fronds, foaming in the waves.
The rest of the hunt turned on its own dead, spreading blood and torn flesh across the fan of light. Abruptly, kelp stalks as thick as a man's waist lifted from the sea, whipped the gore to a foam and drove the dashers from their feed.
Nakano drew back and secured the hatch. "You see that?" he asked.
No one answered. They had all seen it.
"We will submerge," Bushka said. "We will go in with the foil underwater. Nakano will be visible. The rest of us will appear to be captives until the last blink."
Brett released Scudi's hand and crossed to confront Bushka. "I'll not have Scudi used as bait!"
Bushka made a grab for his lasgun but Brett caught the man's wrist. Young muscles, made powerful by months of hauling nets, flexed once, twisted Bushka's wrist and the lasgun dropped to the deck. Brett kicked it toward Twisp, who picked it up and hefted it.
Bushka eyed the weapons he had left near the passage entrance.
"You'd never make it," Twisp said. "So relax." He held the lasgun casually, muzzle pointed downward, but his manner suggested poised readiness.
"So what do we do now?" Ale asked.
"We could run for the Launch Base and alert everyone to what's happening," Panille said.
"You'd start a civil war among Mermen and the Islanders would be drawn into it," Bushka protested. He rubbed at his wrist where Brett had twisted it.
"There's something else," Scudi said. She glanced at Brett, then at Twisp. "Chief Justice Keel is being held prisoner here by Gallow."
"In Ship's name, how do you know that?" Twisp demanded.
"The kelp says it," Scudi said.
"It showed me a vision of Keel in captivity," Brett said.
"Vision!" Twisp said.
"The only important thing is to kill Gallow," Bushka muttered.
Twisp looked at Kareen Ale. "The only reason we went back to the cargo bay was to ask you for advice," he said. "What does the ambassador suggest?"
"Use the kelp," she said. "Take the foil down to the inner edge of the kelp in sight of the outpost ... and we wait. Let them see Scudi and me. That should tempt Gallow to come out. And yes, Justice Keel is there. I've seen him."
"I say we run for Vashon," Brett said.
"Let me remind you," Ale said, "that the hyb tanks will be brought down here. The pickup team is at this outpost."
"And they're either Gallow's people or Gallow's captives," Twisp sneered. "Any way you look at it, the hyb tanks are his."
Ale glanced at the chrono beside the control panel. "If all goes well, the tanks could be here in a little more than eight hours."
"With seven of us aboard, we couldn't stay down eight hours," Panille said.
Bushka began to giggle, startling them. "Empty argument," he said. "Empty words. The kelp won't permit us to leave until we do its bidding. It's kill Gallow or nothing."
Nakano was the first to break the subsequent silence. "Then we'd better get busy," he said. "Personally, I like the ambassador's plan but I think we also should send in a scout party."
"And you're volunteering?" Twisp asked.
"If you have a better idea, let's hear it," Nakano said. He returned to the cabin's rear bulkhead and opened a supply locker, exposing fins, air tanks, breathers and dive suits.
"You saw the kelp crush that sub," Brett reminded Twisp. "And you saw what happened with the dashers."
"Then I'm the one who goes in," Twisp said. "They don't know me. I'll carry our message so they get it real clear."
'Twisp, no!" Brett protested.
"Yes!" Twisp glanced at the others, focusing on each face for a blink, then: "With the exception of the ambassador there, who can't go in for obvious reasons - they want her, for Ship's sake! But except for her, I'm the obvious one. I'll take Nakano with me." Twisp sent a dasher grin at Nakano, who looked both surprised and pleased.
"Why you?" Brett asked. "I could -"
"You could get yourself in eelshit for no good reason. You've never dealt with people who want to get the best of you, kid. You've never had to drive the best bargain you could for your fish. I know how to deal with such people."
"Gallow is no fish dealer," Bushka said.
"It's still bargaining for your life and everything you want," Twisp said. "The kid stays here with Panille. They keep an eye on you, Bushka, to see you don't do something crazy. Me, I'm going to tell this Gallow just what he gets - so much and no more!"
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