Deathstalker War (3 page)

In Mistport, she was officially just a Sergeant of the city Watch, but she kept her Investigator’s title. Mostly because no one was stupid enough to argue the point with her. In a city full of dangerous and desperate people, no one messed with Investigator Topaz. Having met her, Owen could understand why. Without looking round, he could feel Hazel stirring at his side, like a junkyard dog scenting a rival, and Owen decided to get things started before they had a chance to get seriously out of hand.

“Director Steel and Investigator Topaz,” he said smoothly. “So good of you to come and meet us in person at such an early hour. May I present—”

“We know who you are,” said Steel. “And if you weren’t official representatives of the Golgotha underground, you’d never have been allowed to land. You’re troublemakers, and the last thing Mistport needs right now is more trouble. And for your information we haven’t got up early; we haven’t been to bed yet. Since Typhoid Mary and the esper plague, those of us who survived have been working double shifts just trying to get things back together again. And I haven’t forgotten the mess you stirred up the last time you honored us with a visit, Deathstalker. I should bill you for the damage.”

“Given the size of the docking fees, I thought you already had,” said Owen, completely unruffled.

“And before you ask,” said Hazel, “no, you don’t get your usual unofficial ten percent cut of the cargo we’re carrying. Feel free to argue the point. And I’ll feel free to cut you off at the knees. Possibly quite literally.”

“Don’t mind her,” said Owen. “She’s just being herself. If I might inquire, since we’re so persona non grata, what brings you here at all? Politeness to the underground?”

“No,” said Topaz, her voice as cold as the grave. “We just wanted a look at the legendary Jack Random.”

Random flashed them his winning smile and bowed formally. “Delighted to make your acquaintances, Investigator and Director. Rest assured, I shall do everything in my power to see that our business is carried out quietly and quickly, with the minimum of disturbance to all concerned. But I make no secret of my intention to bring Mistworld into the underground, and the central path of the rebellion. You’ve been left alone in the cold too long. It’s time for us all to stand together, and take the fight to the Empire.”

“Great,” said Steel, entirely unmoved. “Another bloody hero. We get a lot through here. They come and they go, and nothing ever changes.”

“Ah,” said Random, grinning broadly. “But they’re not Jack Random.”

To Owen’s surprise, Steel grinned back. Jenny Psycho stepped forward suddenly. “In case anyone’s forgotten, I’m still here,” she said loudly. “I represent the Mater Mundi, Our Mother of All Souls.”

“Congratulations,” said Topaz. “You’re the tenth this month. It’s the most common confidence trick in Mistport. Probably because so many people are desperate to believe in it. If you weren’t with Jack Random, I’d have you thrown in gaol on general principles. So keep your head down and don’t make waves. Is that clear?”

Jenny Psycho’s eyes blazed suddenly with an inner light, shining from her face like spotlights. Loose energy sparked and crackled on the air around her, as her power stirred within her. Her presence beat on the air like the wings of a giant bird, forcing them all back. Something lived deep within Jenny Psycho, something vast and powerful and not necessarily human, and it was awakening. Gideon Steel drew a gun. Investigator Topaz opened her mouth to sing. And Owen and Hazel threw themselves on Jenny and wrestled her to the ground. Her power lashed out at them, only to be met and swept aside by a greater power, as yet unfocused and untrained, but still more than enough to silence a mere esper who had only been touched in passing by something greater. Her presence shattered like a smashed mirror and was gone. Owen and Hazel cut off their power, rolled Jenny over, and pressed her face against the harsh surface of the landing pad. Owen sat on her, just in case, and smiled up at Steel and Topaz.

“Don’t mind Jenny. She doesn’t travel well. Once you get to know her, she’s quite objectionable.”

Steel sniffed and put away his gun. Topaz scowled. “Something happened then,” she said slowly. “I just caught the edges, but you two did something there. There’s more to you than meets the eye, Deathstalker.”

“There would have to be,” said Steel. “Welcome to Mistworld, people, and keep that esper on a short leash, or I’ll have her muzzled. The man lurking in the background behind us, and carefully staying out of harm’s way, is John Silver, our current head of starport Security. He’ll look after you during your stay, and do his best to keep you out of trouble, if he ever wants to see his pension. Best of luck in your various missions, and if anything goes wrong I don’t want to hear about it. Don’t bother popping in to say good-bye before you leave. Now, if you’ll excuse us, Topaz and I have work to do.”

And with that the two of them turned and walked away, disappearing back into the concealing fog. John Silver glared after them, made a rude noise and a ruder gesture, and strolled forward to introduce himself with an easy smile. “Don’t take it personally; they’re like that with everyone. Mostly with good reason, but that’s Mistport for you. Hello, Hazel, good to you see again.”

“Good to see you, you old pirate,” said Hazel, grinning, and stepped forward to hug Silver tightly. Owen was almost shocked. Hazel wasn’t usually a touchy-feely kind of person. He took the opportunity to study Mistport’s head of Security. Silver was tall and broad-shouldered, with sharp-edged youthful features, and wore thick, superbly cut furs topped with the scarlet cloak of the esper. He wore a simple short sword on his hip, in a well-worn leather scabbard, but Owen had no doubt the man also had a gun or two hidden under those furs somewhere. He looked the type. He also looked like he was enjoying the hug entirely too much. Silver and Hazel finally broke apart and stepped back to hold each other at arm’s length.

“Looking good, Hazel. Robbed anyone interesting recently?”

“You’d be surprised. How the hell did a rogue like you get to be head of starport Security? That’s like setting a starving wolf to guard a flock of sheep.”

Silver shrugged amiably, not insulted. “Even the fiercest wolf has to settle down and turn respectable eventually. We lost a lot of good people here during the esper plague, including most of my superiors. Typhoid Mary killed or brainburned them all in the space of a few days, and when she was finally taken down, I was the only one left standing. To everyone’s surprise, including my own, I’ve been doing a good and mostly honest job ever since. Mostly because there’s so much work to be done that I haven’t the time or the energy to be crooked.”

“Never thought I’d hear you say that,” said Hazel, laughing. She looked back, and realized Owen was studying them thoughtfully. “Owen, get up off Jenny and come and meet an old friend.” Owen got up carefully. Jenny stayed where she was, breathing harshly. Hazel grinned. “Owen, allow me to present an old confidant of mine. Ex-pirate, confidence trickster, lawyer, and occasional female impersonator when money gets short. Generally a good comrade to have with you, on either side of the law. Particularly if you’re working a swindle. Best innocent-faced liar I ever knew.”

“Which is why I’m so good at my present job,” said Silver calmly. “Takes one liar to spot another. And I know all the tricks, because I’ve used most of them in my time.”

“This is all very charming and picaresque,” said Random, “but I have business to be about.”

“Oh sure,” said Silver. “Hang around, and I’ll get you a map and some guards.”

“No need. I know my way around Mistport. And I’ve never needed guarding.” He bowed politely to them all, even Jenny, then strode confidently off into the fog, his straight back radiating strength and purpose.

“Impressive,” said Silver. “I just hope he doesn’t get mugged and rolled. We’d never hear the end of it.”

“I have my own mission, too,” said Jenny Psycho icily. Everyone looked round sharply, as they realized she’d got to her feet without being noticed. If anything, she looked even more dangerous than she had before. “I don’t need a map or guards either. Just stay out of my way.”

She stalked off into the fog, and the mists rolled aside to get out of her path. They closed again after her, and she was quickly gone. Hazel shook her head slowly.

“You know, I could have sworn we were supposed to work as a team.”

“Don’t let it bother you,” said Owen. “Personally, I feel a lot safer with them gone. Neither of them would get my vote for mental health poster child of the year.”

“You’re missing the point, as usual,” said Hazel. “God knows how much damage Jenny Psycho will cause on her own, and I particularly wanted to stick close to Jack Random, in the hope of spotting something that would prove whether he’s the real thing or not.”

“I thought you were sure he’s a fake?”

“I am. But proof would be nice.”

“We could always go after him.”

“No we couldn’t. Then he’d know for sure that we don’t trust him.”

“I hate reasoning like that,” said Owen. “You can argue all day and still end up running in circles. We could be wrong about him, you know.”

“Hold everything,” said Silver. “Are you telling me there’s a chance that wasn’t the real Jack Random?”

“We’re still deciding,” said Hazel. “Let’s just say we have doubts.”

“But he looks the part,” said Silver. “Every inch a hero and a warrior.”

“Precisely,” said Owen. “He’s too perfect. Real life isn’t like that.”

“Paranoia,” said Hazel, smiling. “A game for the whole family, and anyone else who might be watching. Let’s get out of the cold and find somewhere warm before my toes drop off.”

Owen glanced approvingly round Silver’s private quarters as he sank into a deeply comfortable chair by an open fire. The ex-pirate Security chief lived in a fair amount of comfort, by Mistport standards. There were a number of high-tech appliances, including electric lighting, rare on a world where all forms of high tech had to be smuggled in past Empire blockades, at great cost to buyer and seller. Either head of port Security paid really well, or Silver hadn’t entirely given up on his old piratical ways. Hazel sat opposite Owen, frowning into the dancing flames of the fire. She looked tired and drawn, and older than her years. Something was troubling her, but Owen had more sense than to ask what. She’d only bite his head off. She’d tell him when she was ready, or not at all.

Silver bustled about being the perfect host, making sure his guests were comfortable, chatting cheerfully about inconsequential things, and pressing large mugs of mulled wine on Hazel and Owen. Hazel just held hers, making no attempt to try it, so Owen took a gulp of his, just to be polite. Normally he couldn’t stand mulled wine, but this proved to be easy on the palate and hotly spiced, leaving a pleasant warmth behind as it sank past his throat and chest and headed for his stomach. He nodded thankfully to Silver, who pulled up a chair facing his guests and looked at them inquiringly.

“Fill us in on what’s been happening recently,” said Owen, when a long pause made it clear Hazel wasn’t going to start the ball rolling. “We weren’t here long enough to ask questions on our last visit. What’s this about a Typhoid Mary and an esper plague?”

“The Empire smuggled her in,” said Silver. “She was an extremely powerful rogue esper, primed and conditioned to kill other espers. People fell dying and brain-burned all across the city, and where she passed children woke screaming from their dreams and would not be comforted. She destroyed a lot of good people before she was finally brought down. The Empire’s plan had been to kill so many espers that the psionic screen which protects Mistworld would collapse, and the Imperial Fleet could move in at will. That didn’t happen. But we came bloody close . . .”

“What happened after she was captured?” said Hazel, not looking up from the fire.

“We deconditioned her,” said Silver. “It wasn’t her fault. She’d been programmed by mind techs. She works for us now.”

“And you trust her?” said Owen. “The Empire could have planted all kinds of control words in her subconscious. She wouldn’t even know they were there till someone triggered them.”

“There were quite a few. We found them. This is an esper world, Deathstalker. The depths of the mind hold no secrets from us.”

“How much damage did she cause?” said Owen.

“Lots. We’re still clearing up. Many people in important positions were either killed or brainburned, and for a long time there was chaos in the city as various factions fought for control. The worst of that is over, praise the good Lord, but there’s still a lot of jockeying for position going on. Watch your backs while you’re here. There’s a lot of people who’d kill both of you just so that someone else couldn’t have you.”

“So,” said Hazel, finally turning to look at Silver. “You’re doing all right for yourself then, John?”

“I’m doing fine,” said Silver, blinking slightly at the sudden change of subject.

“Better than fine. These quarters are a damn sight cosier than that rathole you used to hide out in down by the docks. No, I take that back, now I come to think of it, rats wouldn’t have lived there for fear of catching something.”

“Head of port Security is a plum job,” said Silver easily. “As long as I keep things nice and peaceful, no one looks too closely at how I do it. So, on the one hand, I crack down hard on the kind of people I used to be, and on the other, I salt away a little here and there, to supplement my pension. It’s a hard life, but someone’s got to do it.”

“Aren’t you worried about Director Steel finding out?” said Owen, not sure whether he should be shocked or not. This was Mistport, after all.

“Him? He’s a bigger crook than I am! No, the one I have to watch out for is Investigator Topaz. If she ever gets anything on me, I won’t live to stand trial. In fact, if she ever even looks like getting close, it’s me for the mountains on the first gravity sled I can beg, borrow, or steal. How someone that honest ever ended up on Mistworld is beyond me.”

“Law-abiding sort, is she?” said Hazel innocently.

Silver shuddered, and not from the cold. “That woman is so straight she even distrusts her own shadow. Luckily, she’s usually busy chasing bigger fish than me. Let me give you some idea of the kind of person we’re discussing here. Did either of you happen to notice the hole in the back of her cloak?”