“She’d be a good choice,” she agreed. “She’s got the biggest crush on you I’ve ever seen. But to do what you’re proposing—I don’t think the temptation is possible for her to resist. She’ll blow it there.”
“If I promise her a way out of the Motherhood free and clear at a later date? Right now I need her where she is. I need that expense account she has, and that anonymity as well. But when we’re done, I can get her out.”
“I don’t know. The promise of something later versus something now isn’t easy to handle when you’re faced with it.”
“I think I can handle that part,” I assured her. “The question is, if I trick her back into her own body, will she blow the thing just for spite?”
“Nobody can say,” she said honestly. “But my gut instinct is that she wouldn’t. She’s got it bad for you. For that matter, so do I, damn it. Qwin, is that all I am to you? Somebody to accomplish your mission, then be paid off?”
I took her hand and squeezed it. “No,” I responded gently. “No, you’re a lot more than that. And so is Sanda.”
She smiled. “I wish I knew for sure. I really do. Somebody like you is a little out of my league, you know, and way out of Sanda’s. You were born, bred, and trained for your job. People trust you and don’t know why. People confide in you and don’t know why. Women fall for you and don’t know why. I wonder whether even you know what about you is real.”
“In the past, in the old days, you’d be right,” I responded honestly. “But not here now, and for the future on Cerberus. This is my home now. My permanent home, and my life. It’s different now, Dylan, and so am I. Look, I’ve just put my life in your hands by what I’ve told you. You can see that, surely?”
“Well, there is that,” she admitted, and finished her breakfast.
On Dylan’s advice, I decided to talk to Sanda alone first, then let her go talk to Dylan afterward. I decided not to be as honest with her as I had been with Dylan, mostly because I was less sure of her abilities to keep things quiet.
“Dylan and I are going to try to do something very risky,” I told her. “Basically, I’ve got a setup that could put me in control of Hroyasail if the law can be successfully bent, shall we say.”
She was interested and fascinated. I could see the romance of it all catching on inside her. This was the land of thing “real world” people did, not the mothers of Akeba House.
“Now,” I continued carefully, “before I go any further, I have to warn you of something. This is no game. If I tell you more, you’ll hold both my life and Dylan’s in your hands because they’ll kill us if there’s any leak, if there’s even the slightest suspicion. That means no talking to anyone except for the two of us—and no excitement, no betrayal of even the fact that you have secrets to keep, or you’ll do us in. We need help, but not if you don’t think you can handle it. Understand?”
She nodded. “You’re afraid I can’t keep it to myself?”
“There’s nothing personal, but both you and Dylan have told me about life inside that harem, and it’s sounds like harems throughout past history. You sit around, you talk, you gossip, you know each other so well you note when something’s not right with somebody else and the word gets spread all over. Be very honest—do you think you could keep something like this to yourself?”
“I think I can,” she responded.
“Not think. Know! Be absolutely sure of yourself or it stops here and we find somebody else.”
“I’m sure. I wouldn’t:—couldn’t—do anything that might hurt you or Dylan.”
“All right, then. We really do need you on this for what you can tell me even now. You had some nurse’s training?”
She nodded. “We all do. Some more than others, but I got interested. Dylan knows more than me, though. She was at it longer.”
I nodded. “All I need is some basic information right now. The first question is, have you ever been hypnotized?”
She nodded. “Sure. We do it all the time for deliveries, since we can’t use much in the way of anesthetics. Not too many folks on Cerberus will come anywhere near hypnotism, though.”
That was certainly true. You put total control of what body you wore and what body you would wear into someone else’s hands, and that was something you didn’t do lightly. Not here.
“All right,” I told her, “now—Dylan told me that on special occasions some of the mothers would switch so those in the late stages of pregnancy could go out. Just a temporary courtesy.”
“That’s right. It’s not usual, but we’ve all done it.”
“Good. Can you think of anybody you might be able to switch with for a full day and night?”
She thought a moment “Yeah. I guess so. Marga, maybe, although I’d owe her one. When would this be?”
“Two weeks from now. Friday evening through Saturday evening or maybe Sunday morning.”
“I’ll work it out.”
“Good. Talk it over with Dylan, too, all you want. I’m going to be doing dry runs and setups au week. Next weekend I’ll work out a little test or two to see if there are any kinks in company security. Now, two more things.” I fished a couple of papers from my pocket and handed them to her. She looked at them quizzically.
“What are these?”
“Remember Otah?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, he does a lot of interesting bootlegs other than just entertainment,” I told her. “If I came in with those, though, he might get suspicious, and the money would still be missing from my account. I want you—or somebody else who won’t ask questions and can act for you—to go into Otah’s place with those and ask for those specific parts. Tell him they are required spares for a surprise fire inspection at Akeba House. Tell him that they have to be exactly like those on the sheet because of special equipment in the House. If he presses further, act ignorant of any more, but insist he make those specific parts, without variations and without substitutions.”
She looked at the diagrams, then turned them first one way, then upside down. “It won’t be hard to pretend ignorance. What are they?”
“Computer memory chips,” I told her. “I need ’em as soon as possible, but definitely within a week. Understand?”
She nodded. “He makes these things?”
“He can have them made.”
“How much should I pay for them?”
“You have almost unlimited credit, you said. It’s why I’ve let you buy me so many dinners. The price’ll be high, since the transaction is under the counter. Probably two or three hundred units each.”
She whistled. “Wow.”
“Too steep for you?”
“No, but it’s more than I’m ever used to paying.”
“Will it show up in your personal account?”
“Oh, no. We don’t have them. It’s another way they keep us barefoot and pregnant. It’s the House account.”
I nodded to myself, then pulled her close and kissed her. “You know,” I said, “I never realized before how sexy a pregnant woman can be to a man.”
By God, I told myself, this crazy, insane, totally absurd plot was going to work!
“Tell me about nuraform,” I asked them on the boat Friday night.
“It’s an anesthetic, one of the few that works here,” Dylan replied. “A couple of whiffs and you’ll go out like a light for twenty minutes or so—but you won’t be able to change bodies with it. That’s why it’s approved at all. Major operations and stuff like that, or on-the-job accidents where somebody’s in great pain. But it’s a controlled substance. Doctors and medical personnel only.”