Joseph shrugged. "Exactly. You know Joat. I know Joat. Was that-" he jerked his chin back at the tunnel mouth "-in the least like the Joat we know?"
"What'll we do?"
"We must play the dice as they fall from the hand of the God," he said. "To begin, let us find Joat. I have," he went on, and a slight chill settled in Alvec's stomach, "some questions for her."
Joat threw herself into the Captain's couch.
"Rand!" she barked. "If you're in V.R. pull yourself out. I need your help here and it's going to take all your attention." Her hands flew over her comp, pulling up Rohan's computer address system.
"What is it, Joat? I was engaged in a most diverting-"
"We've got to break into Nomik Ciety's data system. I want to know who he's been talking to for the last two months. I don't much care about content just now, but I want to know who and where from. And if there's anything specially encrypted…"
"All of his incoming messages are encrypted. All of everybody's messages are encrypted on Rohan. I wouldn't be terribly surprised to discover that they think in encryption here." Rand paused. "Your instructions are the same as when you left, Joat. But your attitude is decidedly more urgent. What happened?"
Joat lifted her hands from the comp and looked at her fingers; they were long and graceful, with the slightly used look of someone who worked with her hands on delicate-but sometimes hot or sparking-instrumentation. She folded the hands into fists and leaned back into her chair, closed her eyes, took two deep breaths.
Then she spoke, without opening them.
"I just lost my mind, Rand," she explained. Her voice had a weary tone. "I almost got us all killed and at the time," she shook her head slowly, "I didn't care." She pushed her hair off her face with both hands. "I don't believe I did that," she said.
"Where are Alvec and Joseph?" Rand asked.
"Looking for me, most likely," she said "Tell them… Tell them I need time to regain my composure, that's true enough. Tell them I'll be in touch shortly. Tell them to relax and take advantage of CenSec's generosity. But don't tell them where I am!" She turned to glare at it "You got that?"
"It's done, Joat. Joseph says to tell you that you and he need to talk."
"Did he ask where I was?"
"Yes, I told him that you hadn't said," Rand's voice sounded strained. "I don't understand how you humans can do that so casually. I find it very disorienting to make statements that are contrary to the facts."
Joat smiled gently at it. "Thank you for lying for me, Rand. I know you don't like it. What did Al say?"
"Alvec says he'll bring you home some take-out."
Joat smiled wanly at that.
"I belted Nomik Ciety in the chops," she said. Then she smiled faintly in satisfaction. "I knocked him right on his ass."
After a moment, Rand asked, "Was that wise?"
She sighed, "Certainly not. But I really needed to do it."
Rand's lights glowed yellow in puzzlement.
"I believe I have insufficient information," it concluded. "Because based on what you've just told me, I would be forced to agree that you have, indeed, lost your mind."
"Oh, I did," she assured it. "But it's back now and we have work to do. What have you found out so far?"
"The Kolnari have apparently never actually visited Rohan," it told her.
Joat waved a hand dismissively.
"Not surprising, they're uncomfortable off their ships, they like to have a ceiling over their heads and walls around them. Looking up through that dome would just about drive them crazy. Besides, they don't exactly enjoy socializing with other races." She shook her head "They'd use go-betweens or tight beam communications. My bet is the latter. See if you can find anything unusual in ship to port messages. Meanwhile, I'll try'n get into Ciety's cyber-house through a back door."
The two worked intently for a while and the quiet soothed Joat's jangled nerves. There's nothing like working out a technical problem to get yourself centered, she thought.
"I'm in!" Joat called.
"Congratulations," Rand said. Then, "Or perhaps not."
Her head snapped up.
"What?"
"Something's wrong. Something's gotten in."
"What is it?" she demanded.
"I don't know. But it's eating me."
Chapter Twelve
"Sal?"
"Yeah?" he looked up from The Anvil's accounts at his secretary.
"That fine that Mr. va Riguez wanted paid?"
"Yeah?" he said again, with exaggerated patience. This particular employee seemed incapable of just saying what was on his mind.
"Can't do it. Mr. va Riguez's account says insufficient funds."
Sal grunted and reached for the note-screen in his secretary's hand. He skimmed through the bankers' jargon until he reached the amount of the fine.
"Oi vey!" he exclaimed. "That can't be right."
"I double checked it, Sal. That's the right amount."
"A hundred and twenty thousand credits! You gotta be kiddin' me. What the hell did Simeon-Hap do for a fine that size?"
"I couldn't find out." The secretary shrugged. "It's confidential." Sal just looked at him from under lowered brows.
"Get me Dyson," he said at last. "Now."
Graf Dyson shrugged. "She had to be fined, Sal. She entered the station illegally."
Sal gave him a look. "A hundred and twenty thousand?" he said.
Dyson threw up his hands and leaned forward. "Look," he said, "Clal va Riguez says to me, make it a big fine. Use your discretion. And she ticked me off." He leaned back and shrugged. "So I did what he said."
Sal rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Well, he told me to pay it. But his account says insufficient funds. I don't think he expected it to be this much." He gave Dyson a hard look. "He didn't set a ceiling?"
Graf didn't like Sal's attitude. This wasn't even his affair and he was getting really pushy. Besides, Graf's dealings were supposed to be confidential. And this conversation was lasting way too long.
"Look, maybe you're right, maybe there's been a misunderstanding. Have va Riguez call me. We'll straighten it out."
"He's not here," Sal grumbled, still looking like he was waiting for a concession.
"What is this?" Dyson snapped, suddenly angry. People were supposed to come to him hat in hand and to say thanks when they left. He'd had dealings with Sal before and hadn't gotten the respect he thought he deserved. "I don't discuss your business with other people. I won't discuss va Riguez's business with you. He has a problem, have him get back to me. I don't hear from him, I figure he wants this fine to stick. You," he snapped a finger towards Sal, "I don't wanta hear from." And he disconnected.
He leaned back thoughtfully. Maybe I should reduce it, he thought. Mr. va Riguez had told him no more than twenty thousand. Yeah, but if I lower it now, Sal will think he's scored one off me. Dyson grimaced.
Then again, if va Riguez has gone missing then maybe he never intended to take care of this. And Dyson was experienced enough to know that to an operation like Joat's twenty thousand might as well be a hundred and twenty thousand. So. I'll leave it. If he contacts me, I'll say I misunderstood. If he doesn't, New Destinies gets a little richer. He grinned. And Sal gets a message. Don't mess with Graf Dyson.
Sal leaned back in his chair. He wasn't happy about not being able to follow va Riguez's orders. The man was a good customer, and he represented another, more shadowy, good customer that Sal had been doing business with for years.