He would arrive two days before they did. He would have time to scout. And the two days of their layover to do the job.
He asked Two, "What can go wrong?" She had just walked in looking like something had.
"A Guardship just broke off the Web. VII Gemina. Mr. Stefens ought to make an appearance on the bridge."
G. Stefens was the Hauler's passenger of record. Stefens was a high official of House Raintree.
The Chief said, "Ah, Mr. Stefens. We'll dock shortly. Have you visited Belladonna before?"
"Yes." D. Zimplica 3, Belladonna, was a Freehold World, owing allegiance to no House, as well as the seat of Sixth Presidency General Secretariat. "It's probably the most attractive world in the sector. It's a shame it's already claimed."
"Yes. I suppose you're interested in the Guardship."
"Yes."
"It's gone. Stayed only ten minutes. Squirted something at the Secretariat, then left."
"Thank you." That was nice. That was beautiful. But it did not drain the water out of his legs. What message had it sent?
Lupo knew within the hour. The Secretariat had posted it to every ship. A Guardship fleet directive. An instant law.
Every ship docking at every station was to have its documentation examined. Any vessel making a nonscheduled arrival was to be searched and all persons aboard required to furnish documentation. Any creature of the description... (methane breathing colonial intelligence that Lupo recognized)... was to be destroyed upon discovery, without exception. NonCanon ships barred from Canon space. Vessels without license to be destroyed if they refused internment. Severe restrictions on trade beyond the Atlantean Rim. Severe penalties for noncompliance.
"A fun bunch, our protectors," Lupo observed. Then he scanned the unusual justificatory appendix. Piracy. Smuggling. Espionage. Mass murder. Attacks upon Guardships. Attacks upon Canon star systems....
Lupo was not given to anger. He was so angry now he could do nothing but mutter "M. Shrilica" and nurture fantasies of revenge.
There was nothing he could do, of course. When he calmed down, he observed, "We're in trouble, Two. We have no leverage on those Outside things. But they know who we are. They can use that against us. We've lost the initiative."
"We still have the Ku."
Jo looked up at AnyKaat. "What did they say?"
"No."
"Damn!"
"They aren't picking on us, Jo. It's the way things are done. You don't let people hang around after you've gotten them where they're going. You have to get ready for the next bunch. And the way things are, you make a fuss and we're liable to spend a month in STASIS detention explaining."
"What?"
"This." Jo accepted something official. "VII Gemina was here day before yesterday. Just long enough to send that."
Jo read while her heart sank. " Missed them that close?" And, "They wouldn't tell it all here. Things must be bad."
"That's what I thought. That's what people on station think. So let's try to do things like everybody else and not get burned."
"You're right." She felt empty. Missed VII Gemina by a hair.
"I've reserved space in a hostel near our departure dockhead."
"What about our connection?"
"In dock, plenty of room, and it'll leave on schedule."
"I don't suppose they'd let us board early?"
"Jo, a station needs what travelers spend at the concessions to survive."
Jo tapped the directive. "Know what this means? WarAvocat wrote us off. Presumed dead."
The Lieutenant said, "Don't think about making a break, Ku. You wouldn't last even if I didn't kill you."
Turtle paid no attention. That was nervous talk. She was more an alien here than he was. He watched the crowd for a sign the operation was on. Provik could have overestimated his ability to pull it together.
He caught a passing smile, a man of Blessed's.
Two said, "They've taken a quad and a triple on separate levels. The women, the Ku, and the artifact are in the quad. The soldiers are in the triple."
"Let's work on the soldiers first. The Ku can handle the women if he has to."
Hoke slipped out early, to try his luck in the social whirl of the station. It was his lucky day. He ran into a woman who started panting the moment she saw him. But after the preliminaries he had no place to take her. So he followed her back to the Hauler where she crewed.
Hoke's comrades gutted it out for six hours before deciding they had to do something.
They got lucky. Asking around, they ran into two crewmen off a Hauler who recalled Hoke on account of he had gone off with a woman from their ship. They were amused. One said, "She's probably eaten him alive by now."
The other snickered. "Pauli uses them up."
"She do keep them long off watches from getting boring."
"Speaking of which, old buddy, it's about time."
"Yeah. We got to head out. You guys want to walk down and see if that's where she took your pal?"
The soldiers went. Small talk kept them unsuspicious. At the docking bay one asked the purser, "Fredo, Pauli bring a guy home with her?"
"Yeah. Must be something. She's had him in there four hours and he ain't yelled for help yet."
"He's a pal of these guys and he's going to miss movement if they don't latch onto him. All right if they go drag him out?"
"Don't let the Chief see you."
"We got him cornered now. Come on, guys."
One of the soldiers was reluctant. The other muttered about the time. They went aboard.
Three men resembling the soldiers left the Hauler. They called one another by name. Two looked sour. The happy one smiled vaguely but talked enthusiastically about Pauli.
There really was a Pauli. And she was a minor legend.
Use reality, Provik said. Don't abuse it.
Jo fidgeted. When she could not hold it anymore, she said, "Hoke's late. Call them, AnyKaat."
"Ten minutes, Jo."
"Guardship soldiers aren't late. They're especially not late when they're supposed to relieve their commanding officer."
"No answer, Jo."
"I'll have his balls."
"What?"
"Want to know what happened? Hoke snuck out looking for some action. Jug and Shaigon got worried and went after him. Damnfools probably got lost." Jo flipped her passcard for their room. "Take a look. I don't want to be wrong. If they're not there, check around. But don't be gone too long."
"You be all right?"
"They're asleep. And I'll keep a gun in my hand."
Twelve minutes later there was a tentative tap at the door. "What?" Jo snapped.
Muffled, nervous, "Hoke, ma'am."
Jo headed for the door. "The famous eunuch to be."
Lupo hugged Two when they brought the Lieutenant aboard. "We did it!"
Jo sat on a rough Hauler bunk, back against the bulkhead, trying to understand. The Ku had been sound asleep. But when the door opened, he had plucked the weapon out of her hand.
The door there opened. A man stepped inside.
Lupo Provik!
"Good evening, Lieutenant."
"You can't get away with this."
"I already have. I'm tempted to let the people who replaced you go on to Starbase."
"Replaced?"
"Tomorrow the Merod Traveler Fanta Palonz takes on passengers. Seven answering the descriptions of your party, with proper documentation, will board. They will disappear at D. Chuchainica 3B."
Jo was scared like she had not been scared for a long time. "Why tell me?" The fear stemmed less from her circumstances than from recognition of the ruthless efficiency with which they had been engineered. In that moment she knew who had engineered the ambush in the end space.