Chapter Eighteen
They entered the Silean system on the fifth day out from Castor. Adam had been to the planet several times before, including twice with his old buddy, Seton Amick.
Silea was an exciting place, and a haven for the lawless in The Fringe. In its vast, open-air markets you could buy anything, whether legal or illegal, and this was all by design.
Long ago, the powers who ruled the planet had decided to go along to get along, so on Silea, just about anything went. Here they grew the most potent intoxicants in the Sector, traded the most blatant rip-offs of Juirean technology — and even had the largest slave-trade anywhere in The Expansion, according to rumor.
Yet everyone on the planet knew their days were numbered. As the Juirean Expansion grew beyond The Fringe and the Barrier, they knew the Juireans would soon begin to enforce more restrictive regulations on their activities. It was just a matter of time.
So, at least for the time being, the Sileans traded and produced at a fever-pitch, trying to make as many credits as possible in the time they had left.
Silea’s population numbered in the billions, with thousands of cities, towns and hamlets spread across its four major land masses. It was also one of those exotic-looking planets from space that Adam enjoyed to visit, looking like a shining blue, white and green ornament set against the blackness of space.
Adam and Sherri’s destination was the capital city of Dargor. The city was sprawling, with no buildings reaching higher than four stories. Adam never learned why Sileans didn’t build taller structures; it was just the way they wanted it. The result of this particular brand of urban planning was cities that stretched for a hundred kilometers in every direction, limited only by the rise of mountains or the boundary of the sea. And Dargor was the largest.
The city was serviced by no less than twenty-two spaceports. Five of these ports were major hubs, while the remainder were smaller and reserved for the most-notorious contraband Silea offered.
Adam chose one of the minor ports. Even though the Juirean transponder on his ship was deactivated for his arrival on Silea, the ship itself might still attract too much attention at one of the major hubs. At these minor ports, no one paid much attention to anything that came or went.
Silea was one of those Fringe worlds with a Juirean-standard gravity, putting it at about three-quarters that of Earth’s. Both Adam and Sherri reveled briefly in their sudden weight loss, but both knew they couldn’t stay here for any prolonged period. In fact, it was during the trip to Silea that Sherri had revealed her greatest fear to Adam. It was of premature osteoporosis. Women were always more prone to the loss of bone mass during their lives, and since Sherri didn’t have a ship of her own in which she could regulate the gravity, she feared that her time on these weaker-gravity worlds would cause her to develop the condition sooner than normal.
Adam had assured her that she was always welcome aboard his ship, and that he’d even crank up the gravity to above normal just to help reverse any damage which the past three years may have caused — if that was even possible. He wasn’t an expert on the condition, but he did get the impression that Sherri’s pre-med education gave her a deeper understanding of what she was up against. Even though she was appreciative, Adam could still sense the worry in her.
But after five days under what was as close to Earth-normal gravity as Adam could provide, Sherri, in particular, was enjoying the added bounce in her step.
Outside the gates of the spaceport, Adam rented a small transport to take them into the city and to the office of Kroekus. The crime boss was simply the most-powerful person on the planet outside of the government — which meant he actually ran the whole damn place. There wasn’t a category of trade that he wasn’t involved in, and his network spread to every part of The Fringe — and beyond. Kroekus was so far up the criminal hierarchy ladder from Seton Amick — and especially Kunnlar Bundnet — that the two now-deceased crime lords barely registered on the scale compared to him.
Kroekus and his family had been running things on Silea for over a thousand years, to one degree or another. For the long-living Sileans, that was only about ten generations, yet no family in the history of Silea had lasted as long in power. And Kroekus wasn’t about to lose it now.
So when the assassin Sherri Valentine showed back up at his door, he was cautious, especially in light of the fact that another Human was with her. Kroekus was very aware of what Sherri could do just by herself. But two Humans in his anteroom caused him to set his security at max and to activate the diffusion shield surrounding his desk.
Sherri displayed a wide grin as she entered the office, doing her best not to display too much teeth. This necessity for harmonious existence within the alien society was one of her hardest habits to break; it went totally against her natural instinct. She had always been known for her beautiful smile. Yet it was to counter the instinctive reactions from the aliens that she now struggled to contain her tight-lipped grin.
“My friend, Sherri,” Kroekus greeted amicably. “What brings you back in my presence?” He came around his desk to briefly embrace her, and then quickly moved back to his seat behind the desk. Adam noticed Sherri cringe slightly as the bloated and smelly alien hugged her, yet she didn’t protest. Kroekus did not greet Adam, but eyed him up and down once he was back behind the desk.
“First of all, this is my friend Adam Cain. I have finally met another of my kind.”
“That must be very gratifying for you,” Kroekus replied, with no emotion in his voice. The alien continued to look at Adam. “But I have to admit, I know of your companion.”
Adam knew it. There were so few professional assassins in The Fringe with his track record, and even fewer Human assassins. He would have been disappointed if Kroekus wasn’t aware of him.
“You were responsible for the recent demise of Bundnet on Hildoria,” he stated flatly. “And you, my dear Sherri, for Seton Amick. And now the two of you have joined forces, having each killed the other’s employer. I find that rather amusing — and disturbing.”
“All of that was simply a coincidence, Kroekus,” Sherri said quickly, trying to calm the crime lord’s concerns. “We did not know of each other’s existence until after the hits.”
“Still, the meeting of two of the sector’s most prolific and efficient assassins — who just happen to be of the same race — I find that cautionary at best.”
Adam knew they were being watched, with probably half a dozen bolt launchers aimed at them at that very moment; a being of Kroekus’s caliber doesn’t reach and maintain his level of power by being stupid. Adam was beginning to doubt Sherri’s clout with Kroekus, and unless the tone of the conversation shifted quickly, Adam would soon be looking for an exit strategy — and his weapon had been confiscated by the various layers of guards leading to Kroekus’s inner sanctum. It would not be easy, and the tell-tale shimmer in the air as Kroekus returned to his chair indicated a diffusion screen between them and the alien. What had he been thinking, allowing himself to walk right into the killing-field?
But Sherri didn’t seem as tense. Instead, she spread her hands out in front of her, palms open — a gesture of peace in many societies, including alien, apparently. “I have come back to you to ask for your assistance. I need to learn the identity and location of the surviving crewmember of the ship that first brought me to Silea.”
Adam saw Kroekus relax a bit — not much, but some. “I’m sure that if that creature still lives, she would not be that anxious to see you. For what purpose do you seek this information?”
“We are attempting to learn how we came to be here,” Sherri said, honestly. “Both Adam and I are of a race that is not part of The Expansion.”