Captain Vorpatril's alliance

The second soldier, now kneeling by the tunnel door and laying out equipment, flung out a stern hand and said, “Wait, please, sir.” He picked up and aimed a remote probe: “Go, Rover!” The little grav device blinked on a brilliant headlight and flew away into the shadows. The soldier became intent upon his control panel.

Ivan Xav took Byerly by the shoulder and pulled him back. “Corps of Engineers,” he said, mystically. “You just have to get out of their way.”

“But,” By sputtered, “if she’s still in, uh, if they’re in there‑”

“Then we’ll find out in a couple of minutes, without having to send a second rescue team to rescue the first. Lady ghem Estif thinks the tunnels are very unstable, after the explosion and the immersion.”

By stood and jittered a moment, then wheeled about and made a quick head‑count of people in the chamber. He had to start over at least once, both lips and fingers moving. “Then all the Arquas‑and you, Ivan‑are accounted for except Rish and Jet? And who are the three spares?”

Imola and his brace of goons were just waking up, groggy and disoriented.

“Ser Vigo Imola,” Tej put in, “a very bad man whom ImpSec should arrest at once, and his two unfortunate employees. At least, I’d think he was a bad boss. I bet they will, too. And that’s not his real name.”

“Oh. Good. We were looking for him.”

By went to consult briefly with the first soldier, who had gathered all the Arquas together and was inquiring in a not‑unfriendly military bellow, “All right, to start with, are there any medical emergencies here…?”

When By came back, Ivan Xav asked, “So, while we’ve been sitting around in the treasury all night contemplating the true nature of wealth, what have you been doing?”

“Going mad in white linen, pretty much. By midnight, when I realized that all my surveillance subjects, plus you, had simultaneously vanished, I knew something was up. When the first garbled news came through of someone trying to incompetently bomb ImpSec, I didn’t connect it instantly. Because, you know, I’d thought Simon and Shiv had a pretty friendly rivalry going, till then. Also, I thought Shiv would have done a better job.”

“Probably,” allowed Ivan Xav.

“It had started when an ImpSec ground patrol went to check out some excess energy signals coming from that garage on the next block, and they surprised a quartet of thugs dragging an unconscious woman into a van. Municipal Guard work, but, you know, Allegre’s boys don’t mind a little live‑fire practice on a dull night. Plus‑one told me later‑there was a chance she might be grateful. They took down two of the thugs, but the other two disappeared into your tunnel, and the ImpSec patrol chased them in. There was an exchange of stunner fire‑”

“And then the surprise,” said Ivan Xav. “So ImpSec set off the bomb!”

“It would be hard to calculate whose fire did it,” said By, a bit primly, “the scene of the crime being presently buried under some ungodly number of tons of mud. But someone’s energy beam apparently intersected the old explosive. At this point, the flare went up big‑time. One of the patrollers and one of the thugs had to be dug out‑”

“Was anyone seriously hurt?” Tej interrupted.

“Both, but not critically. It really wasn’t at all clear what was going on for a couple of hours, till the medics finally got Star waked up. Then, of course, all hell broke loose. Especially after some fool‑somebody finally thought to call and wake up your mother and Simon.”

“Ah,” said Ivan Xav, uneasily.

“Star swore there would be survivors in the bunker, even though the sensors were picking up nothing from it. The rest of the night was setting up the engineering, as soon as the search‑and‑rescue boys figured out it would be impossible to go in from the garage end. It’s a real circus up there.”

Ivan Xav glanced upward, his lips twisting. He walked over to the first soldier and advised him, “Let your command post know to treat this as a Class Two Biohazard Area. At least.”

The soldier wheeled. “And you are…oh. Captain Vorpatril. Yes, sir.” He spoke into his audio pickup.

The engineering tech crouched at his control panel, overhearing this, stopped inhaling, but, after a minute, gave up and continued his task.

Coming back, Ivan Xav said, “I’d want to dub it a Class Five, myself; but my grandmother‑in‑law would probably correct me. But that should discourage too many tourists till someone can get the appraisers down here for inventory. This place is going to need guards, and guards on the guards.”

“Well, they’ve certainly come to the right place…” By mused. “Is there really a fortune down here, or was Star exaggerating for fear we might not dig you out?”

For answer, Ivan Xav took him over and showed him the box of seal‑daggers, in which he seemed to have taken a possessive interest; Byerly sobered considerably. “And that was just the first crate we opened,” said Ivan Xav. “You should see some of the rest. Not to mention the half ton or whatever it is of Occupation gold.”