for work," he said. "We've got a good ship. More importantly, we have a sneaky ship. It's fast. We can run without a transponder if we need to. Lots of people will need things moved from place to place with a war on. Gives us something to do while we wait for Fred's trial, and a way to put money in our pockets so we can get off the dole. And, as we fly from place to place, we can keep our ears and eyes open. Never know what we'll find. And seriously, how long can you three stand to be station rats?"
There was a moment's silence.
"I could station rat for another... week?" Amos said.
"It ain't a bad idea, Cap," Alex said with a nod.
"It's your decision, Captain," Naomi said. "I'll stick with you, and I like the idea of getting my own money again. But I hope you're not in a hurry. I could really use a few more days off."
Holden clapped his hands and jumped to his feet.
"Nope," he said. "Having a plan makes all the difference. Downtime's easier to enjoy when I know it'll end."
Alex and Amos got up together and headed for the door. Alex had won a few dollars playing darts, and now he and Amos were in the process of turning it into even more money at the card tables.
"Don't wait up, Boss," Amos said to Naomi. "I'm feeling lucky today."
They left, and Holden went to the small kitchen nook to make coffee. Naomi followed him in.
"One other thing," she said.
Holden tore open the sealed coffee packet, the strong odor filling the room.
"Shoot," he said.
"Fred is taking care of all the arrangements for Kelly's body. He'll hold it here in state until we go public with our survival. Then he'll ship it back to Mars."
Holden filled the coffeemaker with water from the tap and started the machine. It made soft gurgling sounds.
"Good. Lieutenant Kelly deserves all the respect and dignity we can give him."
"It got me thinking about that data cube he had. I haven't been able to hack it. It's some kind of military 眉ber-encryption that makes my head hurt. So... "
"Just say it," Holden said with a frown.
"I want to give it to Fred. I know it's a risk. We have no idea what's on it, and for all his charm and hospitality, Fred's still OPA. But he was also high-ranking UN military. And he's got a serious brain trust here on the station. He might be able to open it up."
Holden thought for a moment, then nodded.
"Okay, let me sit with that. I want to know what Yao was trying to get off the ship, but - "
"Yeah."
They shared a companionable silence as the coffee brewed. When it was finished, Holden poured two mugs and handed one to Naomi.
"Captain," she said, then paused. "Jim. I've been a pain-in-the-ass XO so far. I've been stressed out and scared shitless about eighty percent of the time."
"You do an amazing job of hiding that fact," Holden replied.
Naomi nodded the compliment away.
"Anyway, I've been pushy about some things that I probably shouldn't have been."
"Not a big deal."
"Okay, let me finish," she said. "I want you to know I think you've done a great job of keeping us alive. You keep us focused on the problems we can solve instead of feeling sorry for ourselves. You keep everyone in orbit around you. Not everyone can do that, I couldn't do it, and we've needed that stability."
Holden felt a glow of pride. He hadn't expected it, and he didn't trust it, but it felt good all the same.
"Thank you," Holden said.
"I can't speak for Amos and Alex, but I plan to stick it out. You're not just the captain because McDowell is dead. You're our captain, as far as I'm concerned. Just so you know."
She looked down, blushing as if she'd just confessed something. Maybe she had.
"I'll try not to blow it," he said.
"I'd appreciate that, sir."
Fred Johnson's office was like its occupant: big, intimidating, and overflowing with things that needed to be done. The room was easily two and a half square meteres, making it larger than any single compartment on the Rocinante. His desk was made of actual wood, looked at least a hundred years old, and smelled of lemon oil. Holden sat in a chair that was just a little lower than Fred's, and looked at the mounds of file folders and papers covering every flat surface.
Fred had sent for him and then spent