"My, that was refreshing," Mullins said. "Okay, Rachel, give. Your average stripper doesn't have a military grade, shielded turbine in her car. In fact, on Prague, she doesn't even have a car."
Rachel sighed and shook her head. "I do a few things more for the resistance than I told you. I'm not an agent for them, but I do mule work and also some of what you would call 'tradecraft'; your lecture about putting a mark on a box wasn't the first time I'd heard of that. And I really do have a cousin who does conversions on vehicles; I'm the person who gets them to the resistance. And he does other work, including some sabotage. He's surveilling us and had placed a bomb on a chemical plant. When he saw us blocked in he set it off. Then the police had more important things to do than chase down a hooker who maybe had met one of the suspects they are looking for. And, of course, I'm very good friends with one of the local resistance leaders."
"Very good friends?" he asked.
"Is that all you can ask about?" she asked in exasperation. "If you're going to worry about each of my friends you're going to spend all your time on that subject alone. I've got a lot of friends, okay?"
"Okay," Mullins said with a shrug. "As long as we can get you off planet before your friends can't keep you alive."
"I've reluctantly come to the same conclusion," she said.
"Who is this vehicle registered to?" Mullins asked as a police van swept through an intersection; it's car-comp would have automatically scanned their registration as it passed.
"The local StateSec commander's daughter," Rachel said with a faint smile. "As long as we don't have to go through another block, we're fine."
She pulled into another multistory car-park and placed the car in an out-of-the-way corner.
"They were going to be tracing us as soon as they reviewed the data from the satellite," she continued, getting out of the car. "So we need to get down in the underground again."
CHAPTER 7
If It's Stupid and It Works, It's Not Stupid
Johnny looked at the walls of the fumed wood elevator and shook his head. "Where, exactly, are we going?"
The travel from the abandoned car had been short, which in general was not a good idea. They had exited the car-park in the basement, gone through a few tunnels and then entered the elevator in another basement. This one had been packed with the usual sort of industrial laundry machines found in hotels. But if this was a hotel, it was much more upscale than anything Mullins had previously found on Prague.
"This was the VIP quarters for visiting Legislaturalists," Rachel said. "It's since been taken over by StateSec for pretty much the same use."
"You mean, we're in a StateSec building?" Gonzalvez snapped. "Are you insane, woman?"
"No," she said. "I have an apartment here."
Mullins tensed for a moment then decided to let her live. "Why?"
"Why do you think, Johnny?" she replied as the doors opened. "Let's just say I'm... maintained in it by a local StateSec officer."
"And if he decides to just drop by?" the admiral asked. "We're to hide in the closet, yes?"
"He won't be dropping by," Rachel replied. "He's off-planet at the moment. And everyone knows why he has the apartment, but not for whom, and he's the deputy commander for Prague. So they're not going to be questioning his mistress. Not if they want to stay off of Hades. And if you have a better idea where to hide you, I'm open to suggestions."
There wasn't time for any as the doors opened on the corridor. Rachel stuck her head out then gestured right. A short distance led them to a door that opened at her passkey.
The apartment was large and airy, two story with the main hall rising to the full height with a balcony overlooking it. There was a mural on one wall depicting a pastoral scene along the Prague River and furniture that looked to be mostly Old Earth antiques. A brief tour, conducted by Charles on a careful sweep for any detection equipment, revealed similar luxury throughout including a jacuzzi, a shower area large enough for a platoon of drunken Marines, a sunken bathtub, a collection of "adult novelties" that was practically a store in itself and a shower-massage.
"Why a shower massage?" he asked when he got back to the overstocked kitchen.
"I have to have something for myself," Rachel pointed out. She was making a sandwich which consisted of two pieces of bread, a pile of alfalfa spouts and a half a bottle of hot sauce marked with a skull and crossbones. As soon as it was done she stuffed the entire load in her mouth.
"M g'ung sh'er," she mumbled, then cleared enough space to talk. "Nobody should come to the door. If they do, we're screwed. If there's so much as a knock, alert everyone and head out the window."
"I'll slip some tell-tales out the door," Charles said. He gestured at her open mouth. "Unless you know something I don't, the Peeps don't normally sweep in high microwave range."
"No, that's okay," she said after a moment. "Just don't get caught."
"They're self mobile," Gonzalvez replied.
"Next dibs on the shower," Mullins said, taking a bite of the sandwich. "This is really wimpy hot sauce."
Rachel laughed and gestured around. "Raid as you wish. I'm not planning on coming back and it's less than my pig of a boyfriend deserves." With that she walked out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.
"As long as everything's there tomorrow, we're set," Charles said. "Of course, something will go wrong. But I intend to worry about that tomorrow."
"I don't suppose... ?" Mládek asked, lifting the bottle of wine.
"Go ahead," Mullins replied. "Just don't get so drunk you can't move."
"Well, say what you will about her boyfriend," Gonzalvez said from the depths of the refrigerator, "but he has excellent taste." He leaned out and flourished a jar. "Arellian caviar, Nagasaki shrimps in wine sauce and New Provence compote."
"A going away party," the admiral said with a sad smile. "I suppose it's appropriate."
"Just don't party too hard," Mullins replied.
"The condemned man ate a hearty meal," Charles said. "I'm surprised you're eating as well as you are, frankly."
"Why worry about it?" Mullins replied. "You guys go, I'll keep my head down and eventually we'll make contact again."
"Sure, easy," Gonzalvez replied.
"I'm not planning on being here in the morning," Mullins said, taking another bite of sandwich.
"Cutting out early?" Mládek asked. "Don't get yourself picked up and blow our cover."
"I won't," Johnny replied. "I'll probably take the window exit. Anyway, I thought you should know."
"Well, I would have known anyway," Charles replied. "I laced that as well as the door."
"Just as well," Johnny said, finishing off his sandwich. "I'm planning on having another beer and maybe a few of those fish-eggs on toast."
"It's caviar, you Gryphon barbarian," Gonzalvez said.
"Sure, sure," Johnny replied, picking up a canister of caviar and scooping some out with a finger. "This isn't too bad. Any potato chips around?"
John opened up the door to the closet in case there was anything that fit. He was willing to put on the sweaty prole outfit he had been running around in but if there was anything a tad cleaner it would be nice. He hadn't been able to ask Rachel after her shower because she had yelled that it was free and then disappeared into one of the bedrooms.
As it turned out Rachel's mysterious boyfriend had plenty of clothes. He appeared to be a bit on the hefty side compared to the Manty but there was one suit that looked to be Mullins' size.
Johnny contemplated it balefully for a moment then dropped his towel and tried on the shirt. It fit. So did the cummerbund and pants.