The Universe - or Nothing Part 47

Drummer s.n.a.t.c.hed up Hyk's weapon as he followed Adari who raced out of the bridge compartment.

Brad motioned Drummer to join Adari.

Brad followed and pulled the door closed behind him. He drew his sidearm, narrowed the beam to its minimum and its power to maximum. He directed the beam into the s.p.a.ce between the door and the frame.

Within seconds the door had fused shut. The Dragon's bridge, at least for the moment, was isolated.

Hodak crouched behind a ma.s.sive generator at the bend of an L-shaped corridor. The rapid-fire beam rifle in his hands was energized and safety off.

The pa.s.sageway had a single entry to the bay in which Scarf and his troops were quartered. Hodak had a free field of fire. He did not expect a long wait.

Drummer's appeal to the fleet commanders cut into the talk and laughter rolling down the corridor.

Drummer's opening words brought complete silence.

Long before it ended Hodak heard shouts and curses from the bay. Scarf's heavy voice rose above the clamor, giving orders. Hodak drew breath, raised and leveled the weapon. He hoped Scarf would come out first; that would simplify his job.

Scarf did not. Instead, armed troops spilled from the bay, crowding the pa.s.sageway. Scarf followed, his coa.r.s.e features congested.

"There's five of 'em, plus Drummer," he shouted.

"Search the s.h.i.+p. You know who they are. Shoot 'em on sight. I want them dead."

Hodak tried to draw a bead on Scarf but troopers blocked the line of fire. Several started in his direction. He cut a swath through them, searching for Scarf.

The first streaks of concentrated energy wrought havoc in the forward ranks. The stench of burning flesh came at him with a rush, and the corridor reverberated with howls and screeches of agony.

Unaware of what they were up against, the troops milled about in confusion. They clawed at each other in panic to get back into the bay and out of the line of fire. Scarf was somewhere in the struggle.

The tiny receiver in Hodak's ear came alive.

"Sentinels. Flight deck. Now."

Hodak directed a final lengthy barrage of rifle bursts at the entry. Molten metal and sparks bounced off the frames in all directions, followed by screams and shrieks from inside the compartment.

"Unfinished business," Hodak muttered as he turned and raced off.

Chapter FORTY-TWO

The watch was changing on the flight deck. Up ahead Brad saw three guards and two technicians entering to take their posts; moments later an equal number came out and disappeared down a companionway.

s.h.i.+p's crew strolled the pa.s.sageways and on business in and out of maintenance shops, or engrossed in discussions with companions about Drummer's appeal.

Few noticed Brad or his companions; those who did gave them a pa.s.sing glance and moved on.

The s.h.i.+p was preparing for action, and armed, suited-up crews were to be expected.

Brad signaled a pause. Adari, in flight gear as the others were, joined them and stood with k.u.miko laughing and talking through open visi-plates.

Hodak, against a bulkhead, held a maintenance manual, slowly flipping pages, apparently reading.

Brad and Drummer moved short distances along the corridor, seemingly in thoughtful conversation.

The scene reflected routine.

The traffic thinned momentarily. Brad looked quickly along the corridor and motioned. They converged toward the companionway leading to the flight deck.

Brad entered first, followed by Hodak, Adari, Drummer and k.u.miko. Inside, k.u.miko swung the hatch shut and dogged it.

Myra, pressed into a corner against the far bulkhead by the Chief of the Flight Deck, smiled up at him, eyes wide. Big and chunky, he talked fast, trying to convince her of something that he obviously believed was good for both of them.

Seeing Brad appear at the head of the companionway, Myra pushed the hulk away with one hand and drew her weapon with the other. Before he knew what was happening, the fleshy man with the high hopes was flat on the deck, out of it.

Stooping and pointing, Myra circled toward Brad.

"Two, there, rifles." In another direction. "One, on the catwalk, rifle." Over her shoulder. "Two in the control room, sidearms, but they may have rifles stashed close by. Fighters on the cats, ready to go but still on control room switches."

Brad snapped out orders.

"Hodak and k.u.miko, control room. Switch the fighters to self-launch. Adari, the guy on the catwalk. Myra and Drummer, suit up and into the first s.h.i.+p."

Hodak and k.u.miko charged into the control room before Brad finished speaking. Red and orange flashes and a clatter erupted through the doorway, followed by silence. Hodak and k.u.miko tore out, bent low, splitting to right and left. They carried rifles raised into firing position.

Adari, eyes and gun elevated, skirted the fighters.

"What the h.e.l.l's goin' on down there?" The shout came from a guard on a balcony above. "Who're you guys?"

That's all it took. Shots followed each other closely. The guard fell slowly in the s.h.i.+p's light pseudo-gravity.

Hodak ran to join Brad. k.u.miko headed for the fighters to switch the catapults' activators to internal controls, arm and charge the guns, and insert into each s.h.i.+p's computer the capsules Adari had pa.s.sed to her.

A guard darted by Brad and took cover behind a line of ma.s.sive consoles. A succession of rifle blasts cracked through the air close above Brad.

Crouching, he raised his weapon and fired. The guards would be difficult to get at.

"Down, Brad, flat."

Hodak's hoa.r.s.e whisper carried from two meters behind Brad. As he ducked a soft swis.h.i.+ng sound sliced above his head. Glints of light sparkled from a curved, s.h.i.+ny object. Seconds later, the boomerang returned, wetly red.

"Go, Brad."

Hodak wiped and collapsed the boomerang and slipped it into a sheath along the thigh of his s.p.a.ce suit.

Motioning Hodak forward to climb into the nearest fighter, Brad followed. The others, already in place, were racing through their checklists.

Brad began his preflight as he switched his comm to 'on'.

"Myra, Drummer, do you read?"

"Loud and clear."

"Adari-k.u.miko?"

"Right."