know, Red. It doesn't seem right just to leave it."
"You're right about that," Badger said. "But now's not the time to do anything about it. You go walking out of here with that machete, they'll put you down fast and ask questions later."
"Aren't we going to do anything?"
"Sure we are. But not now."
"When, then?"
"Look," Badger said, "don't push it with me. I know you're sad over Johnny. You'll get over it soon and find someone else. As for what we're going to do, we're going to wait and see how things develop. When we make a move - if we do - they won't be expecting it Is that fair enough?"
"Yeah," Min said. "I guess it is. You got any drugs on you, Red?"
"Walter here takes care of my supply. What have you got, Glint?"
Glint had a first rate stock of assorted chemicals. He was the crew's supplier and he always had plenty to sell.
"Try this one," he said, taking a pillbox out of his spacebag and shaking out two into his hand. "This'll make you forget Johnny ever existed. If you like them, I'll make you a good price for a hundred. But these two are on the house."
"Thanks, Walter," she said.
"Hey, what are friends for?" said Walter Glint.
28
Gill sat at the control board, his fingers playing sensitively over the buttons. A telltale above his head gave a readout on orbit and showed a digital display of gravity vectors. Another telltale showed electromagnetic activity. AR 32, the planet itself, had come up rapidly and now filled most of another larger screen.
The planet was colored a dusty yellow and gray, with occasional black and purple markings indicating barren mountain ranges. Large livid splotches showed dead seabeds. A faint shadow darkened the upper right hand corner of the screen; it was cast by Ingo, second largest moon of AR 32, made of nearly seventy percent telluric iron.
While Gill set up the orbiting procedure, Captain Hoban slid into a control chair beside him and ran up a readout on electrical and solar phenomena on the planet's surface. His sad face creased into a puzzled frown.
"I'm getting some strange signals," he told Stan.
"Where are they coming from?"
"That's what's strange. I can't get a fix. They keep on shifting."
"Can you derive any information as to their production?" Stan asked.
"Beg pardon, sir?"
"Is someone making these signals, or are they natural phenomena?"
"At this stage I can't tell," Hoban said. "We have no definite data on any other ships in the area."
"There's a lot of solar debris around, though," Stan said. "No telling yet what it might be."
Gill punched up another set of numbers. "The weather down there on the surface is even worse than you expected, Dr. Myakovsky."
Julie came into the control room. She had already changed into a plasteel landing outfit The cobalt blue plastic form fitting clothing with its orange flashes looked stunning on her. Stan's heart was in his mouth as he watched her.
"Are we ready to go down?" Julie asked.
Captain Hoban said, "I wouldn't recommend it, Miss Lish. The surface phenomena are worse than we were led to believe. Perhaps if we give the weather time to settle down a little ..."
Julie shook her head impatiently. There's no time for that. If our worst peril is from the weather, Captain, we're doing very well indeed!"
"I suppose that's true," Hoban said. He turned to Gill. "Are you ready to accompany the party, Gill?"
"I am, of course, ready," the synthetic man said. "I have taken the liberty of asking for volunteers for this. There are five of them, and they are waiting for your orders."
He stood up from the control panel. He was tall, and even with his mismatched features, he was good looking. If he had been a true man, you would have said there was something haunted about his expression. Since he was only a synthetic, you had to figure there'd been something amiss with his facial mold.
"Captain Hoban," said Stan, "can you show us our target in more detail?"
Hoban nodded and fine tuned the controls. AR 32's surface sprang up into high magnification. Fractal mapped shapes blew up in size and complexity. Hoban adjusted the magnification again. A tiny dot on the landscape grew quickly, until, at extreme magnification, it turned into a low dark earthen dome that rose up from the fiat plain, showing up well against the rugged landscape.
"That's the hive," Hoban said. "Not easy to miss it. It's the biggest thing in this part of the planet."
"Looks pretty