Titanborn (10 page)

I stared, unable to lower my weapon. I'd never seen her look so shattered, and it didn't take me long to realize that the reason they were so deep in the sewers was because she hadn't intended for me to find them. She'd pretended to buy the goods from him and squared the debt, hoping that I wouldn't follow, but I did. I always got my man, no matter the cost.

“Why, Dad?” she whimpered. “He was only trying to keep them fed.”

“He went for the gun—”

“You weren't supposed to find us!” she snapped. “He had no other choice! An accident in the water plant crippled him and Pervenio wouldn't let him work anymore. Oh, Elios.” She squeezed his head against her chest. As she did his children got close enough to see him covered in blood and began to sob uncontrollably.

“I didn't know,” I said. I was being honest. It's not a collector's job to ask questions. I did what was asked of me and made a good living doing it. That was probably why Pervenio had kept me on for so long. “But he was going to hurt you.”

“I deserved it…”

She stared down into Elios's glassy eyes, and then placed her lips against his, blood and all. I could hear her whispering to him. The sight of her like that made me feel sick. Who knew what lies he'd spewed to win her affection.

I waited there for a few minutes as the three of them wept, not sure what to do. Eventually the foul stench got the better of me. “Aria,” I said, “we've got to go.”

She wrapped her arms around his limp body and squeezed. “I'm not leaving him.”

“Yes you are. If Venta Co finds out we were operating here then there'll be hell to pay.”

I reached out to soothe her, but she pulled away. “I'm not leaving him!” she shouted. She started to cry into Elios's chest, and I placed my arm on her shoulder. That time she didn't fight it.

“Aria. It's not easy what we do, but it's necessary. Say your goodbyes, and then we have to get rid of him.”

She slowly rose to her feet without looking back at me. “You do it then,” she said with rancor. “Just another offworlder to you, right?”

“No, a thief and an attempted murderer,” I answered, trying not to let her tone make me lose my temper. I knelt down by the body and took out my hand-terminal.

“Yup, just another offworlder.” She sloshed over to Elios's children, head bowed. When she reached them she turned them around and held them in her embrace. “It's going to be okay,” she whispered to them. “Look at me and it'll all be okay.”

I waved my hand-terminal in front of Elios's eyes to get a positive retinal ID. Then I took a picture of his body, ensuring that I captured the bullet hole in his chest. Without his corpse I needed something to present to Pervenio in order to get paid.

When I was done I shoved him off the maintenance platform with my boot. He fell into the muck with a splash, and then the slow current carried him along.

“Let's go,” I ordered.

I walked back in the other direction, but when I didn't hear any footsteps behind me I paused and glanced back over my shoulder. The twins continued to cry, but Aria watched in silence as Elios's remains drifted into the darkness, never to be found again.

Aria didn't stick around for long after that day. She stayed behind on Mars to find honest work and I set off to continue doing what I did best alone, until Zhaff was forced on me at least. We'd exchange the occasional message over Solnet, but it'd been a year since the last time she responded and the only words she wrote back were
NOT ON MARS ANYMORE.
It was clear she didn't want to be found, and this time she wouldn't make it easy for me. As far as I knew she could be anywhere in Sol.

Sometimes I thought about asking Pervenio Corp to track her down so I'd know she was all right, but I didn't have the spare credits and there was no reason to tell them about her existence now. Considering her streetwalking mother dumped her at my feet, Aria was an unsanctioned, illegal child born from parents who weren't cleared for mating by the USF. People like her were considered illegitimates. My position probably could have kept me out of a cell if anyone found out, but I kept her a secret regardless. Director Sodervall would've never approved of me dragging her with me on assignments and winding up distracted. After deciding to keep her, my plan had always been to train her so well that when I did reveal her existence he'd have no problem with us remaining partners.

I sighed. There was no worrying about that anymore. Illegitimates could get around the world they were born on with relative ease, but traveling between planets was difficult without a “real” identity. Apparently I'd taught her enough for her to figure out how to get off Mars and travel throughout Sol without needing one. It was hard not to feel at least the slightest bit of pride about that.

I pulled out my hand-terminal and swiped the screen until I reached Aria's contact information so I could see her picture. I'd taken it right before I first sent her to see Elios. She was looking back at me with the spunky smile on her face that she always wore when she was happy. Her pretty red hair was tossed haphazardly over her shoulder. She never did care much about how it looked.

I typed another message into my hand-terminal that I knew she wouldn't answer. It was all I could do. I took my time, making sure my numb fingers were striking the correct keys.

ARIA…I HOPE YOU'RE OKAY. I DON'T KNOW IF YOU HEARD, BUT THERE WAS A BOMBING IN NEW LONDON BY AN OFFWORLDER. IT CUT THE M-DAY ADDRESS SHORT SO I HOPE SECURITY ISN'T TOO TIGHT WHEREVER YOU ARE.

I'M OUT IN THE WILDERNESS ON EARTH, NOT A STAR IN SIGHT. IF I DON'T FREEZE TO DEATH OUT HERE, I SHOULD BE BRINGING IN A NICE HAUL FOR FINDING THE BOMBER.

“Malcolm, they're approaching,” Zhaff said, poking his head around the structure of the ruin.

I'd been so invested in choosing the right words that I didn't even hear him approaching. The hand-terminal slipped from my hands and hit the frozen dirt.

“Dammit, Zhaff!” I yelled. “Can't you see I'm busy?”

“You said to inform you when they were close.”

“I…” I groaned. “I'm coming.” My heart raced until he turned and walked away. I wasn't prepared to let him in on the existence of my daughter. I groped at the ground and found my hand-terminal. It was pure luck the thing hadn't broken.

I lifted it up and reread what I'd already written. As I did, the hum of anti-grav engines greeted my ears from outside. The emptiness of the derelict city made it resonate so loudly that I could feel my ribs vibrate. I wiped off the screen of my hand-terminal and then finished the message with the first words that popped into my freezing head.

I MIGHT NOT GET A CHANCE TONIGHT, SO HAVE A DRINK ON M-DAY FOR ME…DAD.

I took a deep breath, stared at the screen for a moment longer, and sent the message before I could second-guess myself. Then I stowed the hand-terminal.

A bright spotlight shone down from the descending airship as I stepped outside, allowing me to make out its silhouette. It was a standard inter-atmosphere Pervenio carrier with broad red wings that housed rolling, 360-degree anti-grav engines on the underside. It had the look of a stingray I'd seen a picture of in a pre-Meteorite museum, minus the tail.

A unit of officers hurried down the aft ramp once the landing gear touched down. They kept their pulse-rifles aimed while they spread out and secured the landing zone, as if there were anything to fear out in the wilderness. Pervenio officers never miss an opportunity to show off how well trained they are.

Zhaff saluted them as they approached. I thought about it but settled on a nod. My arms were getting too stiff for me to be willing to muster the energy for anyone other than Luxarn Pervenio himself strolling down the ramp.

“The body is over here,” Zhaff said.

The soldiers quickly pulled out a shrink bag and got to stuffing the body in. Once they were finished they carried it onto the ship.

“You two coming?” the leader of the unit asked.

“Don't have to ask me twice,” I responded, relieved. I beat Zhaff to the ramp and wasted no time climbing up. Warm air washed over me from an exhaust vent and started to thaw my aching joints.

I crossed the cabin to an empty seat and pulled down my restraints. Zhaff sat in the spot next to me, his eye-lens poring over his hand-terminal. Once the ship took off, he turned to me and said unemotionally: “We've been requested to go to Titan.”

I stared at him, dumbfounded. I'd been expecting the next message from the Pervenio directors to concern my failure, but he'd definitely said
we.
“Titan?” I asked. “But we've already caught the Ringer here.” I yanked out my own hand-terminal and checked for a message from Director Sodervall. There was none. Nothing from Aria, either…as usual.

“Further examination of the blast site in New London has determined it was caused by an improvised EMP device. This was used to provide cover while a small group of Ringers infiltrated the nearby Pervenio hospital. Supplies and documents crucial to the operations of Pervenio Corp were stolen. USF security has locked down all grounded ships for investigation, but it was likely too late. The stolen property is small in scale and would have been easy to smuggle through private transportation if that was the intent of the Ringers.”

A diversion. Suddenly the sloppiness of the Ringer we chased out into the middle of nowhere wasn't so peculiar. We did exactly what he wanted. “Makes sense,” I said. “Come to think of it, I noticed my hand-terminal getting a little screwy around the site right after. So Pervenio wants us on Titan for, what, to try and head them off?”

“Yes, immediately. We are to travel to the Ring, locate the smuggled supplies, and apprehend whoever was behind this attack.”

“Sounds simple enough.”

“I have also been instructed to inform you that the successful completion of this task will result in payment equal to that of your reward for eliminating the bomber. This ship is returning us to New London. We will subsequently be provided passage on a passenger liner departing Luna tomorrow and meet with Director Sodervall at Pervenio station orbiting Saturn.”

I leaned back in my chair. “Perfect. I'm getting tired of Earth anyway. Guess I can put aside my plans for Europa for now.”

Zhaff's eye-lens focused on me like he was trying to figure out what I was talking about. I stifled a grin and closed my eyes. I wasn't exactly sure what was going on or why only Zhaff had been contacted, but I didn't much care. It was one more chance. It almost didn't even matter what the pay was going to be. That was just a bonus that would make up for the fifty thousand credits I'd lost when the Ringer blew his own brains out. Even if I had to work with Zhaff again, and be on the freezing moon of Titan, I wasn't about to complain.

I'd been there on more than a few occasions in my lifetime so I knew how frosty the locals could be. They went out of their way to make assignments trickier. Unlike immigrants in other colonies—who were mostly recently displaced Earthers with no affinity for the place they'd come to live—the Ringers of Titan weren't really immigrants at all. Not anymore at least. With gas-harvesting efforts on Saturn continuing to flourish, new immigrants flocked from Earth every year, forcing the Ringers to work for lower pay just to gain employment. The generations of people dating back three centuries who'd grown up there didn't take kindly to that. The Ring was their home.

For all those reasons I didn't even think to ask about what the Ringer had stolen. It was irrelevant. Collectors got our hands dirty so our employers didn't have to, and in doing so we helped preserve the relative peace Sol had enjoyed since the Meteorite struck. That was my job. Concerns about retirement could wait.

It was after midnight when we finally arrived back in New London, in time to enjoy the better parts of M-day. Security was still patrolling the streets along the Euro-String rail station en masse, but I had no reason to stay on them with all the festivities moved inside. I invited Zhaff along but, as expected, he declined. Not that I minded. After the day we had, I needed some time away from him before I snapped. Instead, he disappeared to wherever it was Cogents stayed in order to finish his report. I only hoped it wouldn't reach the directors before I was safely aboard the transport to Titan, on my way to another assignment.

I headed into the first club I saw. It didn't matter how crowded it was with patrons and security officers at that point. Payment for bringing the Ringer bomber in dead had come through at some point before I arrived. It was half what it would've been had I listened to Zhaff and waited to confront him, but it was still enough for me to have no trouble enjoying that night and plenty of others.

I took a seat at the bar and ordered the strongest drink they had. Whatever it was, it felt like it was burning a hole in my belly as it went down. When I ordered a second, I noticed Trevor Cross sitting across from me. His head was sunken, his hat crooked, and he wore a sling on his arm. Seeing him helped me remember that fifty thousand credits was better than nothing. I'd gotten the job done. It wasn't the right way, or the best way, but it was done.

I tipped my drink toward him and grinned. The booze had my eyelids feeling nice and heavy so I probably added a little more insult to it than I should've considering I was the reason for his sling. When he finally noticed me he gritted his teeth, got up, and walked away.

A young woman wearing a tight, shimmering red dress immediately took his spot and must've thought my grin was meant for her. She smiled back and moved to sit at the stool next to me. My luck was improving. She had all the curves an Earther woman should have. I wasn't too drunk to register—after a few minutes of conversation—that she was a working girl, but I didn't mind. I already had a room rented in the city and I planned on enjoying my last hours on Earth as much as I could.