Bennett waited, not wanting to force the old man to talk of things so obviously a source of pain and regret. Filled with a sense of foreboding, he returned the pix of the young woman.
Mackendrick smiled. “This isn’t an actual image of a real person, Bennett. It’s computer-generated, taken from pix of Sita when she was nine. It’s how she probably would look now.”
Bennett found his voice. “You mean, your daughter died?”
He wondered why Mackendrick had kept computer-aged images of Sita. Perhaps, he thought, for the same reason that I rely on the hologram of Ella.
Mackendrick was shaking his head. “It was thirteen years ago, a year before Naheed passed on. I was working at my offices in Calcutta. Putting in a lot of time. Looking back I realise I neglected Sita. I hardly saw her during that period. She was looked after by a nanny. She was just ten at the time.”
Mackendrick paused there, staring through the view-screen at the flickering void.
“I was at the office when the break-in happened. Sita was in her room, her nanny asleep in another part of the house.” He paused again. “They took some things from the safe in my study—nothing that valuable, as it happened. The shortest way from my study to the grounds of the house was through Sita’s room. They broke in through her bedroom window on the first floor. We don’t know what happened exactly…
“When I got back early that morning I found the safe opened and Sita missing. I… I couldn’t live through that discovery again, Josh. Finding evidence of robbery, thinking only of my daughter. Rushing to her room… There was evidence of a struggle. Things thrown around the room. But there was no trace of… no sign that she’d been injured. We think they took her because she saw them, might’ve been able to identify the intruders. Rather than kill her they took her and…
“At first we assumed she was dead, killed and dumped somewhere. It was a nightmare period, Bennett. I couldn’t help but think of the worst, that they’d sold Sita to surgeons for medical experiments, or for spare parts surgery, or to other evil bastards. Then, a month or so later, sightings of a young girl fitting Sita’s description started coming in. I was filled with hope, convinced that she was still alive, living on the street, unable to find her way home. I thought perhaps she’d lost her memory.” He shook his head. “That was thirteen years ago. The terrible thing is not knowing. I keep having these pix updated, in the hope that some day…”
He returned the pix to his breast pocket.
“We live in hope, Bennett, and I don’t know whether that’s an admirable thing or not. Perhaps I should have reconciled myself to the worst-case scenario long ago, and tried to forget.”
A silence came between the two men. Bennett wanted to say something, to find words of consolation. Instead, inadequately, he just nodded.
Footsteps sounded along the corridor. Ten Lee entered the flight-deck.
“We’re due to phase from the void in one hour,” she said. “Will you run through the systems with me, Joshua?”
Bennett nodded, relieved that she didn’t mention the SIH. He needed time to think about what she had said.
He left Mackendrick on the engineer’s couch, strapped himself into the pilot’s couch and for the next hour concentrated on the familiar routine of checks and analyses. He felt a tension tight within him. Soon, in a matter of minutes, he would be experiencing for the first time the light of another sun.
Ten Lee nodded. “That’s it, Joshua. Phase-out in two minutes and counting…”
Bennett looked up from the control console and through the viewscreen, ready for the first sight of the star system.
“One minute…”
The void seemed to coagulate around the ship, the stars no longer streaming in towards them. The scene stilled, became a static slab of grey marble.
“Three… two… one…”
They phased out.
The void was replaced by a regular spacescape: a scatter of distant stars, the sun in the mid-ground and the orbiting planets diminishing in perspective. They were coming in on a ten-degree angle to the plane of the ecliptic, the sound of the ion-drive like an explosion after the relative quiet of trans-c flight.
He transferred the Cobra to the program system Mackendrick had written for the approach to Penumbra, and the ship accelerated through space.
“Estimated arrival time, four minutes and twenty seconds,” Ten Lee said.
Bennett concentrated on the read-outs scrolling down his visor screen, only occasionally looking through them to admire the view. The gas giant, which shielded Penumbra from the direct light of the sun, swelled alarmingly, a vast rolling orb of pastel green and ochre gas bands. Bennett made out the coin-like disc of Penumbra against the upper hemisphere of the giant, minuscule by comparison. The Cobra swooped ever closer and Penumbra grew, took on definition as a separate planet.
Ten Lee said, “Entry into planetary atmosphere in ten seconds… eight…”
From his position on the engineer’s couch, Mackendrick said, “My God, it’s beautiful…”
The planet became a broad, curved bow that spanned the width of the viewscreen, purple land showing through swirls of mauve cloud. The Cobra bucked as they hit the troposphere. Bennett slowed their descent, trimmed the angle of entry. Rags of cloud beat against the viewscreen. The ship rumbled like a toboggan, Bennett and Ten Lee swaying in their couches. In a split second they dropped through the floor of the cloud, from a realm of muffling opacity to a brighter scene of rearing purple mountains and vein-like rivers. They hit another stratum of cloud, this one the periphery of a storm front. Bennett disengaged from the pre-programmed flight-plan and took control of the Cobra, trying to veer around the edge of the storm pattern.
“We’re three degrees off course if we want to come down in the vicinity of the geographical features,” Ten Lee reported with calm efficiency. “Three-and-a-half degrees and increasing…”
“There’s nothing I can do about that,” Bennett said. “I’m not taking us through the storm, Ten. This is bad enough.”
Even as he spoke the Cobra was batted about the sky like a storm-tossed leaf. Bennett accelerated, trying to outrun the storm front. The vibration increased as the storm chased them and caught up, rattling Bennett and Ten Lee in their couches. He had no time to check how Mackendrick was coping. He fought with the controls, feeling the weight of the craft responding sluggishly.
At one point he gave a manic laugh, and earned a quick glance from Ten Lee. “What, Joshua?”
“It’s like… it’s like the craziest roller-coaster ride in all creation!” he yelled.
“This is nothing compared to Bhao Khet,” she responded.
Cloud ripped against the screen as the Cobra dived through the storm. Ten Lee called out a constant string of co-ordinates, her anticipation lightning quick. If anything, the storm seemed to be getting worse. To get this far, he thought with increasing dread, only to crash-land and… He grunted as he wrestled with the controls, the ship responding like a reluctant animal.
At one point, as if sensing that he was losing control, Ten Lee took over. Something seemed to side-swipe at the Cobra, and Bennett yelled in sudden fear as he felt himself losing control.
“It’s okay, Josh!” Ten Lee shouted.
She sequenced a flight-pattern through the high-pressure area and took them through. Then, without a word, she disengaged and handed the ship back.
Bennett smiled to himself. “Thanks, Ten. Where’d you learn to sequence like that?”
She just smiled to herself and stared at the figures scrolling down her visor screen.
The Cobra screamed low over violet snow-capped peaks and planed down towards a spreading purple plain.
“We’re heading ever further from our destination,” Ten Lee said.