The Tracker's Dilemma: (A Mandrake Company Science Fiction Romance) (6 page)

“I’m sorry,” Tick said quietly. He hadn’t meant to dig up painful memories for her.

“I barely remember my parents now. I was eight at the time, and they were often away on humanitarian missions like that when I was younger. I have vague memories of going on a couple of trips with them, though it’s rather understandable that they didn’t take us on this one.” Her eyes had lost focus, and she seemed to be looking through the holo scans and to the wall, or perhaps to nothing at all, except her memories of the past. “The last thing my mom said to me was to take care of my little sister.” Her mouth twisted. “I tried, but Hailey became her own person and wasn’t interested in my care—or my advice.”

“Is what happened to your parents why you became a scientist?” Maybe Tick should have left instead of prying more into her past, but he found himself curious to know more about Lauren, a person who was an enigma to many on the ship, someone who rarely came out of her lab or opened up to anyone, at least not to any of the mercenaries.

“Yes. I wanted to help people. I thought I’d be a doctor at first, but you can only help one person at a time that way. I wanted to improve the lives of many and to increase the understanding of the microbes of this system. Fifteen hundred years after the colony ships first came, much of the native bacteria are still a mystery to us.”

“They’re a mystery to me, that’s for sure.”

“I also wanted to do my research from the safety of a lab, not out in the field where you get exposed to everything from mutant bacteria to horrible animals that want to eat you.” She shuddered.

“I’d be more alarmed by the mutant bacteria than the animals.”

“There are a million ways to die, some of them at the hands of something huge with teeth and fangs, and some of them invisible to all but the strongest of microscopes.”

“You’re an optimistic scientist, aren’t you?”

“Just realistic.” Lauren snorted softly, then pointed at the clock. “I need to go.” She closed her tablet, the display flashing out.

“I do too.”

“You were requested at the meeting?”

“Required, is more the term.” Tick nodded toward the door. Maybe they could walk up together.

“Interesting. You haven’t mentioned your new intuitions to my sister, have you?”

Intuitions. Tick wasn’t sure that was the right word.
Oddnesses
seemed to fit best. “No, I think I got invited because I’m the ship’s tracker.”

“Huh, if that means she intends to track down Grenavinians, then
unwilling
might have been precisely the correct word.” Lauren scowled and headed for the door. “I knew nothing good would come from Hailey’s arrival.”

Not knowing what to say to that, Tick followed after her.

Chapter 4

Hailey was already in the conference room, pacing near the porthole as the captain’s crew members trickled in. Mandrake stood with Ankari to one side. So far, only one person sat at the large wooden slab table that took up much of the room. When Lauren walked in with Tick—
Heath
—following behind her, she chose to join Ankari rather than communicating with her sister. She was more convinced than ever that Hailey had something dubious—if not duplicitous—planned, and she wanted nothing to do with it.

“...intolerable,” Mandrake was saying as Lauren walked up.

Her first thought was that the comment had something to do with her sister, but then Ankari said, “It’s not that noticeable.”

“It’s
very
noticeable. My entire ship smells like chocolate chip cookies. Every day.”

Ah, yes. Lauren had occasionally noticed the scent of baked goods since the new cook had been brought on board. As far as she’d heard, the mercenaries did not mind, much preferring home-cooked meals to prepackaged ration bars.

Ankari grinned and inhaled deeply. “It smells wonderful. If you’re bothered, then it can only be because your Grenavinian senses are overly attuned.”

Tick stirred behind Lauren, and she thought of his concerns that he might be developing new mental talents.
She
found the notion fascinating, despite her previous disinterest and disbelief in extrasensory perception, though numerous tests would have to be performed before she accepted that her subjects might be experiencing enhanced paranormal cognition.

The door slid open, and Mandrake’s second-in-command entered. Commander Garland, that was his name. Commander Borage, the engineering chief, and Commander Thatcher, the highest-ranking pilot, followed him into the room. Lauren was surprised the captain was bringing in all of his department heads for this meeting, a meeting to discuss what could only be a foolish mission. She wondered who her sister had slept with this time to acquire funding. It would take a great deal of money to hire an entire mercenary outfit.

Sergeants Hazel and Striker walked in, the latter giving Lauren an obnoxious wink, though his gaze was soon riveted to Hailey, who still wore her tight-fitting clothing. Thanks to his distracted stare, he caught his hip on the corner of the table. Hazel rolled her eyes and sat down without comment.

“That’s everyone,” Mandrake told Hailey, then proceeded to introduce his people to her. “Tell us about your mission, and we’ll tell you if it can be done.”

“I’m certain it can, Captain. I’ve heard about your prowess.” Hailey beamed a flirtatious smile at him, ignoring Ankari.

Mandrake looked at Lauren, as if she had been the one to mention his prowess. Hardly.

Lauren sniffed and moved to the table. Tick had already sat down, and she picked a chair next to him. Perhaps she should have avoided him, the way she did Striker, now that he had confessed that he had a sexual interest in her, but he’d accepted her explanation easily enough, and she doubted he would be a problem. She confessed the offer of a massage had been slightly intriguing—her muscles in her neck and shoulders often grew tediously tight and tired when she stood all day, conducting experiments and peering into her scopes. But she would not take him up on it. In her experience, proffers of favors from men always led to them expecting
return
favors. And she doubted a massage would be all he wanted. She would consider a return massage equitable and fair, but men always wanted more. How they derived so much pleasure from inserting their penises into orifices, she couldn’t imagine.

“As I mentioned, Captain,” Hailey said, sliding into the seat at the head of the table, “I need a ride to Sturm, which should be a simple matter, but then I also need help locating a group of people on the surface.”

“I’m not aware of any Grenavinians on Sturm,” Mandrake said, “though there may be some at the various monasteries.”

“I’m not looking for Buddhist monks. I’m looking for druids, specifically the technology-loving druids who abandoned a space station they built ten years ago. It blended advanced tech with the genetic engineering of flora they had taken from their home world. I have reason to believe that they went to Sturm.”

“Are you talking about the Midway 5 space station?” Ankari asked. “We were just there a couple of months ago.”

“Were you?” Hailey smiled innocently, as if she hadn’t known. Right. Her career choices were dubious, but that didn’t mean she wasn’t intelligent and didn’t know how to do research. “Ah. Then you’ve seen their work.”

“What remains of it,” Ankari said, her eyes narrowing slightly.

She probably also realized Hailey knew of the company’s past and where it had been. Perhaps that history had something to do with her choice to seek out these particular mercenaries, though Lauren wagered that it didn’t hurt that Captain Mandrake was Grenavinian—did Hailey think he had connections to those technodruids?

“Nobody knows where those druids went after they left Midway 5,” Mandrake said.

“Not nobody.” Hailey winked at him. “The druids know, certainly. And as I’ve learned, some of them got tired of living in seclusion and have returned to the system as a whole. In fact, I may have even had drinks with one recently.”

“Just drinks?” Ankari muttered—Lauren barely heard it, but she snorted softly. It seemed her business partner had caught on quickly to Hailey’s modus operandi.

“He even looked a bit like you, Captain. Fewer muscles, more gray hair, but the same rugged handsomeness.”

Mandrake folded his arms over his chest. “He give you precise coordinates to locate the others?”

Even though Lauren hadn’t had much reason to speak to the captain in the past, and wouldn’t exactly consider him a friend, she appreciated that Hailey’s charms seemed to bounce off his gruff exterior.

“He gave me imprecise terrain features,” Hailey said, not fazed by Mandrake’s gruffness. “But he identified the moon where they live, said they’re in a cave deep on the jungle side and near the mountains. Using his clues, I’ve pinpointed three likely locations.” She pulled out a tablet, laid it on the table, and murmured, “Sturm map.”

An atlas of a portion of the moon appeared in the air, contour lines superimposed on satellite imagery. The map rotated slowly on a vertical axis to display its contents to everyone in the room. Three areas had been circled with a red highlighter, all canyons and all in that forsaken jungle. Lauren wondered if her sister knew about those man-eating raptors that roamed around, screeching and flashing their fangs.

“I’ll need a team to go down with me and help me search the various locations,” Hailey said. “I’m also in need of protection.”

“From the raptors?” Ankari asked.

“Ah, from whatever or whomever may wish to impede my progress.” Hailey smiled again.

Lauren tried to decide if something else lay under the smile. Concern? Apprehension? Hailey fidgeted with the hem of her lab coat, something she had always done when nervous, but Lauren didn’t know if she was nervous about this meeting and getting the captain to agree to work for her, or if something else was bothering her. A couple of men with guns could keep those raptors away. It wouldn’t require a whole mercenary company. Hailey hadn’t gotten herself into some kind of trouble, had she? Enough that people were after her?

“What makes you think the druids want to be found?” Mandrake asked.

“Oh, I doubt they do, but I’ll handle talking to them when the time comes. You needn’t involve yourself in my negotiations.”

“Negotiations for what, exactly?” Lauren asked, curious despite her resolve to have nothing to do with Hailey’s expedition.

“Information. Volunteers.”

“Volunteers to be inoculated with certain microflora?”

“That may be part of it.”

“I told you I’m not giving you any of the strains I’ve developed,” Lauren said. “That’s private and secret information.”

“Secrets don’t stay secret for long,” Hailey said cryptically, then added, “Though I still don’t understand why you won’t share. A few more men and women in the trial seems logical.”

“When I’ve completed my current trial and determined that the specimens aren’t experiencing any untoward side effects—” Lauren glanced at Tick and caught a grimace on his face, “—I’ll consider increasing the sample size, but I’m still waiting for the GalCon Pharmaceutical and Pharmacogenomics Advisory Council’s approval on human trials, as it is. So far, only my rats are officially sanctioned.”

Mandrake blinked a few times at this. Lauren hadn’t admitted the information to anyone except Ankari, the subjects who had enrolled for the tests, and the colleagues on her shared server. It might be years before GalCon got its act together and granted approval. Ankari had been enthusiastic about flouting the GalCon standards so that their business could get to the point where they could start selling the procedures more quickly. Besides, GalCon and its approval barely mattered out here in the rim worlds. The only thing it ultimately would do was allow her to submit articles to peer-reviewed journals and work with hospitals on the core worlds.

“You rethinking being a lab rat yet?” Striker whispered across the table to Tick, smirking.

Tick had been touching his stomach uncertainly, but he scowled back at the question. “Not at all. In a couple more weeks, I’ll have the power to fry your balls with my mind.”

“Oh, so very scary. My balls are quivering.”

“Sounds uncomfortable.”

Lauren resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She had detailed all of the risks and the state of the GalCon approval in the paperwork she had given her subjects to sign. If they hadn’t read everything, whose fault was that?

“I do hope you’ll change your mind once we’ve spoken more, Lo,” Hailey said. “Your approval and sanctioning of my project would mean a lot.”

“Too bad,” Lauren said, doubting her sister cared about her
approval
. If she had, she would have taken Lauren’s advice years ago and gone into a more respectable career, one where she could be of service to humanity as a whole and where she wouldn’t be wasting the intelligence her parents had given her. “We worked very hard to acquire the right combination of bacteria.”

“
We?
” Ankari asked. “I’m the one who had to rappel down a ten thousand-year-old toilet shaft in order to scrape fossilized alien poop off the walls.”

Hailey perked up, her smile returning. “Ah, is
that
how you found the right blend?”

“I assure you there was more to it than that.” Lauren sent Ankari a quelling glare; they didn’t need to share their business secrets with possibly hostile competition.

Ankari offered an apologetic wriggle of her fingers, perhaps having already realized the same thing.

“Why do you need the technodruids?” Mandrake asked. “There are displaced Grenavinians living all over the system. For that matter, why do you need Grenavinians specifically? We’re not any different from the humans from any other planets.”

“Your ancestors tinkered with your eye color through genetic engineering.” Hailey waved toward Mandrake’s green eyes, green eyes that Tick and A32—Corporal Hemlock—shared. Borage and Garland did, too, Lauren noticed as she looked around the table. Hazel did not, and Corporal Salix—A29—did not, but she knew at least fifty percent of the remaining population did. “They also supposedly made some adaptations to your ancestors to better help them survive on your planet before genetic engineering became feared throughout the system and was largely abandoned. I aim to ask those technodruids what else was done, because my research has revealed some interesting information that isn’t in the GalCon network database. It’s not in the secured military database, either, as I’ve recently learned. Yes, you’re as human as the next person, Captain, but it’s possible those adaptations from long ago are the reason that your people, and not the others in Lo’s experiments, are developing extrasensory perception when exposed to the alien microflora.”