Making sure the temperature dial was still set for dead cold, the mercenary stepped into the stall and let the reviving water sluice over his body. The prey runs to the hunter, he thought again. Doug Stavenger wants to see me.
Ever since he had first begun training as a sniper, back during his army days, he had thought of killing as a sort of religious rite. A sacred responsibility. Everybody dies, the only question about it is where and when. And how.
I give them a clean death. Not like some of those freaks.
When he was taken out of the army to serve in the covert intelligence agency, he had the time and the need to take up the study of primitive hunters who believed that the animals they killed came to them for death. The prey runs to the hunter.
If you do everything just right, make all the proper rituals and set things up just the way they should be, then the prey comes to you and asks to be allowed to die. Not in so many words, of course. But they come to me for death.
Just like Doug Stavenger’s going to do. Hell, he’s already started along the path.
TOUCHDOWN MINUS 95 HOURS 54 MINUTES
Zoltan Kadar was a Hungarian who prided himself on being slicker and smarter than ordinary mortals. He also happened to be one of the top astronomers in the world and an extremely clever man.
But now he felt frustrated and, worse, ignored.
He strode along the corridor toward the base director’s office, hands balled into fists, arms swinging like a soldier on parade. He was on the small side, quite slim, a fencer’s agile figure. His hair was dark and straight, and came to a pronounced widow’s peak centered above his heavy dark eyebrows. People called him Count Dracula, although once they got to know him they changed his nickname to Slick Willy. Kadar revelled in the characterization.
‘Hey, Slick, where you going?’
Kadar barely slowed his determined stride as he recognized Harry Clemens, head of the transportation division. Clemens was one of the older engineers, a true Lunatic who had been working at Moonbase for many years.
‘Hello, Harry.’
Working hard to stay with Kadar, Clemens – lanky, balding, un-athletic – said, ‘Jeez, you look like you’re going to lead the charge of the light brigade.’
‘They’ve cancelled my Farside survey flight,’ Kadar said through gritted teeth. ‘I’m going to get it back on schedule.’
‘Oh, yeah, I know about that. Too bad.’
‘Too bad for them. They can’t just stop my work like that.’ He snapped the fingers of his left hand.
‘Everything’s ground to a halt. We’re at war, you know.’
‘Pah!’
‘Nothing’s going out, really. There’s a Peacekeeper troopship on its way here.’
‘What has that got to do with building the Farside observatory?’
Clemens was a practical engineer, and he recognized a stone wall when he saw one. ‘Well, I’ve got to turn off here. I’m helping the nanotech crew to shut down the bugs building the Clippership.’
‘Goodbye, Harry,’ said Kadar.
‘Hope you can get what you want, but I wouldn’t count on it.’
‘Goodbye, Harry.’
Another minute’s march brought Kadar to the base director’s office. He rapped once on the door and opened it.
Jinny Anson was sitting behind the desk, talking on the phone to some woman. She glanced up at Kadar and waved him to a chair in front of her desk. From the expression on her face, Kadar realized that she knew she was in for trouble.
‘Where is Stavenger?’ Kadar asked as soon as Anson clicked off her phone screen.
‘Doug’s taking charge of the war. I’m the base director pro-tern.’ Before Kadar could draw a breath she added, ‘And all work outside has been suspended, Zoltan, not just yours.’
‘I’m not interested in the rest of them. It’s my work that is important.’
‘Sure,’ Anson said good naturedly. ‘But we can’t hang a surveillance satellite over Farside until this business with the Peacekeepers is cleared up.’
‘I don’t see why. It’s an uncrewed satellite. I will take care of all the monitoring myself. I have the programs all in place.’