"You been threatened."
"Yes, I know." She pressed a few curling strands of hair back from the side of her face. Her fingers gave a tremble-so slight Rico almost missed it. "Fear may be a rational response to danger, but it does not necessarily motivate rational behavior." She paused again and swallowed. "I want to cooperate fully because I'd rather you were my ally than someone I should fear. I try to avoid classic behaviors like that, and yet I find that I can't Right now, it's practically a compulsion."
"Right now" bothered Rico a good deal less than what might be somewhere ahead of him.
Marena Farris was going to be trouble.
Hell, she was already trouble.
"Was she lying?" Rico asked softly when they came out of the room onto the second floor hallway.
Bandit nodded and said, "Yes. She lied."
"About everything?"
"No."
Rico wanted to know more, specifically when Marena Farris had lied and when she had told the truth. Bandit wondered how to answer. Spells of detection, especially those involved with detecting truth and lies, were not like spells for casting mana bolts and fireballs, which either worked or didn't work as the caster intended. Spells for assensing truth most often yielded mixed results, perhaps because most people spoke in a mixture of truth and falsehood.
There was also the question of whether such spells assensed the objective truth or merely the truth as the target of the spell knew it. Had Marena Farris lied in certain respects or simply recited lies she had mistakenly accepted as truth?
"What did she lie about?" Rico asked.
Bandit replied, "Take your best guess." He was no multiphased lie detector, and he disliked trying to function as one.
Rico grimaced, seeming displeased.
"Your wife says you volunteered for the program."
Surikov frowned, looked unhappy, even angry. "Volunteered? I did nothing of the kind. I was ordered to enter the program! I had no choice whatsoever."
"They musta had some kind of hold on you."
"A hold? Of course they had a hold! If I'd refused them, I'd have ended up in the Antarctic somewhere, running computer-directed tests on plankton."
Surikov looked and sounded like he would have considered that a real tragedy, and Rico could believe it. He'd heard this kind of talk before. People like Surikov grew up on the inside of the corporate infrastructure. They didn't know any better. When the Master Suit gave orders, nobody disobeyed. You did what the bosses told you or you suffered the consequences. Even a slag with serious ego problems wouldn't want any black marks on his record because that would be bad for his career. And corporates didn't seem to see much difference between the words "life" and "career."
If one went down the toilet, the other followed.
"You said you were snatched outta Fuchi Multitronics."
"Is there a difference? I was given no options. Whether I was kidnapped or thrust out upon my path, I had no choice. I was badly used. The morality of it is identical."
There was a difference, though. Fuchi might try to retrieve Surikov in either case, but this was not just "either" case. In this particular case, which was the only "case" that really mattered, L. Kahn had claimed that the client wanted to retrieve the subject of a kidnapping, and if that was a lie-as Surikov and his wife both claimed- then Rico had every right to call off the deal with L. Kahn.
Suddenly, his course seemed surprisingly clear.
If he got out of this alive, he'd have to make some kinda statement, a statement about fixers who lied. Something L. Kahn would not like. Something people would hear about.
"You got two options," Rico said. "You go where your husband's going, or you wait till I'm ready to let you go." Marena Farris watched him from the bed in the second-floor bedroom with eyes that got really big and round and an expression that seemed as expectant as it was fearful. "Does that mean… you will let me go?"
"Not till I'm ready."
"But you will let me go, eventually?"
"When the time's right."
Farris slumped a little, lifting a hand to her face, closing her eyes. "It's so hard to believe you won't just kill me," she said in an undertone. "But that's what you're saying, isn't it? You're not going to kill me?"
Rico clenched his teeth. "I don't do murder."
Farris gasped. She did that a couple of times, head down, hand still over her face. Maybe she was crying. Soon, she lifted her head and wiped at her eyes. "Where is Ansell going?"
"It ain't settled yet."
"You're not taking him back to Fuchi, are you?"
Rico wondered if he should tell her. His first instinct was to say nothing. She didn't need to know. It did make him wonder, though. She'd just tried to kill the slag and now she wanted to know what was happening with his life?
Before he could decide what to say, Farris said, "You should bring him back to Fuchi."
"Why?"
"It's the best environment for a man like Ansell. It really is. I'm not saying that just because I happen to work there. Fuchi's research facilities are the best, and the research program is tailored for scientists of Ansell's ability. I don't really think he'll be happy anywhere else."
"That's his problem," Rico said. "His decision. Your decision I already laid out for you. Which is it?"
"If you aren't taking Ansell to Fuchi, I'd rather you just let me go. Someplace safe. Near a telecom."
Right.
"She ain't going with you."
"She isn't? Why not?"
"Because that's her decision."
Surikov frowned, then looked at Rico expectantly. "You've got the guns," he said, quietly. "You could force her."
Rico clenched his teeth. "I don't think so."
"I could make it worth your while."
"Forget you even thought it."
"What about Marena Farris?"
Rico looked up as Piper pulled another soyburger out of the wave and turned to the micro-sized kitchen table. You'd think that in an ork safehouse, the kitchen would be the biggest part of the house. Not so. Rico finished chewing on a mouthful of burger, and said. "We're gonna hang on to Farris a while."
"How come, boss?" Shank asked.
Rico watched the ork devour a burger in one bite. "Because we don't have to let her go yet."
"And if Fuchi comes, we'll have a hostage."
Rico didn't like that word, didn't like hearing Piper say it. Taking a hostage had never been part of his plan. He wanted to let Farris go, right now. And he would, except…
"Corporates use everybody." Piper said, delivering more food to the table. "It's only right that we should use them. They should know the terror and violence that ordinary people live with every day. They should know what it's like to live in constant fear of death. What it's like to be considered valueless."
"Nobody's gonna lay a hand on her."
"Fuchi won't know that That's the point, jefe."
The real point was subtler. Rico felt sure of what had to come next, but he had doubts, serious doubts, about Surikov and Farris, and especially about Farris.
No one spoke chiptruth-no way, no how. Everybody lied to at least some degree. The question was did he have as much of the truth as needed to go ahead? Rico had the feeling he was missing some essential part of the puzzle, some basic truth that would make everything crystal clear if only he had the sense to see it. Maybe it was just paranoia. He had no choice but to proceed with making a deal with Prometheus for Surikov, it was that or sit on his butt, and yet he couldn't help wondering if something Surikov or Farris might be holding back would cast everything, the whole situation, in a brand new light.
Let Farris go? Sure, he'd let her go, just as soon as he knew that nothing she knew could hurt him or the team or the deal for Surikov. That would cost her time and inconvenience and maybe a whole lot more, but she owed Surikov that, that much at the very least. In another situation, she'd be heading into court on charges of attempted murder. Here, she was getting off easy, no matter what happened.