Escape From Zulaire (33 page)

Tom lifted her off her feet. Andi’s vision went to a pinpoint, then black. The world faded away.

***

When she came to, she was half-reclining, leaning on the black, striated rock of the Knives. A lumpy pack cushioned her head, and Tom sat next to her, holding her hand and calling her name softly. His eyes were damp with emotion. Andi reached up to touch his cheek. “Hey, it’s all right, I’m okay.”

Crushing her to him, Tom kissed her long and hard.

 
Safe in his arms, she looked around. “What happened? Was I really out there on the road?”

“
Mitch.
” He summoned the sergeant and the ever-necessary medkit. He turned back to Andi. “Yes, you were out on the goddamn road.” Swallowing hard, he hugged her. “I lost ten years off my life when you strolled past us out into the field of fire. We scrambled to make a protective cordon around you, tried to keep the rebels from killing you. You really spooked them, and a lot of them ran. There was some kind of green aura or glow around you, like a force field. Then when you got up on the transportway and confronted the Betang—”

“It
is
dead?” Feeling free of the insidious pressure, she knew the answer even as he was speaking.

“Oh, yeah. I don’t know what you did to it, but the body looks like it was worked over with blunt instruments and knives.” Rubbing the back of his head, Tom gave a little whistle. “I mean, I was standing there while you did it, and I can’t explain what happened. You never actually touched it.”

“The urabu saved me.” Andi stroked her fingers over the ancient symbols on the rock face next to her. “They killed the Betang for me.”

Tom stared at her for a long minute. “Well,
I
don’t have any better explanation. When the rebels saw what the Betang really was, and realized you’d killed it, they fucking
ran.
Just threw down their weapons and took to their heels.”
 

Now Mitch knelt next to her, reaching for her wrist, taking her pulse. Easing back against the pack, Andi felt all her aches and pains and suppressed a small moan. Next minute she looked around in alarm as a new sound arose overhead. “What’s that noise?”
Please, don’t tell me the rebels have air support now.

“We’ve got guardian angels above us.” A big grin on his face, Tom pointed to the sky.

Two Sectors Aerial Support Craft hovered above the Knives, and a third was taking up position over the burned-out trucks on the transportway. Andi watched heavily armed commandos slide from each ASC, floating down on their anti-grav boots.

Walking over from their pitiful line of defense, Rahuna held out the borrowed blaster. “Allow me to return this, Captain. Thankfully, I didn’t have occasion to use it.”
 

“Lysanda and Sadu are okay?” Andi tried to peer around the cleric to check on her charges personally, but Tom was in her way.

Rahuna bowed. “Thanks to you and to Sanenre, yes. I saw His green glow around you as you went to the enemy. You were in His Grace, child.”

Checking the safety, Tom holstered the weapon. “It was close, let me tell you.”

“Captain Deverane?” yelled one of the commandos who had just arrived, as his fellows dispersed themselves along the defensive line. Weapon at the ready, the man stared around.

“Here.” Tom held up his arm, clenched his fist and waved as he shouted. “We’re sure happy to see you guys.”

The soldier ran up, saluted. “Lieutenant Andrews, sir. Glad to be of assistance. We’ve notified Command.
 
They’ll be sending an evac unit for the extraction.”

Crisply, Tom returned the salute. “There’s a dead Betang over there in the middle of the trucks.” Putting his hand on the lieutenant’s
 
shoulder, Tom forced him into a half turn away from his view of Andi, pointing across the plain toward the road. “Command will want to preserve the body for scientific analysis. You need to let them know what we’ve got for them.”

The young lieutenant had been eyeing Andi appreciatively, but now he went pale as his jaw dropped, and he rocked back on his heels. “A—a
Betang
, sir? Here on Zulaire? This Sector hasn’t been penetrated.”
 

“Yeah, this Sector is compromised now, trust me.” Reaching out, Tom snagged the canteen hanging on the other man’s belt, handing the cool container off to Andi. “Here, you probably need some of this.” He smiled at her, his eyes softening, facial muscles relaxed.

She laughed at him.
You didn’t like him giving me the once-over, did you?
Running one hand through her hair to try to restore order to the wild curls as she raised the canteen to drink, Andi thoroughly enjoyed the moment.

As Andrews talked into his com, Tom and Mitch conferred next to her. Not paying too much attention, Andi listened with half an ear, more interested in slaking her raging thirst with cold water from the canteen. After drinking deeply, she poured some of the water on her hand and swiped it over her face, drying off with the hem of her tunic.

Tom clapped the lieutenant on the shoulder. “Glad you guys showed up when you did.”

“Well, the way I heard it, when the shift changed the comlink operator mentioned how he’d gotten a crank call from someone claiming to be you, sir. The watch commander is an old friend of yours, I guess? Anyway, the word is the Old Man went orbital because the contact hadn’t been reported. So next thing we know, the entire base is on alert, and we’re on a sortie to look for you. Appreciate you being so easy to find, sir,” Andrews said with a wry smile. “I had specific orders not to come back without you. Most action we’ve seen since we got to this planet.”

“You’ll be seeing a lot more action now that the Betang have infiltrated.” Tom’s face was grim. He turned back to Andi and Mitch. “She okay?”

“Your lady is good to go, sir.” The sergeant gave her one last inject and made a thumbs-up sign.

“Thank you.” Rubbing her arm, which felt like a pincushion peppered with small purple bruises, Andi leaned back, closing her eyes. No urabu appeared. She didn’t know if she’d ever see them again, in any form.
They brought me so much luck. Maybe their job is done.

The end of her ordeal drew closer by the minute.

I hope
…

Chapter Nine

Less than half an hour later, Andi watched as the giant evacuation ship came in for a landing in the open plain slightly to the east of the Knives. Tom straightened from where he’d been lounging against the cool black rocks, close to her. “Here we go. Things will move fast from here on out.”
 

An officer with armed escort headed across the dusty plain from the evac ship. Tom strode off to meet them, Mitch on his heels. Crisp salutes were exchanged, and the two officers fell into an animated conversation while the sergeant chimed in occasionally.

Returning to Andi and the others gathered by the Knives in what shade there was, Tom said. “We’re going to the civilian terminal at the spaceport. I’ve asked Captain Kenyatta over there to call ahead and make sure some of His Serene Holiness’ staff will be waiting. Lord Tonkiln will meet us there as well to collect his children.” He gave Andi a conspiratorial smile. “I told them you’d be coming to the base with us for medical attention, okay?”

“Fine with me,” she said. “This blaster sear really aches. I want that promised time in the rejuve resonator.”

“Sure thing. You’re entitled.” Tom beamed at her, his green eyes warm, then surveyed the three remaining members of his squad. “Get your gear, soldiers, and make tracks for the ship.”

“Yes, sir.” Mitch saluted. “Not all that much gear to get.” He winked at Andi. “Medkit’s about empty of anythin’ useful by now anyway.”

Tom just nodded. “Collect the packs and our personal weapons, Mitch. That’ll be fine. The troops from base can bring the other gear in. See you at the evac ship.”

 
“I must get something from the cargo hauler.” Rahuna slapped his forehead. “Andi, can you manage the child?”

“Of course,” she agreed wearily.

“Whatever you forgot may not be in good shape any longer,” Tom said to Rahuna’s retreating back. “The cargo hauler took an amazing amount of punishment during the firefight.”

Waving his left hand to indicate he’d heard, His Serene Holiness continued doggedly down the slight incline toward the battered vehicles.

“What do you suppose he left that’s worth retrieving?” Shading her eyes against the glare, Andi watched the cleric circle the truck, moving out of view.

“I don’t really care. It’s his problem. You’re
not
carrying Sadu.” Tom’s tone brooked no disagreement. “Not with that proximity wound. Abukawal, you carry the boy.”

Sadu was so worn out he didn’t seem to care anymore who hauled him around, as long as no one expected him to walk on his own power. With a big yawn, the toddler allowed the tall Shenti warrior to pick him up, Sadu leaning his head on the man’s broad shoulder.

Hoisting Andi effortlessly off the ground, Tom got her situated in his arms, trying to avoid bumping her wounds, before striding toward the evac ship. A loose cordon of heavily armed Sectors troops fell in around them as an escort. Their ride sat poised for takeoff, engines humming at a subtle pitch. She kept glancing over her shoulder at the scene of their dramatic last stand.
 

Staggering as Tom set her down at the base of the on-ramp, Andi was grateful when he and Mitch reached to steady her.

“Watch your step, ma’am.”
 
The sergeant’s familiar drawl penetrated her fog of exhaustion and pain.

Once inside the ship, she sank into a cushioned seat near the front of the large craft. Leaning her head back, she closed her eyes, more tired than she’d ever been. Andi couldn’t even summon the energy to make sure that Lysanda and Sadu were safely aboard, or that Rahuna had found whatever he was after in the cargo hauler. When she heard someone slide into the seat next to her, she opened her eyes reluctantly.
 

Flattering concern reflected in his face, Tom studied her, reaching across to take her hand. “You okay? Should I ask Mitch to give you something else?”

Andi rolled her head side to side against the seat back.
I don’t care if I never have another inject as long as I live.
“I’m tired. Nothing more serious.” Her voice sounded weak and whispery even to herself. Clearing her throat, she tried to exhibit some interest in what was going on. “Any reason why I shouldn’t take a nap?”

“Go ahead, but flight time won’t be more than half an hour. Command is eager to get us back. A debrief is top priority, I’m sure.”

 
“Wake me when we land.” Keeping her fingers around his warm hand, Andi curled up and drifted off to sleep.

***

Tom shook her awake all too soon. “We’re at the spaceport. Come on, we need to join the others outside.”

“I’m going to sleep around the clock, starting sometime soon.” Standing up with effort and smoothing her dress over her hips, Andi sighed.
 

He led her toward the exit door. “I wanted you to rest as long as possible.” Holding her elbow gently, he escorted her down the off-ramp and away from the ship. The big craft lifted off again, straight up as before veering across the spaceport, heading for the Sectors base on the other side. The backwash from the takeoff blew Andi’s hair around her face, and she flattened her palms over it to keep the waving tendrils in some semblance of neatness.

“They’re waiting for us over there.” Tom nodded to where the rest of their party stood closer to the terminal.

As Andi got within a few paces of the group, a door opened in the side of the building and Planetary Lord and Chief of the Obati Tamir Tonkiln emerged, surrounded by guards and retainers, a Sectors general by his side. A bevy of priests in black religious habits followed at a discreet distance.

Sadu, recognizing his father in the vanguard of newcomers, struggled in Abukawal’s arms. The Shenti warrior managed to hold the squirming toddler a minute longer before setting him safely down on the pavement to make a wobbling run to his father. Reaching Lord Tonkiln, throwing himself the last half a yard and twining his short arms around the Obati’s neck, Sadu made it clear that things were right with his world now that he had his father close by.

Blinking back tears, Andi leaned into Tom.

The Planetary High Lord hugged Sadu so tightly that the boy squeaked. Tonkiln regarded Lysanda, still clinging timorously to Abukawal. She appeared torn between a desire to go to her father and a reluctance to release the warrior’s strong hand.

“Sanda?” Lord Tonkiln held out his free arm to her. The girl hid her face in Abukawal’s chest.
 
“Will someone please tell me what’s going on here?” The Planetary High Lord braced Sadu on one hip and scowled. “Why is my own daughter afraid of me?” He pointed at Abukawal. “Who is this?”

Quickly, Rahuna took Lysanda’s hand, escorting her and Abukawal to Tonkiln. “Your daughter has been through a tremendous ordeal, my lord, her life spared through miraculous intervention by Miss Markriss, Captain Deverane here, and his soldiers. The rescue party included this fine young Shenti man. May I present Abukawal, son and heir of the Shenti chief of the Western Ranges?”

Andi hid a smile.
Smooth one, Rahuna. You just forced Tonkiln to observe the customary civilities
in front of all these witnesses and recognize Abukawal’s rank and standing
.