“Jim, a ship just appeared in that warm spot. It’s radiating heat like a bastard,” McDowell said. “Where the hell did that thing come from?”
Holden started to answer but then heard Becca’s voice coming faintly through the captain’s headset. “No idea, sir. But it’s smaller than its heat signature. Radar shows frigate-sized,” she said.
“With what?” McDowell said. “Invisibility? Magical wormhole teleportation?”
“Sir,” Holden said, “Naomi was speculating that the heat we picked up might have come from energy-absorbing materials. Stealth materials. Which means that ship was hiding on purpose. Which means its intentions are not good.”
As if in answer, six new objects appeared on his radar, glowing yellow icons appearing and immediately shifting to orange as the system marked their acceleration. On the
Canterbury,
Becca yelled out, “Fast movers! We have six new high-speed contacts on a collision course!”
“Jesus H. Christ on a pogo stick, did that ship just fire a spread of torpedoes at us?” McDowell said. “They’re trying to slap us down?”
“Yes, sir,” Becca said.
“Time to contact.”
“Just under eight minutes, sir,” she replied.
McDowell cursed under his breath.
“We’ve got pirates, Jim.”
“What do you need from us?” Holden said, trying to sound calm and professional.
“I need you to get off the radio and let my crew work. You’re an hour out at best. The torpedoes are eight minutes. McDowell out,” the captain said, his comm clicking off and leaving Holden listening to the faint hiss of static.
The general comm exploded with voices, Alex demanding to go on the juice and race the torpedoes to the
Cant,
Naomi chattering about missile-jamming strategies, Amos cursing at the stealth ship and questioning the parenting of its crew. Shed was the only quiet one.
“Everyone, shut up!” Holden yelled into his headset. The ship fell into shocked silence. “Alex, plot the fastest course to the
Cant
that won’t kill us. Let me know when you have it. Naomi, set up a three-way channel with Becca, you, and me. We’ll help however we can. Amos, keep cussing but turn your mic off.”
He waited. The clock ticked toward impact.
“Link is up,” Naomi said. Holden could hear two distinct sets of background noise over the comm channel.
“Becca, this is Jim. I’ve got Naomi on this channel too. Tell us what we can do to help. Naomi was talking about jamming techniques?”
“I’m doing everything I know to do,” Becca said, her voice astonishingly calm. “They’re painting us with a targeting laser. I’m broadcasting garbage to scramble it, but they’ve got really, really good shit. If we were any closer, that targeting laser would be burning a hole in our hull.”
“What about physical chaff?” Naomi asked. “Can you drop snow?”
While Naomi and Becca talked, Jim opened a private channel to Ade. “Hey, this is Jim. I have Alex working on a fast-burn solution so we can get there before… ”
“Before the missiles turn us into a flying brick? Good idea. Taken by pirates isn’t something you want to miss,” Ade said. He could hear the fear behind the mocking tone.
“Ade, please, I want to say something—”
“Jim, what do you think?” Naomi said on the other channel.
Holden cursed. To cover, he said, “Uh, about which thing?”
“Using the
Knight
to try and draw those missiles,” Naomi said.
“Can we do that?” he asked.
“Maybe. Were you listening at all?”
“Ah… something happened here, drew my attention for a minute. Tell me again,” Holden said.
“We try to match the frequency of the light scatter coming off the
Cant
and broadcast it with our comm array. Maybe the torpedoes will think we’re the target instead,” Naomi said like she was speaking to a child.
“And then they come blow us up?”
“I’m thinking we run away while pulling the torpedoes toward us. Then, when we get them far enough past the
Cant,
we kill the comm array and try to hide behind the asteroid,” Naomi said.
“Won’t work,” Holden said with a sigh. “They follow the targeting laser’s scatter for general guidance, but they also take telescope shots of the target on acquisition. They’ll take one look at us and know we aren’t their target.”
“Isn’t it worth a shot?”
“Even if we manage it, torpedoes designed to disable the
Cant
would make us into a greasy stretch of vacuum.”
“All right,” Naomi said. “What else have we got?”
“Nothing. Very smart boys in the naval labs have already thought of everything we are going to think of in the next eight minutes,” Holden said. Saying it out loud meant admitting it to himself.
“Then what are we doing here, Jim?” Naomi asked.
“Seven minutes,” Becca said, her voice still eerily calm.
“Let’s get there. Maybe we can get some people off the ship
after it’s hit. Help with damage control,” Holden said. “Alex, got that plot figured out?”
“Roger that, XO. Bleeding-g burn-and-flip laid in. Angled approach course so our torch won’t burn a hole in the
Cant.
Time to rock and roll?” Alex replied.
“Yeah. Naomi, get your people strapped in for high g,” Holden said, then opened up a channel to Captain McDowell. “Captain, we’re coming in hot. Try to survive, and we’ll have the
Knight
on station for pickup or to help with damage control.”
“Roger,” McDowell said, and killed the line.
Holden opened up his channel to Ade again. “Ade, we’re going to burn hard, so I won’t be talking, but leave this channel open for me, okay? Tell me what’s happening. Hell, hum. Humming is nice. I just really need to hear you’re all right.”
“Okay, Jim,” Ade said. She didn’t hum but she left the channel open. He could hear her breathing.
Alex began the countdown over the general comm. Holden checked the straps on his crash couch and palmed the button that started the juice. A dozen needles stuck into his back through membranes in his suit. His heart shuddered and chemical bands of iron gripped his brain. His spine went dead cold, and his face flushed like a radiation burn. He pounded a fist into the arm of the crash couch. He hated this part, but the next one was worse. On the general comm, Alex whooped as the drugs hit his system. Belowdecks, the others were getting the drugs that kept them from dying but kept them sedated through the worst of it.
Alex said, “One,” and Holden weighed five hundred kilos. The nerves at the back of his eye sockets screamed at the massive load of his eyeballs. His testicles crushed themselves against his thighs. He concentrated on not swallowing his tongue. Around him, the ship creaked and groaned. There was a disconcerting bang from belowdecks, but nothing on his panel went red. The
Knight
’s torch drive could deliver a lot of thrust, but at the cost of a prodigious fuel-burn rate. But if they could save the
Cant,
it wouldn’t matter.
Over the blood pounding in his ears, Holden could hear Ade’s gentle breathing and the click of her keyboard. He wished he could just go to sleep to that sound, but the juice was singing and burning in his blood. He was more awake than he’d ever been.
“Yes, sir,” Ade said over the comm.
It took Holden a second to realize she was talking to McDowell. He turned up the volume to hear what the captain was saying.
“—the mains online, full power.”
“We’re fully loaded, sir. If we try to burn that hard, we’ll tear the drive right off the mounts,” Ade replied. McDowell must have asked her to fire up the Epstein.
“Mr. Tukunbo,” McDowell said, “we have… four minutes. If you break it, I won’t bill you.”
“Yes, sir. Bringing mains online. Setting for maximum burn,” Ade said, and in the background Holden could hear the high-g warning Klaxon. There was a louder clicking as Ade strapped herself in.
“Mains online in three… two… one… execute,” Ade said.
The
Canterbury
groaned so loud Holden had to turn the comm volume down. It moaned and shrieked like a banshee for several seconds, and then there was a shattering crash. He pulled up the exterior visual, fighting against the g-induced blackout at the edge of his vision. The
Canterbury
was in one piece.
“Ade, what the hell was that?” McDowell said, his speech slurred.
“The drive tearing a strut. Mains are off-line, sir,” Ade replied, not saying
Exactly like I said would happen.
“What did that buy us?” McDowell asked.
“Not much. The torpedoes are now at over forty klicks a second and accelerating. We’re down to maneuvering thrusters,” Ade said.
“Shit,” McDowell said.
“They’re going to hit us, sir,” Ade said.
“Jim,” McDowell said, his voice suddenly loud over the direct channel he’d opened. “We’re going down, and there’s no way around it. Click twice to acknowledge.”
Jim clicked his radio twice.
“Okay, so, now we need to think about surviving after the hit. If they’re looking to cripple us before boarding, they’ll take out our drive and our comm array. Becca’s been broadcasting an SOS ever since the torpedoes were fired, but I’d like you to keep yelling if we stop. If they know you’re out there, they are less likely to toss everyone out an airlock. Witnesses, you know,” McDowell said.
Jim clicked twice again.
“Turn around, Jim. Hide behind that asteroid. Call for help. Order.”
Jim clicked twice, then signaled all-stop to Alex. In an instant, the giant sitting on his chest disappeared, replaced by weightlessness. The sudden transition would have made him throw up if his veins hadn’t been coursing with antinausea drugs.
“What’s up?” Alex said.
“New job,” Holden said, teeth chattering from the juice. “We’re calling for help and negotiating a release of prisoners once the bad guys have the
Cant.
Burn back to that asteroid, since it’s the closest we can get to cover.”
“Roger that, Boss,” Alex said. He added in a lower voice, “I’d kill for a couple of tubes or a nice keel-mounted rail gun right now.”
“I hear you.”
“Wake up the kids downstairs?”
“Let them sleep.”
“Roger that,” Alex said, then clicked off.
Before the heavy g started up again, Holden turned on the
Knight
’s SOS. The channel to Ade was still open, and now that McDowell was off the line, he could hear her breathing again. He turned the volume all the way up and lay back in the straps, waiting to be crushed. Alex didn’t disappoint him.
“One minute,” Ade said, her voice loud enough to distort through his helmet’s speakers. Holden didn’t turn the volume down. Her voice was admirably calm as she called out the impact countdown.
“Thirty seconds.”
Holden wanted desperately to talk, to say something comforting, to make ludicrous and untrue assertions of love. The giant standing on his chest just laughed with the deep rumble of their fusion torch.
“Ten seconds.”
“Get ready to kill the reactor and play dead after the torpedoes hit. If we’re not a threat, they won’t hit us again,” McDowell said.
“Five,” Ade said.
“Four.
“Three.
“Two.
“One.”
The
Canterbury
shuddered and the monitor went white. Ade took one sharp intake of breath, which cut off as the radio broke up. The static squeal almost ruptured Holden’s eardrums. He chinned the volume down and clicked his radio at Alex.
The thrust suddenly dropped to a tolerable two g and all the ship’s sensors flared into overload. A brilliant light poured through the small airlock porthole.
“Report, Alex, report! What happened?” Holden yelled.
“My God. They nuked her. They nuked the
Cant,
” Alex said, his voice low and dazed.
“What’s her status? Give me a report on the
Canterbury
! I have zero sensors down here. Everything’s just gone white!”
There was a long pause; then Alex said, “I have zero sensors up here too, Boss. But I can give you a status on the
Cant.
I can see her.”
“See her? From here?”
“Yeah. She’s a cloud of vapor the size of Olympus Mons. She’s gone, Boss. She’s gone.”
That can’t be right,
Holden’s mind protested. That doesn’t happen. Pirates don’t nuke water haulers. No one wins. No one gets paid. And if you just want to murder fifty people, walking into a restaurant with a machine gun is a
lot
easier.
He wanted to shout it, scream at Alex that he was wrong. But he had to keep it together.
I’m the old man now.
“All right. New mission, Alex. Now we’re witnesses to murder. Get us back to that asteroid. I’ll start compiling a broadcast. Wake everyone up. They need to know,” Holden said. “I’m rebooting the sensor package.”
He methodically shut down the sensors and their software, waited two minutes, then slowly brought them back online. His hands were shaking. He was nauseated. His body felt like he was operating his flesh from a distance, and he didn’t know how much was the juice and how much was shock.