The Ruins of Karzelek (The Mandrake Company series Book 4) (8 page)

Her mother sighed. “Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that. We’ll figure something out. The laws out here... are more flexible than in the core. If we find what you’re looking for, we might be able to buy your record clean.”

Kalish shook her head. “Does that make me any less of a criminal?”

“
We’ll figure it out.”

“
Great,” Kalish mumbled, so softly Sedge barely heard it.

Her back was still to him, her chin drooping to her chest. Was she crying? Sedge wished he could say something to make her feel better, but he had made the choice to feign sleep. If he said something now, she would be startled and perhaps self-conscious as she wondered if he had been listening the whole time. A dilemma.

A grunt came from outside, and someone tapped at the tent flap. “Ms. Blackwell?” Tick drawled. “Brought your equipment in. Might as well get your new command center all right and comfortable, eh? Can we come in?”

Kalish wiped her eyes and didn’t answer right away.

“
She might be naked,” came Striker’s voice in a whisper.

“
Why would she be naked?” Tick whispered back.

“
We got dirty last night. Girls like to bathe when they get dirty.”

“
It’s a shame you don’t have that same habit.”

“
I clean Betsy. That’s enough.”

Kalish walked to the flap and pulled it open. “Betsy?”

“
That’s his rifle,” Tick explained, walking in along with a draft of frigid air. He carried a couple of folding chairs, which he set up in front of the desk. “One of them, anyway. He’s got a small to middling-sized armory in his cabin.”

Striker ambled in after him, a portable heater in his arms. He looked Kalish up and down as he passed. “She’s not naked, Tick.”

“
Yes, I saw that.”

“
I’d gotten my hopes up there.”

“
No bathing facilities in the tent,” Kalish said.

Tick hit Striker in the arm, then bowed his head toward her. “My apologies for his rudeness, ma’am. We’ve been trying to train it out of him, but the captain refuses to use shot therapy, and I’m of the opinion that’s the only thing that might get through his skull.”

“
Shot
therapy?” Kalish asked.

“
Sure. He says something dumb, and you shoot him.”

Kalish chuckled. Sedge held back a frown.
He
had wanted to be the one to say something that might make her feel better. Tick beamed a smile at her, and this time, Sedge didn’t manage to tamp down his frown. He wasn’t flirting with her, was he? Sedge wasn’t good at judging whether other men were handsome, but Tick had an easy-going manner that usually won him female company when on shore leave, unlike Striker who, despite his claims to the contrary, didn’t seem to be able to lure a woman to go off alone with him unless he waved a few aurums around first.

Striker kicked the foot of the cot, jarring Sedge, and eliciting a fresh twinge of pain from his side. “You alive, Sniffles? Or did Tick stick the wrong needle into your arm?”

“
It was a medical injector,” Tick said, “and I’m certain I gave him the correct sedative.”

Sedge rubbed his eyes and yawned. He felt disingenuous for pretending Striker’s kick was what had woken him, but he didn’t think Kalish would appreciate his eavesdropping. “I’m alive. And that’s Lieutenant to you, Striker.”

Normally he didn’t bother attempting to enforce military courtesy with the mercenaries—especially with Striker—but he didn’t want the oaf calling him that stupid nickname in front of Kalish.

“
Lieutenant Sniffles,” Striker said. “Got it, sir.” He shared a wink with Tick.

Sedge sighed.

A chime came from behind his head. Someone had taken off his jacket and folded it for a pillow. He sat up and pulled it into his lap, waving at the comm-patch. “Lieutenant Thomlin.”

“
Mandrake,” came the captain’s gruff, terse voice.

Out of habit, Sedge climbed to his feet, as if the captain could see him. “Yes, sir?”

“
The Blackwell woman there? We have an assignment or not? Thatcher couldn’t give me an affirmative.”

Sedge looked toward Kalish and raised his eyebrows. “We’re in her tent, sir. Shall I have Ms. Blackwell contact you?”

“
Yes, I want to know if we’re hired. And if we’re
not
hired, I want to know why my shuttles are flying all over that planet, burning fuel.”

Sedge almost responded that they were searching for cave entrances, but remembered that he had supposedly been unconscious when Kalish had been talking with her mother about that. “Understood, sir.”

Kalish was watching him. Wondering if he had been awake for longer than he let on? He hoped not. He tugged off the comm-patch and offered it to her. “I left it open if you want to speak with the captain now.”

Kalish hesitated, then accepted it and walked to the desk. “Mandrake Company? This is Kalish Blackwell.”

A moment later, Viktor Mandrake’s head and broad shoulders appeared in the air above it, his green eyes hard, his face as stern as usual. Once or twice, Sedge had seen the captain amused, but he usually reserved those glimpses of humanity for the original men who had founded the company with him, most refugees from his destroyed home world. Sedge had only been with the outfit for a year, so he didn’t qualify. He found the captain fair, despite his gruffness, but he did grow wistful from time to time, wondering what it would be like to feel a part of the family.

“
Good evening, Captain,” Kalish said. “Though my information wasn’t as reliable as I had hoped, your men satisfactorily completed the first stage of this mission.”

Mandrake grunted. As always, he was a man of many words.

“
Your shuttles are looking for an entrance to the underground cavern system we need to enter. Once they succeed, we’ll be ready for you to help us with Stage Two.”

“
Which is?”

When Kalish had first contacted Mandrake Company, she had hinted of work that would keep the
Albatross
busy in space while an infiltration team worked on the planet. And she had spoken to her mother of an outright
attack
. Sedge leaned forward, eager for more details.

“
We need a one-week distraction. I’m hoping it will be more like a few days, but the caverns are immense, so I don’t want to be overly optimistic.” From the way she grimaced, Kalish might think even one week wouldn’t be enough.

“
A distraction,” Mandrake said, sounding about as enthused as if she had asked him to grind metal with his teeth.

“
I want the workers in that compound too pinned down to think about going into the mines to work this week, but I don’t want anyone killed.” Kalish closed her eyes and swallowed. “Anyone
else
. Still, I need them too busy to send their ships in and definitely too busy to notice us poking around in there. They shouldn’t be able to get help out here from corporate in a week, and maybe you can even knock out their satellite and scramble their long-distance communications so they can’t call for that help.”

“
You want them to attack the compound?” Tick asked, scratching his head. He and Striker hadn’t left after they had delivered their equipment. They were sitting near the far wall of the tent, enjoying the chairs they had brought in. “The miners are going to want to know why.”

Kalish shrugged. “Maybe you can threaten them by telling them you want some impossible amount of gold. Or that you want the mines themselves.”

Mandrake’s eyes narrowed. “We are not thieves, Ms. Blackwell.”

“
No, I know. But it would be a ruse.” She spread her arms.

“
A ruse that would incur the wrath of Ferago Enterprises, a giant corporation that has a seat in the government. Ferago supplies the Fleet with much of its raw materials for shipbuilding. GalCon may not care much what mercenaries do out here on the outer rim, so long as their battles only have to do with minor factions on unincorporated planets and in space, but they
will
care if we openly attack Karzelek’s most lucrative mining outpost. We would go from being mercenaries, a legally registered corporation, to system-wide criminals. Kill-on-sight.”

The confidence that Kalish had been carrying with her wilted under the captain’s words and under his hard stare. “But you’ve killed finance lords,” she finally said.

“
Prove it.”

“
I...”

“
We’ve done a fairly good job of erasing the records of that,” Sedge said quietly, almost apologetically, since he had been responsible for a lot of that legerdemain. “There are rumors, of course, or you wouldn’t have heard about it, but the government doesn’t have any proof.”

The expression she gave him was hard to read. It wasn’t annoyed, as he had thought it might be, but somewhere between frustrated and wistful, perhaps? Maybe she was wishing she had someone who could erase the records of what had happened last night for her.

“
I just need a distraction, Captain,” Kalish said. “I don’t care how you accomplish it. All I ask is, as I said, that people not be killed over this.”

Mandrake’s face grew thoughtful. He would have balked if she had insisted on the bullying and threatening course, but he was probably intrigued by the challenge she was presenting now.

“
I’ll see what we can come up with.”

Mandrake wasn’t the smartest man Sedge had ever met, instead being one of the
deadliest
men he had met, but he knew enough to surround himself with smart people. He would call a meeting and see what those people could come up with. Sedge almost wished he was up on the ship now, so he might be invited to be a part of it, but he would not give up a chance to explore alien ruins,
especially
if Kalish had found previously undiscovered ones..

“
Good,” Kalish said. “Once we’ve found our entrance, preferably far from the miners’ entrance, I’ll be in contact with you.”

“
What’s going on in those mines that’s so special anyway?” Tick asked. “You find out about some extra fine stashes of gold?”

“
Stashes of gold are good,” Striker said, his eyes gleaming.

Mandrake didn’t throw in any commentary on Tick’s question, but he did watch Kalish’s face intently. He might not pry, but he had to be curious too.

“
It would be premature to say,” Kalish said. “I’ve done my research, but it’s still nebulous as to whether we’ll find anything.”

“
You’re paying us well,” Mandrake said. “It can’t be that nebulous.”

Kalish’s lips thinned. “Haven’t you heard of desperation, Captain?” She lifted her hand to cut the comm signal, but not before Mandrake glanced over at Sedge, an eyebrow lifting slightly. An instant later, his face disappeared, and Kalish tossed the patch back. Sedge accepted it with a nod.

“
There we go,” Tick said, leaning back from the portable heater he had brought in. Warmth started radiating from its sides. Good. Sedge could still see his breath.

“
What’s next?” Striker asked, leaning back in the chair and folding his hands behind his head. “Start a fire? Roast some marshmallows or candied puffworms? Get naked and explore the limits of our own stamina and creativity?”

Tick elbowed him. “Go explore your stamina with Betsy.”

Kalish ignored them. She was swiping her finger through the big hologram, moving data around and exploring the three-dimensional image the mapping software was building.

“
I have to pee,” Sedge announced, making an excuse to head outside. The captain wanted a private report from him. He grabbed his weapons belt and stood to buckle it on.

“
Don’t get too close to that white cactus out there,” Striker said. “Lots of thorns. You wouldn’t want to get poked. Your prick might be allergic. That’s a body part you probably don’t want all swelled up.” He smirked and nodded at Kalish. “Or maybe you do.”