Asteroid Wars - The Precipice Part 29

Dan felt his brow furrow. "Then why isn't he raising a howl? Why isn't he trying to stop us?"

Fuchs looked back and forth from Amanda to Pancho to Dan, clearly baffled by their conversation.

"Well, let's get aboard before he does start hollerin'," Poncho said, making a shooing motion toward Dan with both her hands.

Feeling suddenly uneasy, Dan sailed through the hatch and entered Starpower 1. Starpower 1. He hovered at the airlock's inner hatch as Pancho came through and pushed off straight toward the bridge. Amanda started through the hatch, but stumbled slightly. Fuchs grasped her by the shoulders, steadying her. He hovered at the airlock's inner hatch as Pancho came through and pushed off straight toward the bridge. Amanda started through the hatch, but stumbled slightly. Fuchs grasped her by the shoulders, steadying her.

"Thank you, Lars," Amanda said.

Dan thought the kid's face turned red for a moment. He let her go and Amanda sailed through both hatches without needing to use her hands or feet. Fuchs, still a newcomer to zero-g, gripped the edges of the hatch with both his meaty hands and cannonballed through. He thumped painfully against the far bulkhead. Dan said nothing, suppressing his laughter at the young man's attempted display of athletic prowess.

But as he sealed the hatches Dan's mood darkened. I warned Amanda about coming on to a guy. He realized that she was wearing ordinary coveralls, but still - I'll have to play chaperon between her and Fuchs, Dan told himself.

He headed up to the bridge, "swimming" in zero gravity by flicking his fingertips against the pa.s.sageway bulkheads to propel himself weightlessly forward.

Pancho had strapped herself into the command pilot's chair, busily working both hands across the control board. Through the wide gla.s.steel ports above the board, Dan could see the dead gray curve of the Moon's limb and, beyond it, the beckoning bright crescent of the glowing Earth.

"I just disconnected ground control," she said. "They oughtta start squawkin' about it just about... now."

"Put them on the speaker," said Dan.

Amanda glided into the co-pilot's chair and buckled the safety harness. Fuchs came up behind her and slid his feet into the restraint loops on the floor.

"We have a disconnect signal, S-l," came a man's voice from the speaker. He sounded more bored than annoyed.

Pancho looked over her shoulder toward Dan, who placed a finger before his lips. "Run silent, run deep," he whispered.

Cupping her pin-mike with one hand, Pancho said, "I'm ready to separate the jumper."

"Do it," Dan replied.

"Jumper separation sequence initiated," Pancho said into her mike.

"Are you aboard the jumper?" asked the controller. "We can't launch S-l as long as that disconnect is in effect. We've lost command of the vehicle."

A red light flashed on the control panel, then winked off.

"Jumper separated," Pancho said.

"Repeat, are you aboard that jumper?" the controller asked, his voice rising with irritation.

"Where else would we be?" Pancho asked innocently. And she disconnected the radio link with Selene.

Amanda worked on the launch sequence program, her manicured fingers tapping dexterously on the touchscreen.

"Three minutes to launch," she said calmly.

"Gotcha," said Pancho.

Despite himself, Dan felt his palms go sweaty. Standing there behind the two pilots, ready to ride a man-made star out farther than any sane man had ever gone before, he said to himself, Everything I've got is riding on this bird. If we don't make it, I've got nothing to come back to. Not a double-d.a.m.ned thing.

He looked at Fuchs. The kid was smiling fiercely, like an old-time warrior watching the approach of an enemy army, waiting for the battle to begin, eager to get into it. He's got guts, Dan thought admiringly. We picked the right guy.

"Two minutes," Amanda called out.

"They must be goin' apes.h.i.t down there by now," Pancho said, grinning.

"Nothing they can do about it," said Dan. "They can't shoot us down."

"Couldn't they send a Peacekeeper vessel after us?" Fuchs asked.

"Once we light the fusion rocket," Dan answered, "nothing "nothing in the solar system will be able to catch us." in the solar system will be able to catch us."

"Till we come back," said Pancho.

Dan frowned at the back of her head. Then he relaxed. "When we come back, we'll be rich."

"You'll be rich, boss," Pancho said. "The rest of us'll still be employees."

Dan laughed. "You'll be rich, too. I'll see to that. You'll be rich."

"Or dead," Pancho countered.

"One minute," Amanda said. "I really think we should pay attention to the countdown."

"You're right," said Pancho.

Dan watched it all on the displays of the control board. The fusion reactor lit up as programmed. Star-hot plasma began generating energy. Through the MHD channel it roared, where a minor fraction of that heat energy was turned into electrical power. The ship's internal batteries shut off and began recharging. Cryonically-cold liquid hydrogen and helium started pumping through the rocket nozzles' cooling walls. The hot plasma streamed through the nozzles' throats.

"Ignition," Amanda said, using the traditional word even though it was now without physical meaning.

"Thrust building up," Pancho said, Dan watched the curves rising on the thrust displays, but he didn't need to; he could feel weight returning, feel the deck gaining solidity beneath his feet.

"We're off and running," Pancho announced. "Next stop, the Asteroid Belt!"

s.p.a.cEPORT ARMSTRONG.

Flanked by his chief of security and the head of his legal department, Martin Humphries arrived at the s.p.a.ceport just in time to see Starpower 1 Starpower 1 light up and break orbit. light up and break orbit.

He stood at the rear of the control center, arms folded across his chest, and watched the telescopic view of the fusion ship displayed on the main wallscreen. It was not a spectacular sight: Starpower 1's Starpower 1's four rocket nozzles glowed slightly, and the ship drifted away so slowly that Humphries had to check the numbers running along the right edge of the screen to be certain that it was moving at all. four rocket nozzles glowed slightly, and the ship drifted away so slowly that Humphries had to check the numbers running along the right edge of the screen to be certain that it was moving at all.

A smaller screen on the side wall showed a lunar jumper approaching the s.p.a.ceport.

Four rows of consoles took up most of the control center; only three of the consoles were occupied, but Humphries could sense the consternation and confusion among the controllers.

"Jumper Six, answer!" the controller on the left was practically shouting into his headset mike.

The ponytailed, bearded man sitting in the middle of the trio was whispering heatedly with the woman on his other side. Then he whipped around in his swivel chair and grabbed his own headset from the console.

"Pancho!" he yelled in a rumbling ba.s.so voice. "Where the h.e.l.l are you people? What's going on?"

Humphries knew perfectly well what was going on.

The woman controller looked up and saw Humphries standing there. She must have recognized him. Her face went white and she jabbed the chief controller's shoulder, then pointed in Humphries's direction.

The chief literally jumped out of his chair, sailing high enough almost to clear the console behind his station. But not quite. He banged his shins painfully on the top edge of the console and went sprawling in lunar slow motion into the unoccupied chair behind it, ponytail flying. He was enough of a lunik to reflexively put out his hands and grab the chair's arms to break his fall. But the chair rolled backward into the last row of consoles, and the chief controller crashed ungracefully to the floor with a loud thud and an audible, "Ooof!"

Humphries's security chief instinctively hustled down to the fallen controller and yanked him to his feet while Humphries himself and his lawyer stood impa.s.sively watching the idiotic scene.

The security man half-dragged the controller, limping, to Humphries.

"Mr. Humphries," the controller babbled, "we don't know what's going on-"

"Isn't that Starpower 1 Starpower 1 accelerating out of its...o...b..t?" Humphries asked frostily. accelerating out of its...o...b..t?" Humphries asked frostily.

"Yessir, it is, but it wasn't scheduled to launch for another half-hour yet and I think Pancho Lane and three other people are aboard aboard it and they don't have the authorization for a crewed flight. The IAA is going to-" it and they don't have the authorization for a crewed flight. The IAA is going to-"

"Is there any way to get them back?" Humphries asked, deadly calm.

The chief controller scratched his beard, blinking rapidly.

"Well?"

"Nosir. No way in h.e.l.l, Mr. Humphries."

"Who else is aboard her?"

"That's just it, we don't know if they're aboard the vessel! They might be on the jumper but they're not answering our calls. Maybe their radio broke down."

"They are aboard Starpower 1" Starpower 1" Humphries said flatly. "Who else was with Pancho Lane?" Humphries said flatly. "Who else was with Pancho Lane?"

"Um..." The chief controller turned to his two a.s.sistants, wincing.

The woman called, "Amanda Cunningham, co-pilot; Lars Fuchs, planetary astronomer; and C. N. Barnard, flight surgeon."

"And you allowed them to go aboard my ship?" Humphries asked, his voice sharp as an icepick.

"They had proper authorization," the chief controller said, sweating noticeably. "IAA approval." The other two controllers, still standing at their stations, nodded their agreement.

"Amanda Cunningham was definitely with them?"

All three nodded in unison.

Humphries turned and started out of the control center. The chief controller exhaled a relieved sigh. His coveralls were stained with sweat.

But Humphries stopped at the doorway and turned back toward him. "I want you to know that the so-called Dr. Barnard is actually Dan Randolph."

All three of the controllers looked stunned.

"You never bothered to check their identifications, did you?"

"We never..." The controller's deep voice dwindled into silence under Humphries's furious glare.

"I know you work for Selene, and not for me. But I'm going to do my best to see to it that you three incompetent morons never get within a thousand kilometers of a control center again."

Then he went through the door and headed for the tunnel that led back to Selene proper.

"Shall I start the proceedings for the Astro takeover?" Humphries's lawyer asked him.

He nodded grimly.

With a satisfied smile, the lawyer said,"He won't have any part of the corporation by the time he gets back here."

"He's not coming back," Humphries said darkly. "None of them are."

Sitting in the tiny wardroom behind Starpower's Starpower's bridge, Dan Randolph felt truly relaxed for the first time in months. The ship was accelerating smoothly. Fuchs looked a lot better now, with the feeling of weight that came from the acceleration. No more floating in zero-g; they could sit in chairs without having to strap themselves down. bridge, Dan Randolph felt truly relaxed for the first time in months. The ship was accelerating smoothly. Fuchs looked a lot better now, with the feeling of weight that came from the acceleration. No more floating in zero-g; they could sit in chairs without having to strap themselves down.

He marveled at his good mood. The Earth's melting down, your corporation is going broke, you've busted every regulation the IAA ever wrote, Humphries is after your scalp, you're heading out for parts unknown, and you're sitting here with a grin on your face.

He knew why.

I'm free, he told himself. Maybe for only a couple of weeks, but I'm free of all of them, free of all their c.r.a.p. We're on our own and n.o.body can bother us.

Until we come back.

Pancho ducked through the hatch and went straight to the juice dispenser.

"How's it going?" Dan asked casually.

"All systems working jus' fine," she said, filling a mug and coming to the table to sit next to Dan.

"Must be okay if you feel good enough to leave the bridge."

"Mandy's up there, keepin' an eye on ever'thing. The bird will actually fly on her own; we don't need to be on the bridge every minute of the day."

"Any incoming calls?" Dan asked.

She shrugged. "Only about six or seven million. Ever'body from Doug Stavenger to the Global News Network wants to talk to you."