Outside, the air was cold and wet and smelled of snow. Danner nodded to the women who were leaving Rec in ones and twos. Halfway back to her office, she called up Lu Wai. “Sergeant, I want you to take Relman over to sick bay and check her over. She might be suffering some shock. See that she gets something to eat. Don’t talk to her until she starts talking to you. When Cardos is found, explain to her what’s going on; if you can persuade her to help us, give them five minutes alone. Whether or not Cardos is cooperative, keep them both in sick bay. Separate rooms. Use the usual procedure for reporting sick personnel to their superior. Give out that both Relman and Cardos seem to have contracted some rare infectious illness, no visitors allowed. If Captain White Moon kicks up a fuss, refer her to me.”
Let Relman stew a little in her own juices.
Her outer office was dark. The lights came up automatically when she entered, but the room still felt dark around the edges, the way empty spaces always did. In her inner office, she stripped off her gauntlets, flexing her hands a couple of times. Her head ached.
She massaged the bridge of her nose and called Dogias.
“Letitia, I need that conversation as soon as you can get it to me. Don’t send it over the net. Bring me a disk by hand.”
“If you can’t protect the net, what makes you think you can protect your system? I’ll transfer it to audio disk and wipe my comm. Your office in twenty minutes.”
Dogias was infuriating, but right as usual. Twenty minutes. She went through the empty outer office to make herself some tea.
A four‑year‑old memory superimposed itself behind her eyelids: the smile of victory on Helen Relman’s face as she stood straight while Danner attached the sub’s shoulder pips. What had Relman been thinking that day? Danner sighed. She doubted she would ever get the same pleasure from a promotion ceremony again.
She would probably never hold another promotion ceremony.
Her eyes stung. She rubbed at them impatiently. She had better things to do than indulge in old memories.
Back in her office, tea steaming in front of her, she punched in Sara Hiam’s code. “This is Danner. We have a woman called Helen Relman. Sublieutenant. She’s not talking, but there’s at least one other person working with her. Name or names unknown. Dogias will have the tape to me in just a few minutes; that might help.” She took a sip of her tea. “Or it might not.”
She put down her tea, rubbed at her forehead. “Sara, what if this woman won’t talk?”
“Make her,” Hiam said bluntly. “There are several drugs available to your medics that are efficient and painless.”
“I don’t like the idea of drugs.”
“Who does? But do you have the right to not use them to get information that might be vital to the survival of hundreds of people, just because of your squeamishness?”
Danner sighed. This was the last thing she needed.“I thought you might be a little more sympathetic, both to me and to Relman.”
Sara laughed, a flat, ugly laugh. “Sympathetic? Danner, I’m feeling too damned scared to be sympathetic. Every time I’start to fall asleep I imagine the gunnery officer aboard the Kursthitting the trigger by mistake. When I do sleep I dream about never waking up. Drug the woman, find out what you can.”
“I may not have to.”
“Maybe not. But don’t spend too long trying it the other way.”
Over the next day, Danner tried everything she knew: threats, cajolery, sympathy. Relman stayed silent. Time was running out. She decided to give Cardos, who seemed to understand the danger of Relman’s situation better than Relman herself, one more try.
When Danner brought Cardos over from her secured room in the medical wing, Kahn stood up from her chair outside the glass‑paneled sick‑bay door and prepared to go in with Cardos.
“Stay here, Anna. Let her go in alone.” Danner gestured for Cardos to go on in,
“Ma’am?”
“We’ll just wait out here.” Danner refused when Kahn offered her the chair.
Time passed slowly. The sealed skin patch in Danner’s pocket felt larger than it was. She brushed it with her fingertip. Don’t make me use this, Relman.
When Cardos came back out, she was shaking her head. “Nothing. I could try again.”
“Would it do any good?”
“I…No.”
“Officer Kahn will escort you to your room.”
“Shall I call Sergeant Lu Wai here first, ma’am?” Kahn asked.
“That won’t be necessary. And when you return, take a position at the other end of the corridor.”
Kahn looked surprised, Cardos scared. “You won’t hurt her?”
“No.” She would not have to. She stepped into sick bay.
The room was small, low‑ceilinged; the walls were a soft spring green. It held two beds, a screen, and a framed print on the wall opposite the door. There were no windows. Relman was clinged to the nearest bed; she looked better, not the awful pinched white of the evening before.
Just you and me, Relman.
“One last time, Relman. Tell me what I need to know.”
Relman ignored her.
“This isn’t a game, Lieutenant, and my time and patience have just run out. I don’t want to drug you, but I will.”
This time Relman looked at her. “No, I don’t think so. Using drugs against another’s will is illegal and unethical. I know you, Danner, You won’t do it.”
Relman really believed that, Danner thought, and then was angry: with Company, with Hiam, with Relman herself for forcing her to do this.
“God dammit, Relman. Listen to me. Really listen. Forget what you know about fair play and employee rights. Right now, above our heads, people aboard the Kurstare trying to decide whether or not to kill us all or simply abandon us. I need what you know. Hundreds of lives may depend upon it, and that supersedes all my notions of right and wrong. Believe me, I will use drugs.”
Relman paled a little. “Then go ahead. I’m not telling you anything.”
Stupid, stupid woman.
Danner took the foil package from her pocket. When she tore it open, it released a faint antiseptic smell. Use a pre‑op patch, Hiam had said, a muscle relaxant. She’ll stay awake for twenty minutes or more, and she won’t care what she talks about. I’ve had people tell me the weirdest things while they’re under.
Danner rolled up Relman’s right trouser leg and slapped the patch harder than necessary behind her knee. She could have saved herself this, Danner thought fiercely, it was in her hands. I’m not to blame. I’m not. But as she waited, she wished she were a thousand miles away.
After two minutes, Relman began to hum. Danner recognized the tune as one that had been popular on Gallipoli about eight years ago.
“Did you know, Hannah,” Relman said conversationally, “that clings are erotically stimulating? Something to do with the electricity, I think. Makes all my nerves feel alive, and my body–”
“I don’t want to know about your body. I want you to answer my questions. Who is the other spy?”
“I don’t know.”
“Of course you–” She would try another way. “Is there another spy?”
“Oh, yes.” Relman nodded. “Oh yes, yes, yes.” She could not seem to stop nodding.
“How do you know?”
“She talks to me. On my comm.”
“Is she someone you know?”
“I don’t think so. The voice is all funny–comes through a digital coder. But I always know it’s her because she uses a code number.” Relman smiled brightly, eager to be helpful.