"I didn't fukking bring it for him."
"Whatever."
"Nadi, dir sal veranin ka bor savitor."
"No." Dropping to his knees, Nadayki pulled out his slate.
"Nadi…"
Eyes locked on the Marine seal, Nadayki ignored him.
Almon growled something Craig didn't catch.
"He told the captain he'd have the seal open in eleven hours," Craig said quietly. Not because he gave a shit about Almon feeling rejected, but defusing the big guy's temper seemed like the smart thing to do. "He's good, but…"
"You saying he can't do it?"
"I'm saying you're a distraction he doesn't need."
"And you?"
"I don't smell like baby, baby, fuk me, do I? Besides," he added, as Almon's hand rose to his masker. "Captain's orders. I stay until he tells me to go." He leaned around the di'Taykan's legs as the air lock door opened. "And speaking of the captain…"
"What the fuk are you doing back?" Cho yelled, his voice echoing in the empty docks.
Craig thought about tripping Almon as he turned and headed for the air lock, but his sense of self-preservation kicked in at the last minute.
"No one's saying anything specific about Big Bill, but I heard that little freak Alamber is chasing after the gunnery sergeant with his kayt in his hand."
"Ex-gunnery sergeant," Cho snarled.
You keep telling yourself that like it matters. Craig kept his eyes on the drama across the docks while his hands worked over the nonreactive plastic containers. The captain all but dragged Almon into the air lock and although Craig could hear his voice, he couldn't make out the words. He sounded pissed, though. Good. Craig had a long list of body parts he'd like to see Almon lose. "So he responds to slutty authority?" Ressk asked, falling into step beside her as Torin crossed the Hub on her way back to the Heart. "I'm not judging," he added when she growled wordlessly. "It certainly seemed to work."
When Alamber had finally scented a Krai in the room, a growled command and Torin's grip on his chin had been sufficient to turn his attention back to teaching her the boards.
"Did you clear the codes?"
"I did. According to the station sysop, all our slates and yours and Ryder's implants don't exist."
Torin seemed to be having a little trouble breathing. She could talk to Craig. Now if she wanted to.
"Gunny?"
"I'm okay." When he glanced at her injured hand, she used it to smack him lightly on the back of the head. "Good job."
Given the placement of the surveillance cameras, she waited until they were through the decompression doors and into the docking arm before she tongued her implant. If Big Bill was watching, the angle in the arm wouldn't allow him to see her fukking jaw muscles move.
"Our codes are blocked. If you can talk, it's safe."
She'd been trained to use her implant and not be overheard while surrounded by the enemy. Most civilians weren't able to subvocalize to that extent, but translating the mumble was part of the training. If Craig couldn't talk out loud… *Who the fuk is Alamber?* He sounded amused. He sounded alive.
Ressk grunted, and Torin realized she had a death grip on his shoulder.
TEN
*Alamber?* "Hear he's following you with his kayt in his hand." *He's di'Taykan. And young. Are you jealous?*
"No." *Then why the hell…*
"Torin." With all the other things fighting to be said, asking her about Alamber had seemed the least weighted. In retrospect, Craig realized that might not have been the best idea he'd ever had. He'd never heard Torin sound so thrown. "I just… there's just…" Fuk it, start over. He glanced over his shoulder into the pod, but Nadayki was still bent over the seal, muttering Taykan profanity, hair in constant movement, concentrating so hard on cracking the code he'd be unlikely to notice H'san opera let alone a little mumbling. "I knew you'd come."
Craig actually heard her draw in a breath through the open link. Could see her straightening her shoulders and pulling her shit together because Gunnery Sergeant Torin Kerr didn't do mushy. *Are you okay?*
Loaded question. "Am now." *What…* Another breath and a clear decision to move away from the personal in the pause.*Do you think Nadayki will make the deadline?*
No surprise she remembered the kid's name. "Yeah." *Damn. Okay, it's 0653 station time. That gives us nine hours and forty-three minutes to get you to safety and blow the armory.*
"Six hours and forty-three minutes." *What?*
"Cho wants it open earlier." Not the time to go into the kid's ego cutting yet another hour off their time. When he heard Torin repeating the new information, he realized she hadn't come alone. If she'd brought Pedro into this mess… the man had kids for fuksake. "Torin, who's with you?" *Ressk, Werst, and Binti Mashona.*
She'd called in the Marines. Big surprise. All three of them had climbed out of that hellhole of a prison with her, and all three of them would follow her right back in if she asked them to. If he had reason to be jealous of anything… of anyone…
"You have a plan?" *We have a goal. Get you to safety and blow the armory with as little loss of life as possible.*
That was a little less detail than he'd hoped for. *Maybe…* Something had clearly just occurred to her.*Vrijheid was built to survive explosions-I've never seen so many decompression doors on a station. Plus there's emergency fracture lines built into the docking bay. If we blow the armory in the storage pod, between the pod and the design, the station might just blow into its component parts. I'm sure that's the only reason Big Bill allowed it on board. Wait…*
Where was he going to go? Nadayki had stopped swearing and started whining. Even without knowing the language, Craig would bet that every other sentence started with: It's not my fault. A better man might have felt sorry for the kid; as good as he was, it was obvious Nadayki was in over his head and afraid he wasn't going to finish in the eleven hours his ego had locked him into. *Ressk ran the numbers.* And Torin didn't sound too happy about them.*Even at minimum potential, if we blow inside, the odds are uncomfortably high that we lose the station. We have to get the armory outside and… what?* The question had clearly not been to him.*And far enough away that the debris will disperse beyond the point where multiple impacts will chop the station into pieces. Do you know how they moved it from the Heart into the pod?*
"No." *All right. If you find out, get back to me. We'll try and work it from this end.*
He thought for a moment, that was it. *Craig…*
She said his name like it held a hundred questions but finished up an answer short. "I know. You know…?" *Yes.* Even through the implant, he could hear how close that tiny bit of personal connection came to cracking her composure. Knew she'd let him hear it. It wasn't necessary; he'd seen how much she wanted him safe, but under the circumstances he'd take the little extra to hold on to.*We can't stay connected. When Ressk pulled our codes out, he noticed the log shows random signal sweeps. Big Bill doesn't seem to like the idea of anyone trying to beat the system. Long odds there'll be one in the next six hours, but let's not make it easy for him.* "Deal." Connection wasn't necessary. It was enough to know she was there, on the station. That she'd come for him. *Ping me when you've got something. I'll do the same.*
"Yeah, okay."
He smiled as the extended pause reminded him of sitting at the table in Pedro's kitchen, hearing Helena and her current crush muttering, You pop off. No, you pop off first. And wouldn't Torin appreciate being compared to a fourteen year old.
The smile faded when the implant pinged the connection closed. "All right." Torin took a deep breath and turned to face her team. Ressk and Mashona had their eyes locked on their slates. Werst had stretched out on the bunk, eyes closed. All three of them pretending they hadn't been trying to hear as much of her side of the conversation with Craig as possible. Torin appreciated the effort, but she'd needed Ressk during the conversation and could have gone into the Star's additional threeby or into the head if she'd required privacy. "Listen up, people; we figure out how to get the armory off the station. We work everything else from that."