The Night's Dawn Trilogy (448 page)

“I can’t, I’m sorry,” Rocio said. “There’s no general net access to the section of the asteroid where Kiera has barricaded
herself in.”

“Barricaded?” Gerald’s face flashed with alarm. “Is she all right? Is Capone shooting at her?”

“No no. Nothing like that. It’s all politics. There’s a big tussle going on for control of the Organization right now. Kiera’s
making sure she’s safe from any kind of digital prying, that’s all.”

“Okay. All right.” Gerald nodded slowly. He gripped his hands together, kneading them until his knuckles cracked.

Jed and Beth waited anxiously. This kind of behaviour usually preceded an announcement.

“I’ll go with Jed,” Gerald said. “He’ll need help.”

Rocio gave a deep chuckle. “No way. Sorry, Gerald, but if I let you out, we’ll never see you again. And that just won’t do,
now will it?”

“I’ll help him, really I will. I won’t cause any trouble.”

Beth hunched down small in the couch, not meeting anyone’s eye. The pitiful way Gerald kept beseeching them was acutely embarrassing.
And physically he was in a bad way, with sweaty skin and dark baggy skin accumulating under his eyes.

“You don’t understand,” Gerald backed away from the screen. “This is my last chance. I’ve heard what you’re saying. You’re
not coming back. Marie is here! I have to go to her. She’s only a baby. My little baby. I have to help, have to.” His whole
body was shaking, as if he was about to cry.

“I will help you, Gerald,” Rocio said. “Truly I will. But not now. This is critical to us. Jed has to get those components.
Just be patient.”

“Patient?” It came out as a strangled gasp. Gerald turned round, his hands ready to claw at the air. “No! No more.” He drew
a laser pistol from his pocket.

“Christ,” Jed groaned. His hands went automatically to pat at his jacket. Pointless, he knew it was his pistol all right.

Beth was struggling to her feet, hampered by her arms being caught up with Jed’s panicked movements. “Gerald, mate, don’t,”
she cried.

“She’s asking, I’m telling you,” Rocio said sternly.

“Take me to Marie! I’m not kidding.” Gerald aimed the laser at the two entangled youngsters, walking fast towards the couch
until the muzzle lens was centimetres from Jed’s forehead. “Don’t use your energistic power on me. It won’t work.” His free
hand tugged at the hem of his sweatshirt, revealing several power cells and a processor block taped to his stomach. They were
connected together by various wires. The block’s small screen had an emerald spiral cone that turned slowly. “If this glitches,
we all go up. I know how to bypass the cells’ safety locks. I learned that a long time ago. When I was on Earth. Before all
this happened. This life I brought them all to. It was supposed to be good. But it isn’t. It isn’t! I want my baby back. I
want to make things right again. You’re going to help me. All of you.”

Jed looked directly at Gerald, seeing the way he kept blinking as if in pain. Very slowly, he started to push Beth away from
him. “Go on,” he urged when she started to protest. “Gerald isn’t going to shoot you, are you Gerald? I’m your hostage.”

The hand holding the laser pistol wobbled alarmingly. But not by enough for Jed to dodge free. Not that he would, he decided;
the power cells saw to that.

“I’ll kill you,” Gerald hissed.

“Sure you will. But not Beth.” Jed kept on pushing at her, until she started to stand.

“I want Marie.”

“We’ll give you Marie, if you let Beth go.”

“Jed!” Beth protested.

“Go on, doll, walk out now.”

“Not bloody likely. Gerald, put that bloody gun down. Switch off the block.”

“Give me Marie!”
Gerald screamed. Beth and Jed both flinched.

Gerald pressed the pistol against Jed’s skin. “Now! You’ll have to help. I know you’re frightened of the beyond. See, I know
what I’m doing.”

“Gerald, mate, with all respect, you haven’t got a fucking clue w—”

“Shut up!” He started panting, as if there wasn’t enough oxygen in the compartment. “Captain, are you hurting my head? I warned
you not to use your power on me.”

“I’m not, Gerald,” Rocio said hurriedly. “Check the block: there’s no glitch, is there?”

“Oh Jesus, Gerald!” Beth wanted to sit down again; the strength was flowing out of her legs.

“There’s enough power in the cells to blow a hole in the capsule hull if they detonate.”

“I’m sure there is, Gerald,” Rocio said. “You’ve been very clever. You outsmarted me. I’m not going to fight you.”

“You think if I go in there that they’ll catch me, don’t you?”

“It’s a pretty good probability, yes.”

“But you’re flying away after this is all over, aren’t you? So it doesn’t matter if they catch me, does it?”

“Not if we get the components.”

“There you go then.” Gerald gave a semi-hysterical giggle. “I’ll help Jed load up the components, and then I’ll go and look
for her. It’s easy. You should have thought of it first.”

“Rocio?” Beth said desperately. She looked imploringly at the little portion of the screen containing his face.

Rocio considered his options. It was unlikely he could negotiate with the madman. And stalling was useless. Time was the critical
factor. He only had another four hours at the most before he finished ingesting his nutrient fluid; he’d been feeding slowly
as it was. This opportunity would never be repeated.

“All right, Gerald, you win; you leave with Jed,” Rocio said. But remember, I will not let you back on board, under any circumstances.
Do you understand that, Gerald? You are absolutely on your own.”

“Yes.” It was as if the laser pistol’s weight had abruptly increased twentyfold; Gerald’s arm drooped to hang at his side.
“But you’ll let me go? To Marie?” his voice became an incredulous squeak. “Really?”

______

Beth said nothing while Jed and Gerald suited up. She helped them with their helmet seals, and checked the backpack systems.
Their suits contracted around them; Gerald’s outlined the power cells around his torso. She’d had a couple of opportunities
to snatch the laser pistol from him while he was struggling into the bulky fabric sack. It was the thought of what he might
do which had restrained her. This wasn’t the bewildered, hurt eccentric she’d been looking out for since Koblat. Gerald’s
illness had elevated itself to a level that was potentially lethal. She honestly thought he would blow himself up if anyone
got in his way now.

Just before Jed closed his visor she kissed him. “Come back,” she whispered.

He gave an anxious, brave smile.

The airlock closed and started cycling.

“Rocio!” she yelled at the nearest AV lens. “What the hell are you doing? They’ll be caught for sure. Oh Jeeze, you should
have stopped him!”

“Name an alternative. Gerald might be dangerously unbalanced, but that trick with the power cells was clever.”

“How come you never saw him putting them together? I mean, why aren’t you watching us?”

“You want me to watch everything you do?”

Beth blushed. “No, but I thought at least you’d keep an eye on us, make sure we’re not messing with you.”

“You and Jed can’t mess with me. I admit I made a mistake with Gerald. A bad one. However, if Jed does manage to obtain the
components, it won’t matter.”

“It will to Gerald! They’ll catch him. You know they will. He won’t be able to take that again, not what they’ll do to him.”

“Yes. I know that. There is nothing I can do. Nor can you. Accept it. Learn how to deal with it. This won’t be the last time
you experience tragedy in your life. We all do. I’m sorry. But at least with Gerald out of the way we can get back on track.
I am grateful to you for your efforts, and your physical assistance. And I will turn you over to the Edenists. You have my
word, for what it’s worth. I can give you nothing else, after all.”

Beth made her way into the bridge. Sensor and camera images filled most of the console screens. She didn’t touch any of the
controls, just sat in one of the big acceleration chairs and tried to scope as much as she could all at once. One screen was
centred on a pair of spacesuited figures waddling across the smooth rock of the docking ledge. Others were focused on various
airlock doors, windows, and walls of machinery. A group of five were relaying pictures from inside the asteroid: a couple
of deserted corridors, the maintenance shop with Rocio’s precious stack of pilfered components, and two views of the Hilton
lobby where Capone’s guests were arriving for the party.

One girl, barely older than Beth, swept in through the lobby, escorted by two handsome young men. Most people turned to look,
nudging each other.

The girl’s exquisite face made Beth scowl. “That’s her, isn’t it? That’s Kiera?”

“Yes,” Rocio said. “The man on her right is Hudson Proctor, I don’t know who the other is. Some poor stud she’s wearing out
in bed. The bitch is a complete whore.”

“Well don’t tell Gerald, for Christ’s sake.”

“I wasn’t planning on it. Mind you, most of the possessed go sex-mad to begin with. Kiera’s behaviour is nothing exceptional.”

Beth shuddered. “How much farther has Jed got to go?”

“He’s only just started. Look, don’t worry, he’s got a clear route, the components are waiting. He’ll be in and out in less
than ten minutes.”

“If Gerald doesn’t foul it up.”

______

Bernhard Allsop didn’t mind missing the big party. He didn’t get on with too many of Al’s bigshots. They all sneered and laughed
at him behind his back. The possessed ones, that is; the non-possessed treated him with respect, the kind of respect you gave
a pissed rattler. It didn’t bother him none. Here he was, at the centre of things. And Al trusted him. He hadn’t been demoted
or sent down to the planet like a lot of lieutenants who didn’t measure up. Al’s trust meant a hell of a lot more than everyone
else’s sniggering.

So Bernhard didn’t complain when he drew this duty. He wasn’t afraid of hard work to get ahead. No sir. And this was one of
Al’s top projects. Emmet Mordden himself had said so. Second only to the hit against Trafalgar. That was why work wasn’t stopping
even during the party. Al wanted a whole bunch of machinery fixing. It was stuff connected with the hellhawks. Bernhard wasn’t
so hot on the technical details. He’d tuned and overhauled auto engines when he was back home in Tennessee, but anything more
complex than a turbine was best left to rocket scientists.

He didn’t even mind that. It meant he didn’t have to get his hands dirty, all he had to do was supervise the guys Emmet had
assigned to this detail. Watch for any treachery in the minds of the non-possessed and make sure they pulled the whole shift.
Easy. And when it was over, Al would know that Bernhard Allsop had come through with the goods again.

It was a long way through the corridors from Monterey’s main habitation quarters to the section of the docking ledge where
the refurbishment was being carried out. He didn’t have a clue what went on behind all the doors he walked past. This part
of the rock was principally engineering shops and storage rooms. Most of it had fallen into disuse since the Organization
had taken over from the New California navy. Which just left miles of well lit, warm corridors all laid out in a three dimensional
grid, unused except for the occasional mechanoid and maintenance crew. There were big emergency pressure seal doors every
couple of hundred yards, which was how Bernhard got to learn his way around. They all had a number and a letter which told
you where you were. Once you’d done it a couple of times, it was kind of like Manhattan, obvious.

Pressure door 78D4, another ten minutes’ walk from the nutrient refinery chamber. He stepped over the thick metal rim and
started walking along the corridor. It ran parallel to the docking ledge, though he could never make out a curve along the
floor, even though he knew it had to be there. The doors on his left led to a couple of maintenance offices with long windows
overlooking the ledge, a lounge, an airlock chamber, and two EVA prep rooms. There were only two doors on his right: a mechanoid
service department and an electronics repair shop.

A quiet metallic whine made him look up. Pressure door 78D5, sixty yards ahead of him, was sliding across the corridor. Bernhard
felt his borrowed heart thump. They only closed if there was a pressure loss. He whirled round to see 78D4 sliding into place
behind him.

“Hey,” he called. “What’s happening?” There were no flashing red lights and shrill alarms like there had been in all the drills.
Just unnerving silence. He realized the conditioning fans had stopped; the ducts must have sealed up as well.

Bernhard hurried along towards 78D5, pulling his processor block from his pocket. When he pressed the keys to call the control
centre, the screen printed NO NET ACCESS AVAILABLE. He gave it a puzzled, annoyed look. Then he heard a hissing sound start
up, growing very loud very quickly. He stood still and looked round again. Halfway down the corridor, an airlock door was
sliding open. It was the one leading out onto the docking ledge. One thing Emmet had emphasised time and again to reassure
Organization members from earlier centuries: it was impossible for both airlock doors to open at once.

Bernhard howled in terrified anger, and started sprinting for 78D5. He shoved a hand out, and fired a bolt of white fire.
It struck the stolid pressure door and evaporated into violet twinkles. Someone was on the other side, deflecting his energistic
power.

Air was surging past him, building to hurricane force and producing short-lived streamers of white mist that curved sinuously
round his body. He hammered another bolt of white fire at the pressure door. This time it didn’t even reach the dull metal
surface before it was negated.

They were trying to murder him!

He reached the slab-like pressure door and pounded against the small transparent port in the centre while the wind clawed
at his clothes. Its roar was growing fainter. Someone was moving on the other side of the port. He could sense two minds;
one he thought he recognized. Their gratification was horribly conspicuous.