Mercenary Courage (Mandrake Company) (19 page)

“Other door,” she whispered, backing away from the bed. “Thank you for your help, Ms. Ogilvy,” she said even as she turned for the exit on their end of the bay.

“Stop right there,” the officer in the lead called, his hand on the hilt of his laser pistol.

Trusting the men wouldn’t start shooting in a hospital bay full of convalescing people, Ankari grabbed Jamie’s arm and raced for the door. The officers shouldn’t
shoot
her at all. Whatever the punishment for theft was here, it should not be death. Besides, she had abandoned her purloined item soon after acquiring it.

The security men broke into a run, their boots pounding on the tile floor.

Ankari raced through the doorway, grabbing the jamb to spin into the corridor outside, glancing back only long enough to make sure Jamie followed her. Eyes round and her ponytail flapping behind her, Jamie kept pace.

Cries for them to, “Stop or be shot,” echoed down the corridor after them.

Ankari took the first turn she came to, hoping the men would fall behind if they lost sight of her and had to rely on cameras. Unfortunately, the corridors led deeper into the hospital instead of back toward the entrance. She had no idea if there was another way out, but worried they were heading toward the outside wall of the station. If they found doors in that direction, the exits would only lead out into space.

They ran past paramedics pushing hover gurneys, doctors in scrubs, and patients being walked or floated into labs for specimen collections. A few people shouted as Ankari and Jamie tore past, but most cursed and scrambled out of the way, lest they be mowed down. Ankari scoured the walls with her eyes, searching for a better option than running. Despite the turns they had made, the heavy footfalls continued to ring out behind them.

“Don’t suppose you can... throw some robots... in their path?” Ankari asked, between glances backward and gulps of air.

“Sorry. It would take time... to find some and... manipulate them.”

Their corridor turned, and Ankari raced around the bend, hoping the passage might circle around the back of the hospital and return them to the front. But less than a dozen meters ahead of them, a pair of security officers burst out of a doorway and ran toward them. Ankari cursed. There were no intersections ahead of or behind them, so she and Jamie were trapped.

“Halt,” one officer demanded.

Ankari waved her hand at the sensor on the closest door. It didn’t open.

“Here,” Jamie whispered, trying the one across the corridor. It slid open.

It was probably a dead end, but what other choice did they have? To give up?

Jamie ducked inside, and Ankari charged after her. The whine of a laser pistol made her hair stand on end. To her surprise, a blast of crimson energy splashed against the metal doorjamb where her head had been an instant earlier.

“They’re
shooting
,” she blurted, even if it was a statement of the obvious.

“Don’t shoot to kill,” came one of the guard’s voices over the clomp of their boots. “Just stop her. You saw the poster.”

Poster? What poster? Ankari yanked out her own pistol, not to fire back but to melt the sensor on the panel by the door. She blasted it, having no idea if the damage would keep the door from opening again.

“It’s another bay,” Jamie said. “No other doors.”

Ankari cursed again, staring around at the rows of beds, searching for inspiration. None of these beds were occupied, but as with the other bay, this one came with security robots. Security robots that clanked into motion at the intrusion. The closest two rolled into the aisle and headed for Ankari and Jamie.

“Shall I?” Jamie waved her tablet.

“No time,” Ankari said, hearing the pounding of boots again just outside the door. She almost said, “No point,” as well, but remembered the laundry chute in the other bay. She scanned the walls, spotted a similar hinged square halfway down this room, and pointed. “There. Go.”

She jumped onto the beds to avoid the two robots rolling toward them. Jamie took another route, crawling under the beds instead of over them. One of the robots raised a stun gun, spinning on its rollers to track her. Ankari shot at it even as she leaped from bed to bed. Her laser melted part of the robot’s wrist, but the wild shot missed her intended target. The robot fired, a
whomp
sounding at the same time as Ankari flung herself down between two beds. Energy crackled through the air where her head had been. It might not have killed her, the way a laser pistol would, but it would have knocked her senseless for long enough for the security men to catch up.

She almost landed on Jamie, who was still crawling beneath the beds.

“Hi,” Jamie blurted as she scrambled under the next one.

“They’re in here,” someone called from the doorway. So much for that attempt to melt the lock.

Ankari took off after Jamie. They were about a third of the way down the bay, with the chute at the halfway point. Maybe they had a chance of making it. So long as the chute opened without a special code or sensor scan. And so long as it was indeed a laundry chute and not a trash incinerator.

That thought blasted into her head with such alarming intensity that she almost stopped right there. Escaping these men was not worth flinging herself to her death. But with the security officers shooting with laser pistols, could she be certain their attempts to “just stop her” wouldn’t prove fatal? They ought to be using stun guns if they wanted to capture her alive. Granted, those didn’t have the range or pinpoint accuracy of a laser pistol. And maybe the security guards didn’t care if they seriously maimed her on the way to stopping her...

“They’re down there,” someone said. “On the floor. Get those robots out of the way and get them.”

Jamie reached the chute before Ankari. She paused, looked back, and pointed. “In?”

“Is it for laundry?” Ankari asked, hurrying to catch up.

“I think so. There’s a bin right here.” Jamie pushed it into the aisle—maybe it would hamper their pursuers. “Looks like it’s for sheets.”

“Good. Yes. In.”

“Hah, see you,” a man growled from the floor several beds behind Ankari. He glared at her from his belly and stretched a weapon toward them.

Ankari did not look long enough to determine if it was a stun gun or a laser pistol. After being shot at with laser fire once, she would assume the worst. She was still one bed away from the chute—Jamie’s feet were leaving the floor as she clawed her way through the chest-high opening—but Ankari leaped to her feet. The man’s weapon whined, and the air shivered with the invisible pulse from a stun gun.

She jumped over the bed and almost crashed into a man who was vaulting over the sheet bin. He reached for her even as she landed. She turned that landing into a launching pad, thrusting a side kick at him before his fingers could wrap around her arm. He hadn’t had a chance to steady himself from his own jump, and he tumbled backward, tipping into the bin.

Not daring to hesitate to check the way, Ankari hurled herself into the chute. Darkness surrounded her, and she dropped immediately, tumbling like a rock. A rock that bounced from side to side in the chute, falling farther than she had anticipated. Terror clutched at her heart as she picked up speed. She had been envisioning a dip to a laundry room on the floor below the hospital, but she had to be falling into the bowels of the space station, far below the bottom level that was accessible to the general populace. Maybe this wasn’t the laundry chute after all. A vision of going careening out into space at the bottom came to mind.

Her back struck the side with a final thud, and she fell through open air. She curled into a ball, knowing she should roll and try to protect her bones from breaking when she struck. But the space around her remained black, and she couldn’t see if the ground approached. Until she struck.

She landed on a pile of linens, her feet touching down first, but the momentum of the fall took her tumbling down a hill. She stayed in a ball, trying to keep her hands and feet from snagging in the mountain of fabric underneath her. Even though landing on sheets might be preferable to landing on cement, the fall still blasted the air from her lungs and pummeled her as she rolled butt over head. Finally, the steep slope lessened, and she slowed to a stop.

A pitiful groan sounded in the air. At first, she thought she had made the noise—it was justified, certainly—but no, that had to be Jamie. The sound came from the other side of the... whatever this was. Since she couldn’t see, she couldn’t determine that it was a room. The only break in the darkness came from a row of tiny green lights to the side, the controls for some machinery.

“Jamie?” Ankari whispered.

Another groan sounded.

“Did you hurt anything?”

“I hurt
everything
. Again.”

“Maybe Sergei will give you a massage tonight.” Ankari forced herself to her feet, ignoring the muscles that protested that landing. She felt like lumpy dough that had endured the ministrations of a ruthless rolling pin, but they couldn’t linger here. The security officers would know where they had gone and send men.

“I think I need bandages, not a massage.”

Ankari pulled out her tablet, turned on the flashlight, and almost yelped when her beam chanced across a metallic torso two paces away from her. The hulking robot rolled toward her on soundless wheels, its yellow eyes glinting in the reflection of her light. Sharp prongs protruded toward her from where arms should have been. She scampered to the side, thinking it was another security robot out to get her.

It did not turn to follow her. Instead it continued to the linens pile, lowered the twin prongs, extended them, and lifted a heap of sheets. It rolled backward, ignoring Ankari as it headed for the green lights, which were part of a row of giant washing machines.

Jamie gripped her forearm. “You’re not going to make me reprogram
them
, are you?”

“No.” Ankari found a door with her flashlight. “We’re getting out of here before security shows up. And then...” She took a deep breath, the image of those lasers firing at her seared into her memory. “And then, I’m going to find out why it’s suddenly acceptable to fire lasers at petty thieves.” It might not be the first time she had been shot at, but that wasn’t an experience that ever grew easy to deal with, and this
was
the first time lawmen had at shot her with weapons that could kill.

“That was alarming,” Jamie said as they headed for the door. “And not just because I was standing next to you.” She grimaced, favoring her right leg. She
would
need more than a massage. “It can’t be because of that captain’s tablet, can it? Or because of the information we saw on it?”

Ankari glanced sharply at her friend. She hadn’t thought of that. Was this Fleet meeting secret? So secret they would kill to keep it that way? It was hard to imagine that. The Fleet wasn’t the mafia, and besides, one could hardly hide a conference that would take place on a public space station, where the docking ships would be visible to anyone on the station or cruising past it. Besides, the second guard had used a stun gun. Maybe his compatriot had simply been overzealous. If so, that still wasn’t all that comforting.

“I don’t know,” Ankari said. “But I plan to find out. And I’m going to figure out how to publicly reveal this mafia problem too.”

“Is that wise? Fleet is already mad at you. Security is apparently mad at you. If you annoy whatever mafia people are here, too, how will you ever get out of here alive?”

“I don’t know,” Ankari said again, her voice low. Maybe picking this fight was foolish, but she couldn’t pick a fight with the Fleet. That could never come out well. A fight with the mafia... At least that might help people, and she had a vague notion that if she helped enough people—or the right people—she might somehow clear her name, or at least have her charges dropped. Whatever those charges were. She definitely needed to find that out. Along with a dozen other things.

Feeling daunted, she wished Viktor was with her, and not only so he could massage her battered muscles.

Chapter 8

Viktor was tired of his own thoughts. Without access to the network so he could research his suspicions, so he could relieve his curiosity, there was no point in thinking them. A half a day in jail, and he was already longing for his punching bag so he could relieve the tension in his limbs. Instead, he did pushups. He had stopped counting long ago. He simply performed them until his muscles gave way and he had to drop to the floor. Then he rested, contemplated how he could possibly trick the sensors into thinking there was a fire in his cell, and did another round.

“Visitor for Mandrake,” someone up the corridor said. A buzz sounded, and a door lock was released.

Viktor jumped to his feet and thought about grabbing his shirt—he had removed it so he wouldn’t sweat in it, having no idea when he might get to bathe or do laundry next. Most likely, it would be Borage returning with news, but he found himself hoping to see Ankari stroll into view, a quirky smile on her lips. He wouldn’t mind being caught shirtless for her.

Stop it, he told himself. Thoughts of nudity, and what nude people did together, were not the priority. The priority was his need to know that she was all right, that his impulsiveness in the burning pet store hadn’t resulted in trouble for her. He also felt bad that he had walked away, the flex-cuffs securing his wrists, without looking back and meeting her eyes in some silent exchange that might have let her know how much he cared. But if the security guards had not known she was with him, he hadn’t wanted to be the one to alert them.

“Mandrake again?” someone else responded, the guard on the inside of the cellblock most likely. “Who knew that thug would be so popular?”

“Jealous, Marks?”

“Nah. So far, it’s only been men who visited him. If anything with breasts comes to see him, then I might be jealous.”

“Anything? I didn’t know you had such low standards. Maybe that pet store that blew up has some apes that would do.”

Viktor ignored the rest of their lewd banter, because his visitor had walked into view. Captain Xu. Still clad in his black Fleet uniform, he stopped in front of the cell, clasped his hands behind his back, and stared at Viktor. His bronze face was unreadable. His almond-shaped eyes narrowed slightly, but that might have signified irritation, scrutiny, or thoughtfulness. Viktor folded his arms across his chest and stared back. He stood six inches taller than the man, and his biceps were probably larger around than Xu’s thighs, but the captain did not look like someone who was intimidated easily.