Russell rode with the guards to a house on the north ridgeline above the city, where the senior members of the brotherhood had their homes. They pulled through the gate of a massive house built in the style of an English manor house, and around back, where several liveried servants met them, dressed in an old English style matching the large house.
Russell supervised the transfer of the meals. While the guards weren’t looking, he asked the servants who lived here.
The nearest servant said, “Pipe down. They might hear you. Nobody lives here. This is a holding facility for prisoners being ransomed.”
Russell dropped his voice and asked, “ How many people are here right now?”
The servant replied, “Just three at the moment. They came in last night. They must be important. This is the first time we’ve ever sent out for meals.”
The senior guard looked back to the unloading and shouted at Russell, “You there, hurry it up or you’ll be walking back to the restaurant.”
Russell finished passing the meals out to the servants, sat down in the rear of the vehicle, and was driven back to the Ruin View. On the way back he pondered on what he had just learned.
Roger Delphant worked on other matters while he waited for his 1200 appointment. They were not late, just not early. He didn’t like them and wanted to get them in and out of his office as soon as possible.
His secretary knocked on his door, stepped in, and announced Captain Ben Alden was here to see him. Roger saw him beyond her and waved him in. His secretary closed the door as she left.
Roger got up, shook Ben’s hand and offered him a drink. Ben turned it down, so they got down to business. There was not much beating around the bush with these people.
“Captain, you’ve come alone?”
“It only takes one of us to execute a contract.”
Captain Ben Alden looked more like a prizefighter than a ship’s captain. He had one droopy eye and a cauliflower ear. Anyone examining his knuckles would see evidence he had forced his will on many men in his life.
“Mr. Delphant, I was sorry to hear about your brother. What a tragic loss of life.”
“Thank you, Captain, it was quite tragic. Accidents do happen.”
“Now, what can we do for Debran Industries, Inc.? Are some miners acting up again?”
“No, not this time. Mrs. Debran and her two daughters have come up missing and Mr. Debran wants to keep all his options open. He doesn’t feel that he can rely on the local authorities and Fleet is only sending in one ship. How many ships can you assemble if cost is no object?”
“In that case, I can get you a fleet of twenty ships: one fighter carrier with four fighters, three gun corvettes, ten missile patrol boats, ten armed cargo ships with 100 troops onboard each, and six medium gun boats. They won’t be cheap, but you already covered that. We’ve worked for you before and this is a family matter, so we’ll keep our price reasonable. When do you need us? I assume right now.”
“Ben, we need you within five days. There is a Scout Force ship coming in then. We assume he will patrol into the Pleiades star cluster. Everywhere else has been searched multiple times, so that’s the only real option left. If he goes in, we want you to track his path so that you can navigate to whatever he finds.”
“Mr. Debran suspects his family was taken by the Marauders that have been working the Rigel to Aldebaran trade route, and that they are based somewhere in the star cluster. He wants you to prepare your ships to launch a rescue mission into the star cluster. If any harm comes to his family, he wants you to find the Marauders’ base and destroy it. Kill everyone associated with it. Leave not one brick stacked on another when you are done.”
“If you find the Debran women alive and free them, your fee will be doubled. If they are harmed or dead and you destroy the base, your fee will be doubled also. Do you understand?”
“Sure, dead or alive we get double. You have a deal, Mr. Delphant. I’ll have that drink now.”
Alistair Bennett monitored the Vigilant’s entry into the sector. He watched as they advanced right up to his position, then flashed them the recognition code and was impressed as they smoothly lined up and docked with his airlock. Their helmsman was good.
He walked back to his airlock and cycled it open after checking the positive seal. An armed duo met him at the lock. He verified his identity to them as the Kelly came into view.
“Please excuse the drama, Alistair, but we have to be careful. There appears to be a lot riding on us. Please follow me.”
“Captain, there is something I need to do first. Let me show you what I’ve done to my ship since last you saw it.”
He turned and walked away before Kelly could answer yes or no. Kelly followed, leaving the two sensor crewmen to guard the airlock.
Alistair turned around just before Kelly caught up.
“I have to put my companion to bed. I don’t suppose you have facilities aboard your ship for cats.”
“Cats? No, we don’t. Fleet regs are very strict about pets and mascots on board. Only flag officers can get away with that. The health people would throw a fit if they found a flea in one of my compartments.”
Alistair kept on walking forward in his ship. “I figured as much, not that my cat has fleas. Rojo should be asleep by now. I gave him a mickey as you were approaching.”
“A mickey? What is that and what are you going to do with him?”
“Oh, he’s about to take a very long nap. I’ve done it before. He goes to sleep, I put him into a stasis chamber, and I pull him back out when I get back.”
Kelly had met Rojo before. Rojo was a very large cat, probably 9 kilos in weight. Kelly wondered about his name, because rojo was the old Earth Spanish word for red.
“Doesn’t Rojo mean red?” he asked.
“True, but it does seem to suit him. Besides, it’s the only name he answers to. I tried dozens before settling on that one.”
Alistair picked the cat up, slipped him into a cat carrier, and lowered him into a chest type stasis chamber.
“There. When I get back I’ll pull him out, let him wake up, and he’ll be the most refreshed kitty in this sector.”
Kelly was amazed, “Are you sure it doesn’t hurt him?”
“It hasn’t yet. I’ve kept him in stasis for up to six months and it hasn’t hurt him. Captain, let me show you something.”
Alistair led Kelly to the bridge and punched some buttons on the command terminal. A new holographic display opened up from the floor. In the middle of the display was their current position. Alistair stepped in front of the display and pointed to what was obviously the Pleiades star cluster.
“Here is where I lost the track of the ion trail. If I had continued, the gravity fields would have torn my ship apart, never mind the effect of the X-ray discharges from all these brown dwarves.”
“I couldn’t go in, so I scanned as deep as I could from the peripheries. I detected these energy spikes here near this yellow dwarf star. I suspect that may be where our pirates’ lair might be. Of course, knowing where it is doesn’t mean we can get at it. I’m sure there isn’t a straight line path from here to there.”
Kelly studied the holograph closely.
“No, not a straight path, but I bet my ship can figure it out. It will still be like going through a maze with dead ends and wrong turns. I’m sure they didn’t leave a breadcrumb trail.”
“That’s why I called for you, Kelly. Now, if you will authorize the transfer of this data, I’ll shoot it over to your ships data banks.”
Kelly called over to Chief B to allow a data transfer. In seconds, it was done.
“Alistair, can I help you with any gear you need to move over to my ship?”