” he told her.
“I expected it to be about that,” she replied. “Once we arrive, I may wish to pick up some cargo to carry on to a further destination. Could you supply me with the Udat ’s performance and handling parameters, please?”
“Yes, of course.” He was only slightly mollified. Taking a cargo on somewhere was a viable excuse for an exclusive charter. But why not travel to New California on a regular civil flight, then hire a starship after she arrived? The only reason he could think of was that she specifically wanted a blackhawk. That wasn’t good, not good at all. “But Udat is only available for civil flights,” he stressed the word lightly.
“Naturally,” Alkad Mzu said.
“That’s all right then.” He opened a channel to her neural nanonics and datavised the blackhawk’s handling capacity over.
“What sort of cargo would we pick up?” Cherri asked. “I’m the Udat ’s cargo officer, I may be able to advise on suitability.”
“Medical equipment,” Alkad said. “I have some type-definition files.” She datavised them to Meyer.
The list expanded in his mind, resembling a three-dimensional simulacrum of magnified chip circuitry, with every junction labelled. There seemed to be an awful lot of it. “Fine,” he said, slightly at a loss. “We’ll review it later.” Have to run it through an analysis program, he thought.
“Thank you,” Alkad said. “The journey from New California will be approximately two hundred light-years, if you’d care to work out a quote based on the cargo’s mass and environmental requirements. I will be asking other captains for quotes.”
“We’ll be tough to beat,” he said smoothly.
“Is there any reason why we can’t know where we’re going?” Cherri asked.
“My colleagues and I are still in the preliminary planning stage of the mission. I’d prefer not to say anything more at this time. But I shall certainly inform you of our destination before we leave Tranquillity.” Alkad stood up. “Thank you for your time, Captain. I hope we see each other again. Please datavise your full quote to me at any time.”
“She hardly touched her wine,” Cherri said as the doctor departed.
“Yes,” Meyer said distantly. Five other people were leaving the bar. None of them space industry types. Merchants? But they didn’t look rich enough.
“Are we putting in a formal bid?”
“Good question.”
I would like to visit New California,Udat said hopefully.
We’ve been before. You just want to fly.
I do. It is boring sitting on this ledge.Udat relayed an image of whirling stars as seen from Tranquillity’s docking-ledge, speeded up, always tracing the same circles. The edge of the habitat’s spaceport disk started to grey, then crumbled and broke apart with age.
Meyer grinned. What an imagination you have. I’ll get us a charter soon. That’s a promise.
Good!
“I think we need to know a little bit more about this Mzu woman,” he said out loud. “No way is she on the level.”
“Oh, really?” Cherri cooed; she cocked her head on one side. “You noticed that, did you?”
Ione let go of the image. Her apartment rematerialized around her. Augustine was walking determinedly across the dining-room table towards the remains of the salad she had pushed away, moving at a good fifty centimetres a minute. At the back of her mind she was aware of Alkad Mzu standing in the vestibule of the thirty-first floor of the StMartha starscraper waiting for a lift. There were seven Intelligence agency operatives hanging around in the park-level foyer above her, alerted by their colleagues in Harkey’s Bar. Two of them—a female operative from New Britain, and the second-in-command of the Kulu team—resolutely refused to make eye contact. Strange really. For the last three weeks they had spent most of their off-duty hours in bed together screwing each other into delirious exhaustion.
In my history courses I recall an incident in the twentieth century when the American CIA tried to get rid of a Caribbean island’s Communist president by giving him an exploding cigar,ione said.
Yes?tranquillity asked loyally.
Six hundred years of progress—human style.
Would you like me to inform Meyer that Alkad Mzu will not be granted an exit visa?
Informing him I’ll blow him and the Udat out of existence if he leaves with her would be more to the point. But no, we won’t do anything yet. How many captains has she contacted now?
Sixty-three in the last twenty months.
And every contact follows the same pattern,she mused. A request for a charter fee quote to carry her to a star system, then picking up a cargo to take onwards. But never the same star system; and it was Joshua who was asked to quote for Garissa. Ione tried not to consider the implications of that. It had to be coincidence.
I am sure it is,tranquillity said.
I was leaking. Sorry.
There was never any follow-up to her meeting with Joshua.
No. But what is she doing, I wonder?
I have two possible explanations. First, she is aware of the agency observers—and it would be hard to believe she is not—and she is simply having fun at their expense.
Fun? You call that fun? Threatening to recover the Alchemist?
Her home planet has been annihilated. If the humour is somewhat rough, that is to be expected.
Of course. Go on.
Secondly, she is attempting to produce a range of escape options which exceed the observers’ ability to keep track of. Sixty-three is an excessive number of captains to contact even for a warped game.
But she must know it isn’t possible to confuse you.
Yes.
Strange woman.
A very intelligent woman.
Ione reached over to her discarded plate, and began shredding one of the lettuce leaves. Augustine crooned adoringly as he finally reached the pile of shreds, and started to munch at them.
Is it possible for her to circumvent your observation? Apparently Edenists can induce localized blindspots in their habitats’ perception.