'Oh.
'To reassure you further, Marius has just arrived on Ganthia.
'What's on Ganthia? He immediately cursed himself for asking.
'We're not sure. However, it is over two hundred light years from Pulap. We would not ask you to make this delivery unless it was urgent.
'I don't know.
'It will take us time to replace you. There was bound to be some overlap before your successor can be fully initiated.
'I didn't say I was going to stop helping you. He gave his image in the mirror an angry stare, then broke away and stuffed his clothes into the laundry basket. 'All right, I'll deliver the starship; but after this I want at least three days' notice of any assignment.
'Thank you.
Araminta didn't sleep much. The bed which the couch expanded into was fine, its ageing mattress accommodating and the duvet warm. The twins next door made no noise to bother her. It was all due to worry. Worry that any second the door would come crashing down and the Ellezelin paramilitaries would rampage through the little house to grab her, hurting Tandra and the children in the process.
I had no right to come here and put them in danger.
Worry, also, about what to do next. She knew who she wanted to talk to, but the how of it was difficult. In the hours she wasn't actively fretting she went through all the communication technology files stored in her lacuna. There were more than she realized; accumulated so she could hardwire her properties for Unisphere access and integrate domestic systems with the house net. They gave her quite a good base of practical knowledge. All she had to do then was work out how to apply it.
She kept examining the whole problem like some particularly stupid program. If A doesn't work, try B, then C. She was on Z for about the eighth time when morning light finally started to glow through the cheap paper blinds over the window. But that eighth Z was certainly possible, maybe even quite clever. It also had the big advantage that no one would be able to predict it. That was the crucial part. She wasn't under any illusions now about how desperate Living Dream was to catch her. Every aspect of her life would be analysed for clues. And every one would be pursued.
Araminta sat up as Tandra tried to tiptoe through the living room to the galley kitchen.
'Sorry, Tandra said. 'Did I wake you?
'No.
Tandra pulled the blinds up. 'Wow, you look terrible.
'Didn't sleep much, Araminta admitted.
Martyn emerged from the bathroom, dressed in a worn t-shirt and blue shorts. 'Morning, he mumbled, scratching his hair then moving on to his armpit.
'Still glad you came? Tandra asked lightly. She and Araminta started giggling as Martyn frowned at the pair of them. He walked through the archway to the kitchen.
'Can I steal some of your makeup? Araminta asked when she heard him banging cups and bowls about.
'Hell yes, honey, Tandra said. 'Half the membrane scales are way past their expiry date, but that's all a big con anyway. You use them, I sure don't get much chance to doll up.
'Thanks.
'You going to see a guy?
'Not quite, no.
'Okay. You want some coffee?
Araminta smiled. The coffee Martyn had produced from the galley kitchen last night had been terrible. 'Lovely, thank you.
Breakfast was a messy affair, with the five of them squeezed round the little table in the living room. The twins were playing up, taking forever to scoop down their cereal. Araminta munched on her toast, trying not to laugh as an increasingly exasperated Tandra threatened and pleaded with the children.
Afterwards, she sat on the bed in Tandra's room, and started applying the makeup scales. Tandra had a surprising number of cosmetic cases from various companies; some had been heavily used, while others were still untouched. Over half an hour Araminta managed to change the appearance of her features, disguising her rounded cheeks in favour of a more angular quality, careful shadowing under her jaw made it appear more prominent and square. Simple lenses changed her eye colour to a deep blue. She sprayed her hair, darkening it to near-raven; then plaited it in a way she hadn't done since high school.
Tandra bought her clothes in. 'Clean, and fixed as best as our poor old bot can manage. I must find a better stitching program. She dropped them on the mattress next to Araminta. 'Now that's different. I barely recognize you.
Araminta flashed her friend a grateful smile. 'Thanks.
'Don't want to worry you, Tandra said closing the door. 'But Matthew just called. There have been people in Nik's this morning asking after you. Three lots of people.
'Oh Ozzie. All the fear and panic from yesterday came storming back into lu-r mind.
Tandra sat beside her. 'Is it bad?
'About as bad as it can get. I'm going to leave right now. I should never have come.
'That's all right, honey, I could do with my life shaking up a bit.
Araminta shook off her borrowed robe, and began pulling her patched trousers on. 'Not like this. Listen, if anyone comes asking for me, you tell them the complete truth. All of it.
'What's to tell?
'That I was here. Don't deny anything. Don't hold back.
'Gee, if you're sure?
She pulled on her blouse, marvelling that Tandra's cleaner had managed to get the grass stains out of the elbows. 'Never more so.
With the toolbelt round her waist again, and the fleece covering it up she was ready to leave.
'Thank you again, she said at the door. Martyn's uncertain grin only made her feel more ashamed.
'You take care now, Tandra said, and kissed her goodbye.
Araminta walked fast for the first twenty minutes, close to a jog, putting as much distance as she could between her and Tandra's family. After that, with sweat soaking into her blouse she slowed a little, puffing away, hoping her flushed cheeks wouldn't dislodge the cosmetic membranes. She couldn't open the fleece to cool off, that would expose her toolbelt.
It was a long way to her destination, an office over in the Salisbury district, which was on the other side of town from Tandra's place. Quickest route would be straight through the centre, but she avoided that, anxious not to encounter too many people. Besides, there were more street sensors in the centre. So she walked in a long curve away from the river, then back down the slope to the north of the docks.
Three hours after she started she was in Salisbury. The buildings here were nearly all commercial, interspaced with a few estates of cheaper housing that had been shipped in from the
Suvorov continent, prefab aluminium brick rooms locked together into bungalows in whatever configuration suited the landlord. Their gardens were marked off with chain link fencing, containing straggly lawns or big areas of gravel chip, with several parked ground vehicles and the odd broken capsule.
The metro line cut through the centre of the district, with a small number of branch lines splitting off. A few cabs hummed past. Trike pods were the preferred transport, though there weren't many zipping about today. Bicycles outnumbered them nearly two to one. There were enough pedestrians that she didn't feel too conspicuous. Even the Ellezelin capsules didn't use the skies above Salisbury.
Araminta had never been to the district before, so it took her another hour walking down the main roads checking the signs before she found Harrogate Street. A deserted stub of concrete ending five hundred metres from the intersection in a big field of rubble from some stalled redevelopment project. Amazingly, a metro line ran all the way up to the barrier round the waste ground. The buildings on either side were a mix of offices and industrial units and storage barns.
Now she was conspicuous, the only person on the pavement where weeds had started to lift the cracked concrete, and compacted rubbish clogged the gutters. A third of the way towards the redevelopment site she found the building she wanted, a medium-sized warehouse of composite panels and cheap solar roofing. The front had a single storey lean-to built on, housing the company offices. The company in question being Genuine Spanish Crepes, as advertised by a small orange sign on the security caged front door. The windows were all boarded up with sheets of armoured carbotanium, and the side walls covered in graffiti scrawls so old their glow had decayed to near invisibility.