"Nay, Angus!" Sean Bulloch shook him fiercely. "We cannae lose ye both, mon! Are ye gone clean daft?!"
"Stand out o' my way, Sean Bulloch," Angus said coldly.
"Sean's right, Angus." Tulloch MacAndrew was almost pleading. "And Katie'd no want ye tae do it, lad. Ye know that!"
"I'll no say it again. Stand out o' my way, the lot of ye!" Angus reached for his grenade launcher before he could make himself stop, and his dark eyes glared at his friends.
"Would ye do it fer anyone else, then, Angus Mac-Rory?" Sean asked very softly, and Angus met his gaze squarely.
"Nay. But'tis no anyone else, now is it?"
Sean held his eyes a moment, then his own gaze fell and he shook his head slowly and released Angus's shoulders.
"Then there's nowt more tae sae," Angus said quietly.
"But what d'ye think ye're gang tae do fer her?" Tulloch asked. "If the Shellies ken who she is, she's likely dead, mon!"
"I think ye're wrong. If they ken sae much, they ken I'll come fer her. Lantu's nae fool, Tulloch. He'll use her tae get at me."
"Which is nae less than he's done already!"
"As may be, I've nae choice."
"Then I'll no let ye gae alone." Angus glared, but his beetle-browed lieutenant glared right back. "D'ye think ye're the only one tae love her, ye bloody fool? If ye're mad enow tae gae, there's many o' us mad enow t' gae wi' ye."
"I'll no let any - "
"And how are ye tae stop us?" Tulloch asked scornfully. "If ye're daft enow tae try, we'll only follow. Better tae take a few lads willin', like."
Angus glowered wrathfully, but he saw the determination in Tulloch's eyes. When he looked to Sean the same stubbornness looked back, and his shoulders slumped.
"Weel enow," he sighed, "but nae more than ten men, Tulloch!"
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE An Admiral Heretical
Caitrin MacDougall sat on the low bed, braced against the wall, eyes closed, and fought despair. The Wardens had changed their travel permit stamps only two days ago, but she was Angus's chief intelligence officer. She should have known; she hadn't, and though she'd managed to wound three of the guards, she hadn't made them kill her, either.
That was what terrified her, for the way she'd been whisked away, the crisp commands for the guards to forget they'd ever seen her, the curiosity in her "escorts'" amber eyes, filled her with dread. The Shellheads had learned the value of intelligence since Lantu displaced Colonel Huark, and the way she'd been treated told her they knew who she was. What she was. and what might be forced from her. Her death might have broken Angus's heart; her survival might kill him.
One hand pressed the swell of the new life within her, and a single tear crept down her swollen cheek. Lantu had adjusted his uniform with care. It might be silly to worry over appearances, but he was about to meet an enemy he respected deeply. And, he reminded himself, one who might get him Killed.
He walked down the hall slowly, arms crossed behind him, thankful he'd ordered the prisoner's injuries treated despite the risk of discovery. He was still uncertain whether professionalism or compassion had prompted him, but the doctor's report was the one hopeful thing he had.
He unfolded an arm to return the guards' salutes. The Fleet Marines, part of his personal security force, gave no sign of their thoughts as he knocked lightly, then opened the door and stepped through it.
The bedroom had been converted into a cell in haste, and the adhesive sealing the plastic bars across the window had dripped down over the sill in polymer icicles. There'd been no time to replace the Theban furniture, but if it was far too low for his prisoner's convenience, at least she was alive.
She'd gathered herself to confront him, warned by his knock, and dark green eyes met his steadily. Her face was calm, but he saw a tear's wet track on the cheek a rifle butt had split. She sat unmoving, hands folded, yet he wasn't fooled by her apparent docility. He out-massed her, despite her half-meter height advantage, but she'd wounded three trained soldiers - one mortally - with no more than her concealed combat knife.
"Good afternoon, Corporal MacDougall," he said finally. "I am Lantu, First Admiral of the Sword of Holy Terra." Her eyes glowed with a feral light at his name, and she'd already tried to make them kill her. Would the chance to take the People's military commander with her make her try again? Part of him almost wished she would.
"Since I know who you are, you must realize I also know you possess information I need. I do not, however, intend to Force that information from you." He snorted softly, amused despite himself by the disbelief on her face, but she didn't even blink.
"The Wardens don't know I have you" - / hope! - "and I don't plan to tell them. Yours is one of several names I had flagged to be brought directly to me if captured, and you are my prisoner.
"Why?" She spoke for the first time, almost startling him.
"I'm not really certain," he admitted. "Curiosity, in part, but I have. other reasons. As you know, I've released other guerrillas" - her eyes narrowed as he avoided the word "terrorists" - "with messages to Sergeant MacRory. If I can keep certain others from learning of your capture or who you truly are, I hope to release you in the same way."
"Why?" she repeated.
"I - ' Lantu stopped, unable to confess his doubts to a human. Instead, ne only shrugged and returned her steady gaze. "In the meantime, is there anything else you need? Do you require additional medical attention?"
"No." He nodded and turned for the door, but her icy voice turned him back. "I expected better of you, First Admiral. Peaceforcers understand the `good cop-bad cop' technique as well as you do."
He was briefly puzzled, but then he understood and laughed harshly. "You misunderstand, Corporal MacDou-galL By the People's standards, I'm a very `bad cop' just now. I won't bother you with why - you wouldn't believe me anyway - but one thing I will tell you. For the moment, you are completely safe, not simply from me, but from the Wardens and the Inquisition itself."
She glared at him in patent disbelief, and he shrugged.
"You re pregnant," he said gently. "Among the People, that's a very holy state, one not even the Inquisition would dare imperil."
"Why? I'm an `infidel,' and I don't plan to change," she said coldly.
"Perhaps not, but your child has had no opportunity to choose, has it?" he asked quietly. "No. Even if your identity slips, you, personally, are safe for now. But - " he met her eyes " - that doesn't mean Colonel Huark wouldn't use you to lure Sergeant MacRory into a trap. So, please, Corporal MacDougall, pretend you believe I'm truly concerned for your safety and do nothing to draw attention to yourself."
The GEV whined down a security lane well inside the OZ, searchlights probing the dark. It was the fourth lane so far, but Angus didn't even curse. He merely lay in the chill mud, waiting, with every spark of human hope - or fear - frozen into stony purpose.
His hard eyes narrowed as a wheeled vehicle appeared, trailing the GEV with a quietly humming engine. without lights. It grumbled softly past, its commander's bony head and bulky night optics protruding from the hatch, and he lay still for another ten minutes by his watch before he beckoned to Tulloch.
Eleven armed men slid deeper into the Zone like a grim band of ghosts.
"The fleet chaplain is coming to see you," Hanat said as Lantu returned from a late-night inspection. He paused, eyelids flickering, then nodded and continued towards his inner office, tossing his bolstered machine-pistol onto the desk to unlatch his body armor and hang it up.
Hanat followed him, eyes wide.
"Don't you understand?" she said urgently. "He's coming here.'
`I understand."
"But - Does he know, Lantu?"
"Hush, Hanat." He cupped her head in his hands and stroked her cranial carapace gently. "If he knows, he knows."
"Oh, Lantu!" Tears gleamed, and he produced a handkerchief to dry them. `Why did you do it? Why?"
"I had to." Her wet eyes flashed angrily, and she began a sharp retort, but he silenced her with a caress. "Forgive me if you can, Hanat. I had no right to involve you.'
"Idiot!" she said sharply. "As if I didn't - "
She broke off as an admittance chime rang softly. Her hands rose, gripping his caressing fingers tightly, then she straightened proudly - a small, slim figure with suddenly calm eyes - and went to answer it.