“The fence,” she said. “That’s how we’ll do it. It’s perfect. And it’s metal.”
“So when we take down the perimeter fence,” Danner explained to Sara Hiam, who peered out from the tiny screen in Danner’s mod, “our spy, whoever she is, should find that worrying enough to call the Kurst. We’ll be listening—Sigrid up there, Letitia down here—we’ll catch her. Or them. And… well, it would just make me feel better if we took down that perimeter. There’s no history of violence from these natives; it simply serves to make us feel like we’re trapped inside, while they have the run of the entire planet. Makes good sense from a psychological point of view.”
“You don’t need to sell it so hard.”
Danner leaned forward. “But you know what the real beauty of it is? The fence is metal. Tons and tons of metal we can use as trade goods. If we get stranded here. I thought about it while I was fencing with Kahn. All the metal in those foils. We could melt it down—”
“I’m surprised you didn’t think of sharpening up the foils and using them as weapons.”
Danner did not know how seriously Hiam meant that. “The metal would be more useful as trade goods, I think,” she said carefully. “And we have plenty of other material available for weaponry. Projectiles are our best bet in a world like this: bows, slings, spears. All of which can be made without metals. And we have ceramics people who can figure out how to work this olla, for blades, if we need them. What metal we do use will go on things like plows, adzes, scissors, needles, chisels… tools.” Sara was looking at her with a curious expression, almost fondly, and suddenly Danner felt embarrassed. All her ideas suddenly sounded like the fantasies of a young girl who had once dreamed of riding a horse over the plains, yelling, waving her bow and arrows, and challenging the wind.
“You’ve done a lot of thinking.”
“Yes.”
“Good. So have I. Danner, you need to find a way to get the three of us off this platform without the Kurst finding out. Just in case. I have one or two ideas, but there are problems.”
It was night, and Vincio was off duty, when the call from Sara aboard Estrade came through to Danner’s office.
“Hannah, we have the signal.” The doctor looked over her shoulder, said something. Danner’s screen split: Hiam on one side, Sigrid on the other. Sigrid was a pale woman, with washed-out eyes.
“It’s the same frequency, Commander.”
“Hold on.” Danner used her wristcom. “Dogias. It’s coming through. Same frequency. Keep this channel open.” She spoke to Sigrid. “Any direction yet?”
“No. But a preliminary scan shows it at the north end, maybe northwest end of Port.”
Danner spoke into her wristcom. “Dogias, Sigrid says north, northwest.”
“I hear and obey.”
Danner sighed.
“Problems?” Sara asked from the screen.
“No. Just Dogias being herself.” She shook her head. “Hold a moment.” She punched up Lu Wai’s call. “Sergeant, we have the signal.”
“Yes, ma’am. I heard. I’m here with Letitia. I’m on it.”
“Initial direction is north, or northwest. Take Kahn.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“And keep this channel open.”
“Yes, ma—”
Dogias interrupted. “I think the signal originates about three hundred meters in from the perimeter.”
Danner pulled up a map of Port Central. “There are a lot of buildings there.”
“Not all on the net.”
Danner looked at the screen. “Sigrid, can you tell us whether it’s a net signal or personal relay?”
Sigrid smiled faintly as she worked. “Not net,” she said eventually.
“Damn,” Dogias said. “Could be anywhere, then.”
Danner knew better than to tell her to keep looking. Dogias knew her job.
“Lu Wai here. Suggest Officer Kahn and I run standard enter-and-search pattern.”
“Negative. Repeat, negative. Leave it to Letitia and Sigrid to pinpoint. Where are you now?”
“About five hundred meters from the perimeter. Between guard posts six and seven.”
“Any activity?”
“Plenty. We’re right by Rec.”
“Status?”
“Conspicuous. Both in full armor.”
That was not good. She wanted this action to be inconspicuous. Two armored Mirrors were unusual enough to excite comment from the women going to and from the bars and screen theaters of Rec. “Keep Kahn armored up but out of sight. You strip to usual guard attire. I want this kept quie—”
Sigrid interrupted. “I have a bearing. Using you as zero, signal emanating from north 336, west 42. Give or take five meters.”
Danner split her screen again, added the coordinates to her schematic of the complex. Three small buildings directly behind Rec. “Dogias, we have a possible in the Rec area storage and office row. Can you confirm?”
“A moment.” Dogias hummed to herself. “Well, well, well,” she said, sounding pleased. “I can tell you exactly where she is. Tell Lu Wai she’ll find the spy hiding behind the beans.”
Danner bit back her irritation. “Sergeant, Dogias—”
“Understood, ma’am. I overheard. Suspect in dry goods storage. We’ll apprehend.”
“Negative. Take containment positions, and hold.” She hesitated, then reached for her helmet. “Sara, Sigrid,” she said, as she checked her equipment, “I’m going out there. Keep monitoring. All communications from now on come via my command channel.” She clipped down her helmet, pulled on gauntlets, and tongued on the in-suit comm system. “Dogias. Keep monitoring. All comm through command.”
“Thought you sounded like you’re talking from the inside of a garbage can. Will do. She’s still talking, by the way. Want to hear what she’s saying?”
“It’s not coded?”
“Well yes, but I’ve had a couple of minutes. She’s used a fairly simple variation on—”
“Negative on that suggestion.” Talking would only distract her. “Record only.
Unless in your judgment the communication suggests immediate danger to any of my personnel.” She thought of Sara. “Or those aboard Estrade.”
It was snowing. Her suit warmed rapidly, and the starvision visor turned the world smoky gray, ethereal, with the snow drifting down in black flakes. The grass was frozen, but she could not hear the crunch of her footsteps: all sound, all vision, all sensation was filtered by her suit. She was isolated from the world, just as though this were one of her first virtual-reality training missions as a cadet.
She walked through the night, her mouth dry with the familiar taste of adrenaline.
Once she saw a small mammal scuttle through the grass, a lighter gray against the grainy background.
Kahn was standing perfectly still by the north wall of Rec. Without Danner’s starvision, she would have been invisible.
“Kahn, I see you.” Kahn slowly scanned the area, then raised a hand in acknowledgment. “Stay put. From now on, if you see anyone pass by here, detain her.”
“Acknowledged.”
Lu Wai was crouched underneath one of four lit windows.
“I’m fifty meters behind you,” Danner said quietly, walking. “Is she in there?”
“Yes.”
“Exits?”
“Just one, east of the building. And the windows. We need Kahn up here.”
Danner squatted next to Lu Wai and slid up her visor. “Agreed.”
On the command channel, tinny now because of the outside air, she heard Lu Wai ordering Kahn to join them beside the window. The sergeant turned to her. “Suggest Kahn and I take the entrance, bring the spy into custody.”
Danner nodded. “I’ll send Kahn along when you’re in position. Wait for my signal before you proceed. And do it quietly.”