"Get what you can." Then Skater told Elvis to search their prisoners while he tossed the drawers and traveling packs. In less than two minutes he knew they weren't going to find anything more.
"Skater."
Looking up. Skater saw Quint Duran standing at the top of the companionway. The ork's armor had fresh scratches.
"We could be overrun any minute," Duran said. 'The elves are regrouping, getting ready to have another go. Trey's sleep spell didn't affect as many as we'd hoped."
"Stay with her," Skater instructed Elvis as he dropped a lockbar into place over the other door in the cabin. He went up the steps at a dead run and breathing hard. His ribs ached from the impacts of the bullets, promising bruises-if he lived long enough for them to show.
Shiva was nestled comfortably behind a Narcoject rifle, taking advantage of the cover provided at the side of the cabin. Trey was on the other side, his hands glowing, then flashing dimly.
"The sleep spell worked fine," Trey grumbled. "These guys came from belowdecks where I couldn't see them."
"Two minutes," Skater said. "Then we're outta here. Archangel's into their system."
"You don't have the two minutes," Wheeler said over the commlink. "We've got bogeys coming up from the east."
Skater spun, searching the wine-dark sky. Then he spotted them, a tight trio of helos aimed straight for the freighter.
They were on the Sapphire Seahawk in seconds as heavy machine gun fire began smashing into the decks.
2
"Down there!" Skater ordered. "Move it!"
Nobody argued. There was nowhere else to go but back down the companionway stairs. Cullen Trey went first, gliding by in his cape, followed by Shiva.
"Go, kid," Quint Duran growled. He lifted the SPAS-22 as the first of the helo troops hit the freighter's deck, and took" up a covering position.
A ruby laser sight blazed across Skater's face, sending him against the companionway for more cover. A bullet burned the air where he'd been a second before.
The helo teams moved with clockwork precision, breaking into groups that hurried to secure the command positions aboard the freighter. Duran's shotgun blasted twice, putting one gunner down and sparking fire from the rotor blades of the nearest helo. The pilot pulled back a few meters, then swiveled and rained hell across the companionway entrance with twin cannon.
"Yakuza," Duran said, following Skater as he rushed down the companionway stairs.
"You sure?" Skater demanded, looking around the room for any means of escape.
"You wanna go back and scan it yourself?"
Skater shot him a look as he leaned down to grab the door that had been ripped from its frame. "Elvis, lend me a hand."
The troll grabbed the door and helped Skater shove it roughly back into position. Skater pointed at the bed.
Quickly, the troll ripped the bed into pieces and brought the two long metal support struts over, wedging them between the floor and the door.
"Not gonna hold much if they decide to play rough," Elvis said.
"You sure you don't know what's in that system?" Shiva asked, checking the loads on her Ares Crusader machine pistol.
Skater looked at her sharply. "I'm sure," he said coolly.
Shiva looked up just as sharply, but her expression was unreadable.
"I really don't think this is something we've got time for at the moment," Cullen Trey said dryly.
The first handful of bullets peppered the wedged door, causing it to vibrate. Shiva turned her attention there.
Skater accessed the Commlink IV. "Wheeler, talk to me."
"Yaks," the dwarf said. 'Thick as ants at a fragging picnic."
"Can you home in on us?" Skater dropped lo his knees and checked the flooring. It was wood, thick and gnarled, with scuff marks from years of use.
"Got you on the screen now, chummer."
"Stay with us, then," Skater said, "because we're getting the frag out of here."
"How?" Shiva demanded. "You figured out how to walk through walls and let bullets pass through you in the last couple of minutes.
"We go down." With a smooth motion. Skater drew the monofilament sword and used it to hack a large triangle in the center of the room's floor. It took two tries to kick the section of flooring away.
Just then a massive impact staggered the wedged door, forcing it back and leaving it listing open a few more centimeters than before. Smoke curled snarling tendrils around the door and reached into the room.
Thrusting the SPAS-22 through on his side of the door, Duran squeezed the trigger. The harsh baloom of the shotgun was near deafening in the confined space, but not loud enough to drown out Archangel's sudden screams of pain.
Skater whirled as she spilled from the chair onto the floor. As he rushed over, her eyes rolled back up in her head, her lids flickering like juiced Korean advertisements scaling buildings in downtown Seattle. She wasn't breathing.
"Dump shock," Trey said, joining Skater. "Whatever she ran into, the IC must have been rather nasty." The corps weren't shy about packing their systems with ever more vicious Intrusion Countermeasures, and no matter how good the decker, any Matrix run could be her last.
Skater silently agreed. Tilting Archangel's head back to make sure her breathing passages were clear. Skater clamped his lips to hers and started artificial respiration. Another few breaths and she was breathing on her own, though still unconscious.
"Stay with her," Skater told Trey.
"You got it," Trey said, stooping down to cradle the decker's head and shoulders gently.
Skater moved. Any time a decker rode a flaming board down, there was the chance of permanent neural damage. He'd met burned-out cowboy deckers who were worse than paraplegics.
Hunkering down beside the hole he'd cut into the floor, he palmed a flash from a pocket and pointed the hard yellow beam down into the bowels of the freighter. Support struts crisscrossed in a maze below him.
"Elvis," Skater said. "You take Archangel."
"Sure." Elvis slipped an arm almost tenderly under the unconscious elf. "Going to be some climbing, eh?"
"And that's the easy part," Skater admitted. It took another two slashes with the monofilament sword to make the hole big enough for the troll and the elf together. "Cullen, take the lead with your flash. Go all the way to the bottom and forward. Till you can't go anymore."
Trey dropped without a word, sinking through the maze of crisscrossed struts. Elvis followed. Archangel draped over one huge shoulder.
Taking out his Predator and checking that its magazine was full. Skater raced to the door blocking the companion-way. Duran fired two rounds, then withdrew his shotgun long enough to thumb fresh shells into it.
"Go," Skater told Shiva.
"So we can take a chance on drowning?" she demanded. Blood seeped from scratches along her right cheek.
"Up to you if you want to live long enough to get out of here."
"You think you can pull this one off?" The harshness had gone out of her voice.
Skater had never quite gotten used to the mercurial changes in Shiva's temperament. "I've got a plan."
She recharged her weapon, then patted him on the cheek. "I fragging love it when you say that,"
"Move."
Shiva dropped through the hole in a heartbeat.
Duran blasted another target, then ducked back. A renewed fusillade struck the door, making it quiver and jump. "You figure you can cowboy your way out of this one?" Duran asked.
"Won't know till we try," Skater said. He moved to the deck and quickly rigged a shaped explosive behind it that would create a blast of shrapnel when detonated. He accessed the Commlink IV. "Trey, use that tube of phosphorus and lay down a circle against the outer hull big enough that we can get through."