“The password’s canceled,” the Kostroman said. “We’ve got orders not to let anybody in tonight. Go on back. Maybe in the morning things’ll be different.”
Hogg leaned out the window on his side so that he could hear better. Adele did the same. The sailors were nervous and looked frequently back the way the truck had come, toward the glow of fires over Kostroma City.
“Dammit, man!” Daniel snapped. “I’ve given you the password. This is Admiral Sanaus’s personal brandy stock. If anything happens to it you’ll have him on your necks, not some politician who’s here today and gone tomorrow!”
The pistol-armed Kostroman shook his head in a combination of concern and denial. “Look, I can’t open up. If you want to park here till morning—”
“If you can’t carry out the admiral’s orders,” Daniel said, “then get an officer out here who can. Your obstructionism means the ass of everybody in your chain of command, don’t you see?”
“Where do you suppose he comes from?” said a bearded sailor leaning against the gate from the inside. He was ostensibly talking to the petty officer in charge, but his loud voice was meant for everybody in the guard detachment. “He sounds funny to me.”
Hogg swore softly as he twitched away the wiping rag covering the bulky electromotive pistol in his lap. He leaned back in his seat and muttered, “Get ready for trouble!” to the small open panel between the driver’s compartment and the back of the van.
Daniel Leary took two strides to the gate and grabbed the sailor by the throat with his right hand. His fingers choked the man’s yelp before it reached his lips.
“Scum don’t normally criticize the accent of a gentleman of L’ven!” Daniel said. “Do you understand that, scum, or shall I use your mouth for a latrine?”
The Kostroman sailor held an impeller at the balance. Daniel shook him violently, banging the man’s chest against the barrier’s crossbars. The weapon rattled until the sailor dropped it.
None of the others interfered, though two half-raised their impellers without pointing the muzzles anywhere. Daniel looked around the detachment with fierce scorn, then hurled his victim back into the compound. The sailor’s face had started to turn blue.
Fixing his glare on the Kostroman petty officer, Daniel said, “Hogg, we’re going to drive through this gate if the scum don’t open it for us. And if they shoot, they’ll learn what Hell is like before they reach it!”
He strode back to the truck, scowling in utter fury. Adele didn’t remember ever having seen a better piece of acting, or a better place for it.
Her hands were on her lap. She relaxed them to her sides, putting her fingers a little farther from the opening to her left pocket.
The petty officer turned toward the compound, his expression troubled. Hogg revved the diesel into a ringing whine. His hand held the brake firmly.
“Open it!” the Kostroman shouted. “Let them in and to hell with them!”
A sailor drew out the thick pin locking one end of the barrier to the brick post. The whole detachment worked together to swing the gate into the compound. It was so heavy that they didn’t seem to notice they were also pushing the man whom Daniel had dropped within the gate’s arc in wheezing incapacity.
Daniel jumped onto the running board. His face was as distorted as a bomb-burst. Hogg eased the truck forward, just enough to spur the sailors to a final effort.
“I can’t believe that scum!” Daniel said in a hoarse whisper. “What kind of navy is it when a rating thinks he can be discourteous to a superior officer?”
“But . . .” Adele said. She didn’t know how to continue. “You’re not a superior officer” was so obvious that she couldn’t very well say it.
The way was clear. Hogg drove into the compound, accelerating as hard as the tons of human cargo in the back of the truck permitted. Their headlight swept the buildings. The warehouse facades were decorated with brick pilasters and swags of cut stone despite their utilitarian function.
“We’re looking for Building Forty-four,” Adele said to Hogg. She set her personal data unit on her lap, although she’d memorized all the necessary information when she called it up the first time. “It’s in the third row, according to the plan.”