Abu nodded. ''I have been stuck in traffic behind just such shipments. They do come from that plant.''
''Which will teach me not to ask questions.'' Kris sighed. ''So far, I have not involved you in anything but a conversation. If I say more, you may become indictable for crimes.''
''Like industrial espionage. Yes, I know what we do to people who break that law on Turantic.'' The cabby frowned. ''What do you think is going on?''
''Back when my Great-grandfather Ray was just leading a brigade, fighting for Unity, the Society of Humanity was playing catch-up. They made a Navy by adding reactors and power storage, lasers and ice to a lot of merchant ships.''
''And you wonder if Turantic is doing the same?''
''There haven't been any profits here for three years. The money has to have gone somewhere.''
''And what did I help you do at that last factory?''
''I released nano reconnaissance drones upwind to ride the wind to and through the plant. They brought me pictures, mostly antimissile lasers for army use.''
''Something I may be carrying next week. Hmm. What is the range of your nano spies?''
So much for avoiding that word. ''Nelly?''
''About two kilometers,'' the computer said.
''We cannot get that close to that plant. Do you have any that could go farther?''
''I could remake the nanos to a range of ten kilometers, but that would mean cutting their numbers by a third,'' Nelly said.
''Allah akbar,'' the cabby muttered. ''Your computer can do such a thing in the hour it will take me to drive across town?''
''If Nelly says she can do that, she can do it.''
''Nelly. The computer has a name.''
''I most certainly do,'' Nelly said. ''I will not be bossed around by a ‘Hey, you.' ''
''She sounds like my wife. Be careful, young woman, or you may end up as henpecked as me.''
''I think I already am.'' Kris sighed. ''Nelly, I want a homing device as well. Our hang time on the other side of that last plant was too risky. Let's drop a homer and let the nanos close on it.''
''I will do that.''
''Now, wise cabdriver, how do you propose that we get around the security at that plant?''
''There is a major road here, upwind of the plant. I think I may have car trouble there for a few minutes. Then, about seven kilometers downwind of your plant is a very swank restaurant. Too expensive for my blood, though they claim to serve food straight from the Levant of old Earth. My Miriam serves better food on her bad days. Anyway, that is just the place that a maid at a fine hotel might apply for a job to better herself. They are hiring, and I can download a job application. Would you like to see about a better job?''
''Would I.'' Kris grinned. ''You know, this Princess stuff is not nearly what it's cracked up to be.''
''We should all have your problems,'' Abu said dryly. But at least he was honest. Kris could count on one hand the people she'd met who would actually have said that to her face.
''May Allah grant us all fewer problems soon,'' Kris offered.
''Not a bad prayer, for an infidel. Put on your shawl like a respectable woman.'' Kris did, but not like a respectable woman, so Abu corrected her shawl before starting the long drive.
The clouds showed enthusiasm for neither burning off nor shedding rain, so the day drew on, neither blue nor wet, just a gray weight. The cabby stayed quiet, and Kris accepted his silence. Nelly stayed busy, a gentle hum in the back of Kris's mind as the computer shuffled smart molecules around. Kris studied the map, gnawing at the problems that might come her way and concluding that this spy job was a bit more complicated than the movies let on. No way was worrying a problem like this exciting or sexy. Who would waste money for a ticket to really get killed, drowned, or thrown in jail? No question about it, excitement was something horrible happening to someone else as far away from your own thin and delicate skin as possible.
''Maybe I should ask Crossenshild for some training,'' Kris muttered, thinking of the job offer from Wardhaven's head spy.
''Did you say something?''
''Just making a note to myself,'' Kris said. ''Ignore me.''
''With such a marvelous computer, I would think that you would have your, what do you call her, Nilli, remind you of everything.''
''I am Nelly,'' the computer snapped. ''Nell, Nell, Nell.''
''I apologize if I hurt your electric feelings,'' the cabby said.
''She's a bit touchy since her last upgrade,'' Kris whispered.
''I am working hard. Do not distract me.''
''Well, Nelly,'' Kris said, ''you might reduce your distractions by not listening to us mere mortals talking.''
''But that would eliminate my situational awareness.''
''What's the matter, don't you trust me to keep us safe?''
''No,'' Nelly said.
The cabby raised an eyebrow over a widening smile.
''Now you see why I don't bother Nelly with minor stuff.''
''Seems to me you may soon need a dumb computer to keep track of your day.''
''Don't let Nelly hear that.'' Kris grinned, but she knew Nelly did hear that, and with her computer behaving so strangely, Kris could only wonder what she'd make of it.
Chapter 15
An hour later Kris knew they were close to the factory. The surveillance cameras and Tow Away Zone—No Stopping signs told her.
''There goes plan A,'' she muttered.
Abu slowed down. ''What do you want me to do?''
''Drive the minimum speed limit,'' Kris said, lowering her window. It got windy. How are the nanos doing?
They are okay. What are you trying to do?
''I am at fifty-five. If I go slower, they will notice.''
''Roll down the window behind you, if you can.'' He did; the wind tunnel effect through the car got most pronounced.
MY NANOS CAN'T TAKE THIS! Nelly shouted in Kris's head. She had her finger on the window button; it was coming up even as the shout bounced around her skull. Abu had been paying attention; the rear window came up only a split second behind Kris's.
HOW ARE THE NANOS?
I CAN FIX THEM.
''What do I do now? Abu asked.
Kris rubbed at her shawl-covered head, trying to relieve the tension gripping her scalp. ''Plan A and B didn't work. We need a plan C.''
''I see,'' said the cabby.
Kris scowled at his joke; he tossed her off with a small grin. Kris glanced around, looking for an answer to her problem. She saw it. ''Stop at the next exit. I need a rest room break.''
Back in the cab, and a bit lighter, Kris pointed Abu to the route back into town. Window down, her hand wandered playfully in the wind as Nelly launched the spies on their long flight. Done, Nelly reported. Kris put up her window as Abu picked up speed in the acceleration lane.
''Now I take you where you can do some more of your magic, then I take you to the best place in town for real food, not that tasteless stuff infidels eat.''
''Ever eat Tex-Mex?'' Kris asked. ''We had this cook who said she was only three generations away from Texas back on Earth. What she did with jalapeños took your mouth a week to recover.''
''Someday I must take you home and have my Miriam serve you a meal. But this will do to open your eyes.''
Their next stop was The Great Khan's Caravansary, complete with two heavily laden plaster camels out front. The cars parked around it included several of Wardhaven's most expensive export models. Abu drove around to the entrance used by employees and deliveries. He parked against the back fence next to a sign giving the times for deliveries that blocked out the busy mealtimes. Kris got out; she spotted four, maybe five security cameras. At least two of them turned to examine her.
Abu handed her papers she took with visible reluctance. Taking a few steps toward the restaurant, she faltered, clutched her stomach and backed up. She ended leaning against the sign, fighting dry heaves. The homing beacon set, NELLY?