that was a partial hack. This time I was going to the front door. Then I heard, Acknowledge.
I sent: Active, hazardous retrieval in progress, bonded clients, go go go go.
The reply was Received and the shuttle’s bot pilot reported that the gunship had just rotated toward us.
As Ratthi extracted the projectile from my knee joint, I watched the sensors.
The gunship accelerated. I couldn’t tell if it was communicating with the GrayCris intercept or not. Then Shuttle’s sensors picked up the energy signature that meant the gunship was powering up primary weapons. Oh yeah, they were communicating all right.
Ratthi tried to use wound sealant to close the hole in my organic tissue, but it wouldn’t take because of the proximity of my inorganic joint. I was going to leak for a while. “Are you okay?” he asked, watching me worriedly.
Gurathin sat on the bench, frowning at me.
“Not really,” I said.
Sensors showed that the Palisade ship had changed course and slowed. The view wavered as the gunship snatched us in passing and began to curve away from the station. The shuttle shivered as the hull closed around us. I grabbed the bench and started to climb to my feet.
Ratthi said, “Careful, careful. You don’t want to reopen—Oh, it’s still bleeding, sorry—”
Still frowning, Gurathin said, “They can’t take you away from us. Dr. Mensah will not allow it.”
The lock was cycling and Mensah stamped back through the shuttle, barefoot and mad. She handed her energy weapon to Gurathin, who shoved it into the shuttle’s emergency kit.
As the hatch opened, Mensah pushed forward in front of me.
Standing in the opening was a figure in a powered suit. It was an augmented human, not a SecUnit, but the gun was big enough.
Mensah planted her hands on either side of the hatch, making it clear they would have to come through her to get inside. “We are bonded clients, and this is my personal security consultant. Is there a problem?”
A crew member peered out from behind the suit and said, “Dr. Mensah, SecUnits are not allowed aboard armed transports, unless there are special circumstances. It’s … too dangerous.”
Mensah said, “These are special circumstances.” Her voice was icy.
Nobody moved. The ship’s secured feed activity went frantic for seven minutes that felt like thirty. (And the way I experience time, that’s a lot.) (Yes, I started some media in background.) The gunship’s bot pilot pinged me curiously. Active SecUnits are never carried on gunships because they’re right, it’s too dangerous; we’re shipped on unarmed transports as cargo. The bot pilot had communicated with SecUnits over the feed on missions, but it had never had one aboard before.
Then the comm activated and a voice said, “Dr. Mensah, this is the ship’s combat supervisor. I’ve been asked to secure a bond to guarantee safety aboard this ship.”
Ratthi objected, “What? We already have a bond.”
The comm clarified, “This bond is required when bringing an unsecured deadly weapon aboard an armed company transport.”
Yes, that’s me they’re talking about. It would have been more funny if I hadn’t been leaking onto the deck.
Pin-Lee’s voice was somewhere between furious and incredulous. “Are they serious? Right, never mind, that was a stupid question, of course they’re serious.” She turned as Gurathin handed her their bag. She muttered, “How much do these fuckers want now?”
She was right, they were fuckers. Not that I hadn’t known that before, but it was just harder to take now. I tapped my private feed connection to Mensah and said, I can take over this ship.
Mensah replied, No, there’s no need, we can pay them.
We shouldn’t have to. We don’t have to . The bot pilot was curious and friendly, but it was no ART, it couldn’t stop me. I could take over the ship’s SecSystem before this human with the temptingly large familiar projectile weapon could blink. I could get that weapon before that human could blink. I wanted to do it, and it bled through into the feed.
Mensah turned, gripped the collar of my jacket with both hands, and said, “No.”
Everyone got quiet. Ratthi and Gurathin, Pin-Lee still fishing in the bag for hard currency cards, the crew outside the hatch, the voice on the comm. I suddenly needed to see Mensah’s face and I dropped the shuttleSec camera views and looked down at her.
She looked mad and exhausted, which was exactly the way I felt. I sent, You have no idea what I am.
She tilted her head and looked more mad. I know exactly what you are. You’re