Alien Assassin (6 page)

So these are Humans
, he thought.
An arrogant, disrespectful race of barbarians...

The recording ended when everyone in the room left to board the Counselor’s shuttle to the Klin ship. Yan’wal then pressed another button and an image of the Counselor’s shuttlecraft appeared.

“It’s been our belief up until now that everyone aboard the Klin ship perished in the explosion, including these two Humans.” The Overlord turned his attention from the monitor and faced Giodol. “Is this your belief as well, after your months of investigating the incident?”

“Yes, My Lord,” Giodol replied evenly. “The last shuttle to arrive was carrying the technicians who brought the computer core to the ship. However, there was the transmission from the Klin ship indicating that our forces were under attack, and that the Overlord had been taken hostage. I received this information well after the Overlord’s last transmission.”

Yan’wal nodded. “I have more information regarding that attack,” he stated bluntly. “From long-range sensors on the third moon of Melfora Lum, we have recently learned that at least one shuttle departed from the Klin ship just moments before the explosion.”

Giodol was shocked. He wanted to react more emphatically to the news, but held back out of deference to the Senior Overlord’s position. “Why have I not learned of this before, My Lord? Who was aboard the shuttle?”

“The shuttle was of a Silean configuration, and was reported as part of a pirate attack that occurred over four years ago in The Void. As to why you were not informed of this, shortly after the incident, the Authority had all information regarding the Klin ship diverted to Juir until an assessment could be made as to its significance.”

Giodol was not surprised. “So pirates attacked the Klin ship, and then departed just before it exploded? Why would they risk the attack?”

“That is why I wanted to speak with you in private,” Yan’wal said. “The Fringe Pirates attacked the ship initially, and now we learn they came to the Juirean stronghold of Melfora Lum and blatantly attacked a Klin starship.”

“They know!”
Giodol declared. “They know it was Klin!”

“That was the Council’s conclusion as well,” said Yan’wal. “And if they knew they were attacking a Klin ship in the first place, then they must have some knowledge as to their movements within the Sector.”

Giodol shook his head. “My Lord, I personally interviewed two of the three pirate captains who attacked that ship. Oplim had tasked me with recovering the missing computer core, believing the pirates had it. I was convinced that they did not, nor did they know of the significance of the ship.”

“The
captains
may not have known, but their
leader
may have.”

“I know the name of the pirate leader,” Giodol said enthusiastically. “It’s Riyad Tarazi. His reputation is well-known within the criminal elements of The Fringe.”

Yan’wal was silent for a moment as he thought. Then he asked, “Do you know the race of this creature?”

“No, My Lord, only that his pirates fear him, as I’m sure any leader of a band of renegades must elicit.”

“Lord Giodol, I need you to find this pirate leader. I have reason to believe that he is one of the Humans who was aboard the Klin ship.”

“That would make sense,” Giodol agreed. “Why else would the pirates risk an attack on the Klin ship right off of Melfora Lum?”

“And there’s one more thing,” Yan’wal said, turning his attention to the image of the shuttlecraft on the large monitor. “This was Counselor Deslor’s shuttle. It was presumed to be destroyed in the explosion.” He paused again for effect before continuing. “The transponder for this particular shuttle was activated as little as two days ago.”

Again, Giodol was shocked into a momentary silence. Then recovering, he asked, “Where, My Lord?”

“A planet called Hildoria.”

“That would mean someone
else
escaped in the shuttle before the explosion.” The implications were streaming through Giodol’s head. The voice of the Overlord broke through his thoughts.

“I also want you, through your most trusted agents, to track this shuttle and find out who is operating it. Obviously, no Juireans are in possession of the shuttle. My suspicions are that
both
of these Humans somehow escaped from the Klin ship, and that they may have even been responsible for its destruction.”

“With a nuclear device?”

“That is what I want you to find out. The pirates and this missing shuttle are our two most-direct leads to the Klin at this time.” Yan’wal then looked hard into Giodol’s eyes. “Only you, my Counselor, the Council and I know all the details of the last transmission by Overlord Oplim. Only we know of the Humans. Until we assess this new threat, it will remain so.”

There was no doubt in Giodol’s mind that the Overlord was serious.

Giodol was provided a luxurious stateroom aboard the
UN-444
; it was actually more opulent than his Sector Overlord quarters on Melfora Lum. Once he was settled in, he set about devising a game plan for assisting the Senior Overlord to find the Klin. This could be an incredible opportunity for him to prove himself worthy of the trust the Senior Overlord had expressed in him.

One of the trails he had only superficially followed during his initial investigation was the connection between the mystery Klin ship and the planet Nimor. He knew the ship had been brought to Melfora Lum from Nimor, and backtracking from there, he had been able to piece together a rough history of the ship over the six days or so from its initial discovery until its destruction.

When Giodol had invaded the pirate base on K’ly, he had learned that the ship had been originally attacked by the Fringe Pirates. After that, the picture became rather murky. For some unknown reason, the pirates abandoned the kill before having a chance to fully strip it of its valuables.
 
Then the ship had been brought to Nimor as a salvage. And it was from here that the records had been erased from the Library.

Overlord Oplim had sent him on a mission to find the missing computer core from the ship, which Giodol now knew contained the location of the Klin’s ultimate destination. But how did the Overlord know the core was missing in the first place? Giodol was so frustrated with the actions of Oplim and his Senior Counselor. They had erased vital information that would have made his job so much easier.

Once the ship was at Nimor, the initial salvage survey would have noted the missing computer core. That was probably when Oplim had sent Giodol after the pirates to recover it.

But the pirates never had it. That left only the salvagers as the likely thieves. Could they have activated the core and learned of the Klin’s location?

Giodol suddenly became very excited. Oplim had eventually recovered the core – and he didn’t get it from the pirates. It had to have come from the salvagers.

So who were these scavengers, these beings who could not only scare away a contingent of Fringe Pirates, but also manage to get their hands on the most valuable computer core in the galaxy?

Giodol was determined to find out.

With already having an agent in mind to track down the Counselor’s shuttle, Giodol checked his list for another agent he could trust to follow up on the Nimor lead.

One stood out from the rest. But he hesitated. This agent was undercover, a Nimorian himself, who had been feeding intelligence to the Juireans for many years. By giving him this assignment, Giodol would be instructing the being to reveal himself as an agent for the Juireans. It would destroy his value to him, not to mention his continued existence on Nimor.

Giodol would probably have to offer the agent a severance package of some sort to gain his cooperation, and something far away from his home planet. That could be arranged. If these scavengers did indeed have information regarding the location of the Klin, then the price would be well worth it.

Giodol wrote out the orders, and then sent the secure transmission to Nimor. All he had to do now was wait to see what his agent discovered…
 

Chapter Five

Adam sat askew in the pilot’s seat of the
Cassie-1
and watched as the planet Castor grew in size until it nearly filled the entire viewport. He’d seen some glorious planets before, many looking as if they’d come straight out of the CGI computers at Industrial Light and Magic – George Lucas’ company – and destined for an IMAX screen somewhere. These were magical worlds, full of vibrant, vivid colors and inviting blue oceans.

Castor wasn’t one of them.

In fact, it was a hellish-looking place, nearly all brown and dusty, with only a thin band of green around the equator, along with three small patches of brackish ocean.

But people didn’t come to Castor for the scenery. They came for the treasures
under
the surface.

Castor was the mining capital of The Fringe, so rich in iron, bauxite, sulfur and other metals and minerals that for thousands of years, long before the Juireans arrived, the natives of Castor had literally scraped their planet clean to get at them. With the surface now so dry, dusty and light in oxygen, making breathing virtually impossible without a respirator and O2-assist, the natives had turned their obsession into their salvation. Their entire civilization had moved underground, now occupying the labyrinth of tunnels cut through solid rock over the centuries in search of their precious resources. Vast cities, with populations numbering in the hundreds of thousands, now thrived in these tunnels, and in the massive central chambers bore out to accommodate the every-growing population.

Indeed, Castor was growing – and prospering. There were not many commodities that The Fringe supplied to the Expansion. The mines of Castor provided about the only money-making export in the entire Sector.

And with a dense population and prosperous economy came the criminal element.

Seton Amick was one of a dozen high-level crime lords who catered to the vices of the Castorian population, and indeed, the entire Fringe. He dealt in anything illegal, from drugs to technology. And with the loose monopoly on the latter imposed by the Juireans, bootleg technology was one of Amick’s biggest profit centers.

So when an upstart from Hildoria – the late Kunnlar Bundnet – had infringed on some of Amick’s territory with the sale of wave transmitters and linking devices, Amick had sent Adam out to make a statement. That was what Adam was good at – making statements. Amick employed several other, more stealthy assassins. But when he wanted to punctuate the hit with a message, he sent Adam.

Adam hadn’t intended on leveling Bundnet’s compound; he just wanted to get in and out without much fanfare and collect his fee. But more often than not, Adam’s hits turned into massive firefights with high body counts. He had been trained as a Navy SEAL, and their entire motto called for deadly stealth, not flashy and excessive overkill. However, it always seemed to work out that way…

Maybe he was just getting lazy, Adam thought. Since being set loose in this new existence of his, Adam had yet to meet anything even approaching his equal in strength, coordination or cunning. So with such a lack of competition, he was growing complacent, and he had to admit, a little bored. Killing aliens for a living at first seemed like the perfect occupation for him. But now, he wasn’t so sure.