"Trust me, I won't provoke the captain." *Good.* Her intent to make Cho bleed seeped out around the edges of the word. Craig wasn't one hundred percent positive that if it came to it, he'd be able to stop her. He wasn't one hundred percent positive he wanted to.*Ping me when you've got at least one HE suit moved out into the ore dock. Make it sooner rather than later.* She took it for granted he'd succeed. He liked that. Braced against the tiles, he bent to wash his legs. "You have a time frame?" *Depends on Ressk.*
"He's got to take control of the program." *Programs. Gravity, hatches, and the runners-the cables that'll help control the armory.* "Zero G; it won't weigh anything." *It'll still mass one fuk of a lot.*
"Right." They were talking just to hear each other now. Since he knew it, Craig assumed Torin knew it, too. "Well, give me a heads-up and I'll go out with the armory. While you're getting the grapples on it, I'll hit Promise's air lock and be inside before they even notice I'm gone."
This new silence felt different.
"Torin?" *I'm not on Promise. I'm on Pedro's Second Star."
"God fukking damn it, Torin!" So much for her just calling in the Marines. And how nice she didn't mention it until now. "Pedro has kids!" *Pedro's not with us.* Her voice gave nothing away. Absolutely nothing. She never pulled that shit on him, never, so if the situation was so bad she couldn't not… Craig shifted into a more stable position as she continued.*I bought the Star from him, from the family, because the Promise was too badly damaged to use.*
"What? Damaged?" *Cho shot the shit out of it when he took you.*
His skin pebbled as a chill slid down his spine. Torin wasn't hiding how she felt about the Promise-or Cho's part in it at least. And she'd clearly gone back to the station if she had Pedro's Star. What would Torin have done when…
"You tried to turn the salvage operators into a ragtag battle fleet, didn't you? I could have told you that wouldn't work." *You weren't there.*
"They're not Marines, Torin," he said gently, turning the water off and reaching for a towel. "You can't feel betrayed because they didn't act like Marines." *Not the time to talk about it.*
"Granted." He added it to his mental list of thing they needed to talk about after the rescue. The list, not exactly short before he'd needed rescuing, had grown to the point where whatever this was between them needed to last for a good long time or they'd never get to everything. He crumbled the towel between his hands and sagged back against the bulkhead. "Torin, where the fuk is my ship?" *The Wardens have her. Evidence. The damage is external. Structural-not functional. I patched what I could in order to fold her back to the station…*
"You what? Never mind." Not a story he needed to hear now. Even thinking of the possibilities had begun to knock sharp edges onto the throbbing in his skull. "We're going to have to break her out, aren't we?" At the speed the Wardens worked, both he and Torin would be dead of old age before they were ready to release the Promise back into his hands. *I'll add it to the list.*
Not a big surprise to discover that Torin also had a list. Hers probably involved a lot more hitting and a lot less talking. *We need to break this off. Chance of random scans…*
"Right." *Three hours, forty-six minutes and it'll all be over. One way or another.*
Craig stared down at the place his toe had been and wished she hadn't added the qualifier. "Fukking hell, Cap, I have no idea where Doc is." Nat dropped into one of the eight chairs surrounding the big galley table and stared into a mug of coffee like she wasn't entirely certain what it was. "I'm not his fukking mother, am I?"
Cho folded his arms and leaned back against the counter. "How drunk are you?" he growled.
"Not very. I took a party pooper pill on the way back to the ship. Be sober as a C'tron any minute now."
"And while you were out there drinking, did you remember what I sent you out to do?"
"Sure." The fingertips on the hand she waved were stained with fresh blood. "Find out what Big Bill's up to without giving anything away. Shit, I couldn't do that without drinking because me being in a bar without drinking would raise suspicions you don't want raised. That last one, that was not the first party pooper pill I took and my stomach would like… oh, fuk." Nat set the mug carefully on the table, stood, walked to the sink and puked up a thin stream of colorless bile.
Barely maintaining a fingernail grip on his temper, Cho sidestepped farther from the sink as she splashed water into her mouth. "And?"
"And there's a lot more talk of that free merchant crap going on." Nat spat and straightened. "How we're going to change known space and won't they be sorry they were mean to us and boo fukking hoo." She downed a glass of water and belched. "High percentage of them talking that way. Too high to be random."
Now that was information he could extrapolate from. "The people Big Bill has lined up to buy our weapons are gathering."
"If I had to guess, I'd say, yeah."
Cho paced the length of the galley and back, trying to work out Big Bill's plans. He needed to compare the ships in dock to the ships on the list Big Bill had given him. "He's putting together a fleet…"
"Nope. From the sound of it, and given that gunnery sergeant is definitely on the payroll, I'd say he's putting together assault teams." Hissing through her teeth, Nat pulled her fingers out of her hair and wiped them on her hip. "What do you figure he's going to assault, Cap."
Frowning, Cho juggled the pieces. Smiled as they finally snapped into place. "Stations. Like this one was. Stations with no planetary government, so they're under the Wardens' jurisdiction. The Navy can't attack a station…"
"No way of separating the good guys from the bad guys." Nat nodded, returning to her chair and picking up her mug.
"So they have to negotiate." Cho leaned back against the counter, clutching the edge so tightly the plastic creaked. "It's exactly what I was going to do. But if Big Bill takes enough stations, he'll be negotiating from a position of power. And once he's established, he'll get rid of those ships who didn't sign with him."
"And we're not signing with him, right? But he said you'd have a place in the forefront of the revolution," Nat added before Cho could answer.
"His revolution." Cho curled his lip at the thought of being under Big Bill's command. "I don't like being told what to do."
"Okay, so we don't sign with him, but why would he turn us in?"
"Turn us in? To the law? No, he won't do that. Won't risk pissing off his captains. But if we continue to use this station-and he knows there's fuk all other stations we can use-he'll put a surcharge on ships that didn't play his game. We sign to serve under him, or we pay until he owns us anyway."
"That's…" Cho could all but see her ticking the list off in her head. "That sounds possible," she admitted at last. "But, Cap, odds are the armory's not holding the kind of weapons we can arm the ship with. In order to be of any use at all, they've got to be in someone's hands. Someone who gives us money for them. Big Bill's people'll give us the most money because that means he gets the most money. You're willing to make the hard choices, Cap, that's why we ride with you. And because of those choices the paydays have been good so far, but none of us are going to give up this kind of a payday now on the chance, however possible, that Big Bill might screw us down the line."
He should have known it would come down to the payout. He not only made the hard choices, but he was the only one who had any foresight. "If Big Bill controls the market, Big Bill controls the price."
Nat opened her mouth in the pause, then closed it again without speaking, indicating that he should go on.
"The whole concept of the free merchants…" Cho sketched quotes around the words. "… means more to Big Bill than money, so he has to get the weapons into the right hands. The weapons change everything. This is the one time Big Bill is not going for the immediate payoff." He cut Nat off with a raised hand. "Yes, he'll get his fifteen percent, the fukking universe would be imploding before he gave that up, but he'll get fifteen percent of one fuk of a lot more if his plan works. So Big Bill is screwing you out of part of your payoff because Big Bill is setting the prices."