The Tower and the Hive (23 page)

Even on the
Washington? Thian was surprised.

Especially on the
Washington.
We have reason to believe that the militants managed to get a few aboard despite our precautions.

 

When Thian discussed his orders with Clancy, Gravy and Commander Kloo, Semirame immediately confirmed Earth Prime's suspicions.

“How did that happen? I thought security checked everyone on board.”

“There's been some scuttlebutt,” Rame said with a shrug. “Sleepers or those who were halfway in agreement anyhow.”

“After all we
did?”
Thian found himself appalled at such intransigence. He'd achieved far more than his original brief by removing eight spheres with no Fleet casualties.

Semirame gave him a sympathetic smile. “You remember the reaction we had at Phobos Base when we wanted to import the queen to show us how to start up a sphere? Well, Commander Baldwin may be an asshole, but he's heading a long line of 'em. Then, too, Day heard some scuttlebutt she wasn't too happy with. Couldn't identify the speakers 'cause she was in the mess hall. About why didn't we just use one of the little bombs in every installation and end the problem forever, and wasn't that why the
Washington
was out here?”

“I think I'll check everyone we do decide to use on this mission,” Thian said.

Clancy gave him a hard stare. Probing without the permission of the individual was one of the most stringent Talent prohibitions.

“Not when it's for security purposes, Clancy. Even the Admiral would agree on those grounds,” Kloo said, siding with Thian. “Especially if the High Council finds this planet atypical. Looks pretty typical to me,” she added with a grin.

So, disliking the necessity, Thian did a quick probe of those on the list of possible team members that Kloo submitted. He deleted nine names, two of which Gravy had already had doubts about. One that he was happy to discover unbiased was a T-7 petty officer who had been along on the reconnaissance of the other installations. Hazur Adi had automatically taken soil readings that he said would be no trouble to duplicate, especially if they managed to grab some from each holding cavern to replicate the dominant odor.

“Mostly the right temperature is what keeps them dormant until the queen activates them,” Hazur said when he sat in on the second briefing session. “Love to know how she does that.”

“There has to be some communication between her and her workers,” Lea Day said, as she often did. “Even if it's on no frequency we can hear or identify. One thing, Prime, I thought I'd better ask... if you'd planned to stash them on board until you know where they're to be 'ported?”

Thian looked at her for a moment, snapped his fingers and dramatically slapped his hand against his forehead. “That damned sting-pzzt'll be obvious to any one as low as T-9.” He groaned.

“There's one place we could use that wouldn't reach anyone,” Lea said with a broad grin on her face.

“You got me, Chief. Where?” Thian asked.

“Gee, sir, you surprise me,” the CPO said, savoring the moment for a beat. “On board that old sphere, a'course. As I remember the report, it wouldn't be hard to repair one of the boat bays the Hivers use for their scout ships. Send over enough oxygen, park the carriers inside and no sting-pzzt to clue even a lamebrain T-9 to what we're about. The critters'd be safe. More ways than one.”

Because it was her idea, Thian ordered Lea Day and Gravy, who was immediately brought into the project, as well as Hazur, who would do the environmental adaptations, to accompany him in space suits to the long-inoperative sphere that circled the atypical planet. Clancy and Semirame 'ported ahead the supplies. In the weightlessness of the aged sphere, it was relatively easy, if tedious, to seal the least damaged of the boat bays and pump in the necessary oxygen. Once the area was airtight and no loss of oxygen was visible in space from the Washington, the medium-sized drones which would accommodate the captive Hivers were 'ported in for Hazur to doctor to approximate the underground accommodations from which they'd be shanghaied. Three nights later, when Thian, Lea Day and Hazur Adi had recovered from that expedition and their other preparations were complete, Thian initiated the raids.

He kept each infiltration to the most effective minimum team so that Human odors would not alert the queens. They'd also been careful to eliminate any new-plastic stink from the body armor. They'd smeared their gear with dirt from the worn tracks that led underground. On two occasions they were able to make off with workers returning at twilight from cultivation duties. Though they did “remove” some of the varieties tending the queens, this set off an unexpected agitation in the queen so deprived. Since they had installed monitors in each of the queens' quarters, they watched anxiously to see what would happen, ready to replace any or all of the variants rather than incite the queens to action. After a period in which Kloo said she was sure one queen counted up her attendants one by one, the queen extracted an egg from one of the tubes of embryos and evidently prepared the egg to replicate the missing attendant.

It took five nights to complete the project, which Thian code-named “Shanghai,” complete with soil and a replication of the food pellets found in the various underground caverns.

“They'll never even know they're not at home,” Hazur Adi said, with an understandable pride in having completed his part of “Shanghai.” Monitors within the drones indicated that all the captives remained in a passive state.

 

Somehow word of the importation of “hordes of Hiver creatures” for scientific purposes set off a reaction that proved just how strong the militant annihilationists were. The very notion that Hiver creatures would become laboratory specimens on “civilized” planets turned many of those as yet undecided into fierce opponents to the prospect. Human militants took full advantage of the panic and fear, agitating in every capital city of the Human-occupied worlds against such an “invasion.”

Heinlein Base was ringed by private yachts, orbiting just beyond the legal limit and obviously determined to prevent the landing of any of the “deadly” specimens. Another useless display of protest, since anyone who thought twice would have realized that Talent could 'port the objectionable creatures anywhere without alerting the sentinel craft.

Commander Baldwin had his revenge on the Talents on the Phobos Base project who had started up the intact sphere. He reminded them that the biggest danger came from Talents who were “minions” of the High Council and determined to subvert the will of the majority. Blundell's answer was a calm restatement that they were apolitical and that it was impossible to subvert Talent to purposes other than those described in their Charter. That this happened to include the transportation of approved carriers of all types and telepathing of any messages, overt or covert, was not open for discussion or for intervention. Any attempt to interfere with the operation of FT&T would result in the closure of every Tower and the facilities on which all interstellar trade depended. Further, any attempt to interfere with Talents of any grade could result in stoppages in the locality of the interference.

There were, of course, renewals of the frequent accusations of the monopoly of FT&T. The response did remind the public in general and dissidents in particular that there were indeed other ways of transporting goods and messages, even if these methods required considerably more time and considerably more Human effort. Hence FT&T was not a monopoly, merely the best and most effective method currently available.

The Mrdinis, showing amusement at these demonstrations of Human intransigence, contacted Gktmglnt, who quietly informed Earth Prime that the best possible place to install the specimens would be in the various captured and intact spheres in geosynchronous orbits about the main 'Dini planets. Quarters and laboratories could be arranged to accommodate those Human scientists who wished to join the Mrdini specialists in the evaluation of the species.

So when can we 'port these dangerous, vicious creatures to an “unknown ” destination?
Thian asked his grandfather.

“I'll handle the security, Thian,” Admiral Ashiant said. “Major Gefferny has uncovered a ring of sympathizers—some of those we'd already suspected of militant tendencies. You'd best get on with Shanghai as unobtrusively as possible.”

“We've already ‘shanghaied,' sir,” Thian said. He ignored his grandfather's delighted guffaw.

“You have?” Ashiant blinked in astonishment. Thian also did not mention that Earth Prime was bellowing with laughter at his grandson's efficiency.

“In fact, sir, if I may be bold enough to suggest it,” Thian went on, “it might put a stop to the unrest on board as well as those demonstrations if you leave this orbit and get on with the Search.”

Ashiant grumphed, jutted out his chin belligerently before replying. “What? And give those militants.the satisfaction of thinking they won this round?”

“Since they haven't, sir” Thian replied with understandable amusement, “why not let them deceive themselves? It'd make it that much easier for the scientific work to proceed without interference.”

“They can't be on board. Can they? Where that sting-pzzt you tell me about could be detected?”

“No sir,” Thian said, shaking his head, noticing that Gravy, Clancy and Semirame were having trouble stifling their amusement at having confounded the Admiral.

“Are you going to tell me, young Thian?”

“I'd've thought you'd figured that out, sir.” Thian turned his head slightly in the direction of the planet they were orbiting. The abandoned sphere was just in sight.

Ashiant began to nod his head. “In plain sight, so to speak. Well done, Prime Lyon. Well done, all.” He included Clancy, Gravy and Commander Kloo. Then he pounced. “How'd you manage transfers without it showing up on generator use?”

“Didn't need to use gestalt, Admiral,” Thian said, “not with these three and the others we tagged for the job. We were very cautious too. By the way, Petty Officer Hazur Adi was of inestimable assistance and if you could see some way to give him a commendation...”

“I'll speak to my flag captain ... without specifics.”

“Well, she's safe,” Thian said, since he knew Captain Ailsah Vandermeer from his time aboard Ashiant's first ship.

“She'd better be,” was Ashiant's unequivocal reply. “Well done, people. Well done. Only ... when are they leaving ... Where they are?”

Jeff Raven then confided the coordinates of the ultimate destinations to Thian.

“Grandfather has informed me, sir, so we'll just wait until we're under way again, when the fluctuations of the generators will be less noticeable and the 'port can be effected with the least possibility of anyone noticing it.”

Ashiant chuckled all the way out of the Talents' lounge until the door slid shut.

Then Gravy and Semirame could indulge in the howls of laughter they had been holding back. Clancy was grinning from ear to ear at their notable success.

“And Baldwin can go...” Semirame began, and then clamped her mouth shut, long habit interfering with her yearning to castigate a senior officer. Even one who richly deserved it.

“You know, after seeing that ring of yachts around Heinlein Base and some of the nastier militant demos, is there any chance some idiot might try to breach Blundell?” Clancy asked soberly.

“Sure, if they want to stop all interstellar transport.”

“I meant, more personally, against Jeff Raven?”

Thian seemed to consider this and then, so abruptly that he was a blur of motion, he launched himself at Clancy, who instantly 'ported himself aside. Thian spread both hands at the success of his demonstration and walked back to his seat.

“Unlikely. And Clancy's just a T-2. With good instincts, I might add,” Thian said. “Grandfather's guarded. So's Callisto Base and every single Tower FT&T operating. Even if all the lower T's became disaffected, some of it would leak to a higher rank and they'd be...”

“What do Talents do to those who transgress?” Gravy asked when Thian didn't go on.

“I haven't heard of any ... reprimands,” Thian said, “but in the early days of Talent, those who didn't obey the tenets of Henry Darrow or subsequent Talent leaders got ... mind-locked.”

“They got their minds burned,” Clancy corrected coldly.

Gravy shuddered, hugging her arms. Semirame nodded her agreement with such a dire punishment apparent.

“That's why it's so imperative to find Talents young and train them up so they can't be subverted,” Thian added with a sigh, looking out the porthole. “Well, we're not the only ones who haven't wasted time,” he said, pointing. The sphere was no longer visible and the view of the starscape was altering slowly.

Being nearer, Semirame flipped on the panel that showed the helm's maneuvers.

“We are definitely leaving orbit,” she said with satisfaction. “How soon can we 'port the Hivers?”

“Show the engineering board, will you, Rame?” Thian asked, rising and going to his couch. “I'll just warn Grandfather to tell the spheres to be ready for their new inmates.”

“Nine carriers are going to make some generator noise,” Clancy said, sliding onto his couch just as Semirame got to hers. Gravy stretched out in her lounge chair.

“Do 'em one at a time. Two a couple of times, Grandfather is telling me. Just merge with me. Three, two, one...”

The merge was completed with the ease of long practice. Semirame raised one hand, eyes on the engineering board.