The Universe - or Nothing Part 18

"The Fleet Commander of this Plutonian Security Force wishes to speak with the Commander of the Slingshot Logistics Depot. Depot Commander, please identify yourself and stand by. Acknowledge."

Silence. Thirty seconds.

"Logistics Depot. This is the Plutonian Security Force. The message we sent you moments ago was for the Depot Commander. Did you read? Acknowledge."

The reply came.

"Your message received. Please identify Fleet Commander."

Brad and Drummer exchanged glances. Drummer chuckled.

"The formalities must be observed," he chuckled, his tone dry. "Tell him."

Brad keyed the mike.

"Fleet Commander Deke Drummer." He put a rasp into his voice. "Now, get on with it."

Another voice came on.

"Colonel Hanno here. I'm the Depot Commander.

What the h.e.l.l game are you playing, Drummer?"

Brad's tone turned icy.

"Let's get one point straight, Colonel Hanno. You will be speaking with a Fleet Commander with the rank of Admiral. Should you need to be reminded, Planet Pluto is a sovereign and independent nation, and you are a guest within our borders. Your choice of words is offensive. Do you read?"

A long pause.

"I read."

Chapter SEVENTEEN

Drummer reached for the mike.

"Colonel Hanno, this is Admiral Drummer." He winked at Brad.

"Colonel, my Government requires an inventory of Slingshot properties, materials and supplies in your depot and on the transports nearby. The information we develop from this one-time inventory will be used to compute UIPS taxes while the depot and transports are in Plutonian jurisdiction.

My fleet is escorting the inventory specialists.

Please arrange for them to board your Depot and the transports on both sides of your force field, so that they can get to their work."

"I have not received instructions from my Government concerning the inventory or the taxes to which you refer."

"That is between you and your Government. I am here at the express order of President Narval to see that the inventory is conducted. May I count on your cooperation?"

"If I decline, what then?"

"Blockade, for starters."

"The UIPS will not permit your interference with our operations."

"Is that the formal response of your Government to my request?"

A short pause. "No."

"Then I suggest you dispense with posturing and arrange to receive the inventory crews. Please instruct all Masters of transports and other s.h.i.+ps doing business with your depot to cooperate with our agents."

Another voice cut in, heavy with anger.

"No G.o.dd.a.m.ned shakedown artists are coming aboard my s.h.i.+p."

Brad motioned Drummer to give him the mike, indicating by his facial expression that the intruder did not deserve a direct response from Drummer's level.

"This is Commander Curtin," Brad said with low-toned authority, "Executive to Admiral Drummer. Who speaks?"

He winked at Drummer, who leaned back in his chair, grinning.

"Lieutenant Bura, commanding the transport Sandbox. I repeat: keep your d.a.m.n squeeze clerks away from my s.h.i.+p, regardless how legitimate you claim your purpose to be."

"You're in no position to refuse," Brad shot back.

"You're in Plutonian territory, and we have every right to employ police or military powers to enforce our jurisdiction. You will cooperate in this inventory, peacefully, if possible; under force, if necessary."

"You'll have to fight your way on to my s.h.i.+p."

Bura's voice was harsh, angry. "Be advised we are armed and prepared to repel unauthorized boarders.

I take your demands to be attempted extortion, and a clear threat to the safety of my s.h.i.+p, crew and cargo. That, at the least, is piracy in my book, and I am within my authority to use force to keep pirates off my s.h.i.+p. Now, chew on that."

"Lieutenant Bura." Brad's voice was s.p.a.ce-cold.

"You now insult the Plutonian Government by accusing it of piracy. Your att.i.tude gives us good reason to question the purpose of your presence in our territory. By your words, you command an armed vessel. Now you dare to threaten legitimate representatives of a sovereign nation with your guns. We have no choice but to conclude you are a danger to our s.h.i.+ps and to our people."

"Ridiculous. I am merely protecting the safety and integrity of my s.h.i.+p."

"So you say. Nevertheless, you have threatened to use force against our exercise of legitimate rights. Tell me, Bura, is your s.h.i.+p really a commercial cargo transporter or is it a UIPS wars.h.i.+p with a military mission inside our legal jurisdiction?"

"What in h.e.l.l are you trying to do, whoever you are? My s.h.i.+p is a transporter of cargo, and you know that d.a.m.ned well."

"I know no such thing. All I know is that you claim to be armed and say you will use your weapons against us. I repeat: are you on a military mission?"

"No, d.a.m.n it, I am not."

"I don't believe you."

"That's your problem."

"Not at all, my man, it's yours. You insult and then threaten harm to us." Brad grinned at Drummer, who was watching him with an appraising expression.

"Our fire control system has you marked and our guns are trained on your s.h.i.+p. How does that strike you?"