The kids were animated all through dinner. Marygay and I were not good company. After dinner we watched a couple of hours of cube, an ice-skating show that made me reheat the cider.
Upstairs, getting ready for bed, she finally started to cry. Just silently wiping tears.
'I guess I should have been more ready for this. I hadn't thought about the Taurans, though. Man is usually reasonable.'
We peeled back sheet, blanket, and quilt, and bundled in against the cold. 'Twenty more months of this,' she said.
Not for us,' I said.
'What do you mean?'
'The hell with the Taurans and their mysticism. Back to Plan A.'
'Plan A?'
'We highjack the bastard.'
Sara brought home the Tauran writing at noon. 'The librarian said it was a ritual statement, like the end of a prayer: "Inside the foreign, the unknown; inside that, the unknowable." She said that was only close. There aren't exact human translations for the concepts.'
I found a pen and had her repeat it slowly, and printed it in block letters on the back. She went into the kitchen to fix a sandwich. 'Wow. What are you doing with all the stuff?'
'Nothing else scheduled till four. Thought I'd take care of everything at once.' Out of an obscure impulse, I'd brought inside every farming and fishing implement that held an edge or came to a point, and was cleaning and sharpening them. They were stacked in a glittering array along the dining-room table. 'Been putting it off, since it's been too cold to work in the shed.'
I hadn't expected anyone to be home this early. She walked by them with a nod, though. She'd grown up around them, and didn't see them as weapons.
We had lunch together in amiable silence, surrounded by axes and gaffs, reading.
She finished her sandwich and looked straight at me. 'Dad, I want to go with you.'
I was startled. 'What?'
'To Earth. You'll be one of the seventeen, won't you?'
'Your mother and me, yes. That was in the note. It didn't say how the other fifteen would be chosen, though.'
'Maybe they'll let you choose.'
'Maybe so. You'll be at the top of my list.'
'Thanks, Dad.' She gave me a kiss on the cheek, bundled up, and hurried back to school.
I wondered if I understood quite what had just transpired – or whether she knew, at some level. Fathers and daughters don't communicate that well even when alien languages and secret conspiracies aren't involved.
Marygay and I had been chosen, of course, since we were the only two people alive who remembered twentieth-century Earth, before the Forever War. Man would be interested in our impressions. I supposed the other fifteen were to be chosen at random, from people who wanted to make the trip – probably half the planet.
There would be no trip, of course. The ship would be accelerating straight up to nowhere. With Sara aboard, as originally planned.
I unrolled the revised loading schedule she'd prepared, weighing down the four corners with salt and pepper shakers and two wicked-looking knives.
It was discouraging, the hundreds of things that would have to be brought to the spaceport and launched into orbit. They weren't going to bother with all that, just going to Earth and back. So we'd have to highjack the Time Warp and then somehow keep control of the situation long enough to launch the shuttles dozens of times. The people alone would take up ten flights.
We weren't going to do it by attacking them with a bunch of farm implements. We somehow had to present a real threat. But there weren't many actual weapons on Middle Finger, and they were almost all in the hands of authorities like the sheriff.
I gathered up the tools to take outside. A weapon doesn't always look like a weapon. What did we have? Did we have anything that would keep them at bay for ten days, a couple of weeks, while the shuttles plied back and forth?
We could have, I suddenly realized. Maybe it was a little insane.
Twelve
It took planning and coordination – and an unexpected assist from our adversaries: the seventeen going to Earth were all from Paxton, more or less the ringleaders of the original plot. Whether they were planning to let us come back from Earth was open to question. It was also moot.
We had only twelve days before the supposed departure for Earth. I had sent all the others copies of the document from the One Tree, and we'd commiserated and talked about how, among other things, we might still get approval for our long journey, after talking to Man and Tauran on Earth.
While talking on the cube to them, I made a casual gesture, touching middle finger to cheekbone, that used to be phone code: 'Disregard this; someone may be listening.' Most of them returned the gesture.
Not one word of the plot was communicated by voice or electronics. I wrote down brief and precise descriptions of each person's role, the notes to be memorized and destroyed. Even Marygay and I never spoke of it, not even when we were tending the trotlines, alone out on the ice.
The seventeen of us saw a lot of each other, talking about Earth and passing notes about escape. The consensus seemed to be that it probably wouldn't work, but we didn't have time to come up with anything more refined.
I wished I could have told Sara. She was disconsolate at being denied a chance for Earth; a chance to leave Middle Finger just once in her life.
I tried not to smile too much. 'Do something, even if it's wrong,' my mother used to say. We were finally doing something.
Middle Finger didn't have an army; just a lightly armed police force to keep order. There were very few weapons on the planet – nothing to go hunting for with anything more lethal than a hook and line.
But there was one weapon potentially more dangerous than all the small arms at Man's disposal. In the Museum of History in Centrus, there was a fighting suit left over from the Forever War.
Even stripped of its nuclear and conventional explosives, even with the laser finger deactivated, it was still a formidable weapon because of its strength-amplification circuitry and armor. (We knew the circuitry was intact because Man occasionally dusted it off for construction and demolition jobs.) A man or woman inside it became like a demigod of myth – or, for my generation, a superhero of comics. Able to leap tall buildings in a single bound. Kill a person with a single punch.
You could power up a cold suit from almost any source. It could suck the energy out of a floater and have enough juice for a little mayhem – or a couple of hours' searching for a better source.
We couldn't assume the suit was powered up, sitting there waiting to be taken – though Charlie argued that it probably was, for the same reason there was no military force in Centrus to keep us in line. If we fought Man and won, what would we accomplish, from their point of view? They saw themselves as mentors and partners, our conduit to true civilization. There was no need for Man to take precautions against a useless and futile action.
We were to learn otherwise.
Max Weston was the only person I knew who was physically large and strong enough that I had no doubt he could overpower the sheriff. We needed his weapons in order to attack the museum. We had to take them at the last minute, of course, just before we left for Centrus. We could lock him up in his own cell or possibly take him hostage. (I argued against killing him, or anyone, if we could help it. Max agreed too easily, I thought.)
Our timetable was set by Man. An express floater would arrive at noon on 10 Copernicus, and an hour later we would be in Centrus. We were to spend the afternoon in a last-minute briefing, then be prepped for suspended animation and shuttled up to the Time Warp as part of the baggage.
Max raised the possibility, which had occurred to me and probably others, that they had no intention of prepping us for SA. They would give us a shot not to suspend our animation, but to end it. Send the Time Warp off and have it come back without us, with some sad story – we all died of a rare Earth disease, because of lack of immunity – and MF would somehow have to get along without seventeen troublemakers.
It
sounded paranoiac; I doubted that Man saw us as a threat worth disposing of, and if indeed they did, there were less elaborate ways to go about doing it. But then Man often did things in elaborate and unlikely ways. Comes from hanging around with Taurans all the time, I guess.
Our timing had to be precise, and a lot of machines had to work. The sheriff's weapons would get us the fighting suit; the fighting suit would get us the shuttle, and the shuttle would take us to the ultimate weapon.
But the plan would stop dead if, for instance, the sheriff's weapons were programmed to work only for him – they had that technology more than a millennium ago – or if the fighting suit wouldn't crank, or if the shuttle or the Time Warp had an override that could be controlled from the ground. In our ALSC training as pilots, me for the shuttle and Marygay for the starship, there was nothing about that; both vehicles were autonomous systems. It was possible they had withheld a few details from our training, though.
We were careful not to arrive at the town hall all at once. It did simplify our operation that the floater was picking us up right at the sheriff's door, and we probably could have all come down as a group. But the plan was for Marygay and me to come early and distract the sheriff, and be there to help Max, if necessary.
Bill and Sara drove us down at eleven o'clock with our small bag – toiletries and a few changes of clothing and two long knives. We hadn't told them anything. Bill was in a good mood, negotiating the icy streets with smooth speed. Sara was subdued, maybe holding back tears. She really had wanted to come, and probably thought we hadn't worked hard enough to get her added to the list.
'We should tell them,' Marygay said as we pulled up to the police station.
'Tell what?' Sara said.
'You're not missing any trip to Earth,' I said. 'We're not going to Earth. We've gone back to the original plan.'
'We'll all be on the Time Warp in a couple of weeks,' Marygay said, 'headed for the future, not the past.'
'I hadn't heard,' Bill said slowly. 'You'd think they would've said something about it.'
'They don't know about it yet. The sheriff's about to find out.'
Bill set the brake and turned around in the driver's seat. 'You're going to take it by force?'
'In a way,' Marygay said. 'If things go according to plan, nobody will be hurt.'
'Can I help? I'm bigger than you.'
'Not now.' Glad he asked, though. 'It has to look like things are going according to their plan, until we get to Centrus.'
'Just act as if nothing were different, darlings. Keep an eye on the news.'
'Don't…' Sara said. 'Don't get … don't do, don't take any chances?'
'We'll be careful,' Marygay said. Sara was probably trying to say Don't do anything foolish, but I'm afraid we'd moved beyond that stage.
I kissed them both and opened the door. Marygay kissed them and held on to Bill for an extra second. 'See you soon.'
'Good luck,' Bill said urgently. Sara nodded, biting her lower lip. I closed the door behind Marygay and they were gone.
'Well,' I said pointlessly, 'here we go.' She nodded and we picked our way up the icy steps and pushed through the double doors.
The sheriff wasn't in his office; he was straightening up the reception hall. He checked his watch. 'You're early.'
'Bill dropped us off,' Marygay said. 'He had to go on to school.' He nodded, 'Tea in the office.'
Marygay went for tea and I went down the corridor to the toilet, mainly to check the cells. Both were open, and could be locked on the outside with a simple mechanical bolt. We'd want to take the keyboard out before we locked him in. It hadn't worked for me, but maybe I hadn't had the right combination.
I joined Marygay for tea. She glanced toward the empty peg behind the sheriff's desk. He was probably wearing the pistol under his vest, as he had the night he came to arrest us.
The door opened and we heard him greet Max. I walked into the room and saw that they were shaking hands. Max knew about the concealed holster.
My move was pretty obvious, and in retrospect I suppose it wouldn't have worked if the sheriff had been on guard. I faked tripping on the rug and dropped the mug of tea. Cried out, 'Oh, shit!'
As the sheriff turned, Max clamped his forearm around his neck and grabbed his right arm. The sheriff tried to kick back, but Max had anticipated the move and blocked it; meanwhile, I reached into the sheriff's vest and yanked out the pistol.
'Don't choke him, Max!' Max dropped his left arm enough to let him breathe, at the same time forcing him to his knees.
The sheriff coughed twice. 'What is this?'
'Figure it out,' Max said. 'Use your group mind.'
Marygay came out of the office holding a big roll of building tape. 'Into the cell! William … point the gun at him!'
I was holding it loosely, aimed at the floor. Might go off. I gestured with it. 'Keep ahold of him, Max.'
He didn't resist. 'You're going to be in real trouble. Whatever you think you're doing.'
'You've got that right,' I said. 'Real trouble now. But by the time we get back, it won't make any difference.'
Max had walked him into the first cell, and pushed him down into the chair. 'What? You think you can … you're going to take the starship?'
'These guys are fast,' Max said. Marygay secured him to the chair with the tape.
'We don't mean you any harm, Sheriff,' I said, 'nor anyone in Centrus. We're just going ahead with what we proposed – with what you approved of.'
He was regaining some composure. 'But that was provisional. Before we heard from the Whole Tree.'
'You do what you want,' Marygay said. 'We don't have to take orders from Earth.'
'From Taurans on Earth,' Max said.
'But it's not practical,' the sheriff said with an edge of exasperation. 'The three of you–'
'Seventeen,' I said.
'Even seventeen, you can't steal the starship and run it.'
'We have a plan. Just sit back and watch us.'
A few people had come in and were standing at the door. 'You don't seem to need any help,' Jynn said.
'Look around and see if you can find any more weapons,' Max said. 'There aren't any,' the sheriff said, nodding at me. 'Just the pistol. Just for emergencies.'
'Like this.' Max stuck his hand out and I gave him the pistol. He aimed it at the viewscreen over the keyboard and fired. The explosion was loud in the small room. I shielded my eyes and didn't see what it looked like, but the result was pretty dramatic. There was more hole than viewscreen.
'What the hell was that?' somebody shouted.
'Testing.' He handed it back. 'Works.'
'You aren't going to steal the starship with an old pistol.'
'We really just have to steal a shuttle,' Marygay said. 'The starship will do what I tell it to.'
'And we'll have more than a pistol,' Max said.
Cat came to the door. She and Marygay exchanged nods. 'We found some crowd-control stuff. Gas grenades and tangle-foot.'
'Probably what they'll use on us, in Centrus,' I said. 'Might as well have our own.'
'The mask would be more useful,' the sheriff said.
'What?'
'The gas mask. It's in the top right-hand drawer of my desk.' He shrugged. 'Might as well cooperate.'
'We couldn't get that one open,' Cat said. 'Thumbprint?'
He nodded. 'That's where the ammunition is, too.' He wiggled his thumb. 'You could bring the desk here, or set me free.'
'It's a trap,' Max said. 'It probably sends a signal.'
'Do as you wish,' the Man said.
'Why would you want to help us?' Marygay said.
'For one thing, I'm on your side; I've known you since I was a boy, and know how much this means.' He looked at Max. 'Also, you have the gun. At least one of you could use it.'
Max pulled out a big pocket knife and the blade snapped out. 'I could cut off your thumb.' He sawed at the tape and freed him. 'Move slowly, now.'
The draw
er had the ammo and gas mask, and also handcuffs and ankle restraints. We put them on the sheriff.
'Floater's here,' Po said from the door.
'Driver?' Marygay called back. He said no; it had the autodriver light on. 'You're coming along, then. Hostage.'
'If you leave me locked up in the cell, there's no way I could hamper you. I'd prefer that.'
Max grabbed his arm. 'We'd prefer to have you along.'
'Wait,' I said. 'You think they're going to kill us.'
'As soon as they see you're armed, yes. My being with you wouldn't affect the decision.'
'One reason we love you so much,' Marygay said. 'Your concern for one another.'
'It wouldn't just be Man making that decision,' he said; 'not in Centrus. A Tauran truly wouldn't understand why it made any difference.'
'They let Taurans in on police matters?'
'No, but it won't be a police thing, once the starship's part of it. Matters that involve space are going to involve Taurans.'
'The more reason for a hostage,' Max said.
'Do you hear yourself?' the sheriff said. 'Which of us now is placing a low value on life?'
'Just on yours,' Max said, and gave him a push toward the door.
'Wait,' I said. 'Until they know what we're doing, there won't be any Taurans involved?'
'Only people and Man,' he said. 'But it won't take them long to see what's happening and contact the Taurans.'
'Yeah.' I pointed at the door. 'Take him out and lock him up. We have to confer.'
Max was back in a minute. 'It may be time to gamble,' I said. 'The floater's going to go down Main to get to the spaceport. I could slip out by the museum, and you all go on. With the sheriff, you'll have the expected seventeen people, if anybody's looking. That will gain us some time. Then you can disable the floater before it gets there.'
'But then you don't have the floater's fuel cell.' We had planned on that in case the fighting suit was cold.
'Yes, he will,' Max said, intense. 'We get a klick or so from the spaceport and put the floater on manual and ground it. That's five, maybe seven minutes from dropping him off. Give him a minute or two to get into trouble. Then we turn, the floater around and take it back to him.'