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.He knew."Mouse killed her kids.I shot her here.And you let her get away.She'll be there if she has to walk halfway across the galaxy.When she hears our fleet is going to handle it.It won't matter if she can get her people's okay.She'll come, Kindervoort.With every goddamned thing she can lay hands on.Come to think of it, the Heads will probably back her even if they don't like it.They're going to be damned hot about what happened to the raidfleet at Stars' End.""Anything else bothering you, Moyshe?""What?""I'd like to hear all your objections now.So we can get them out of the way ahead of time.""All right.Why trust me? I'm the man you caught leading Navy ships to your herd, remember?""Three points.One, you're a convert.I saw your test results.Two, the Ship's Commander recommended you.And the third I'd rather keep to myself."BenRabi tried to remember all the tests he had taken, both before and after deciding to remain with the Starfishers.They had seemed standard, but he might have missed something."Typical security-type job? Three hours' sleep and ten minutes for personals every day? Need them or not?""Probably." Kindervoort smiled.His smile did not have the desired effect on benRabi.Moyshe saw it as grim, not friendly."Then I'd better settle my affairs.Because I don't expect to get through this one alive.I was going to put this off a few days.Mouse, want to be best man? Jarl, you can stand witness.Everybody's invited.I'll put on a party in my room afterwards.If we can come up with anything drinkable."Nobody said anything for several seconds.Mouse stared blankly.Kindervoort managed to appear both surprised and amused.Mouse's girls just looked puzzled.Amy showed a half dozen quick reactions.Lack of comprehension.Stunned disbelief.Shock.Distress that threatened to become anger."It isn't fair," she murmured.She wanted a pompous, ostentatious Archaicist affair with all the splendor of old-time royal weddings."You're making fun of me." Their friends knew how badly she wanted him to propose.He had to reassure her quickly."Jarl, can we get it done now?""We could start in ten minutes if you're serious.""Go ahead.""Moyshe, that isn't fair!" Amy cried."You never even asked me! And I'm not dressed for it and I haven't got anything to wear and." She had a whole list of ands and buts.BenRabi and Kindervoort waited till she got them out of her system."Do I call or not, Amy?" Kindervoort asked."Oh!" She hit the table with her fists."Yes! Yes, dammit! Call him.Moyshe benRabi, you are the meanest, connivingest man I've ever known.How can you do this to me?""Hey! You've been all over me about it.""Isn't love wonderful?" Mouse asked the air.Amy stopped bitching.Mouse had given her a look which warned her that she was pushing her luck.The ceremony was not what she wanted.Moyshe kissed her and whispered, "If I get out alive, you'll have the real thing.The big one you want.That's a promise."After the reception began, Kindervoort pulled Mouse and benRabi aside."Finally got some word on that failsafer."Back when the landside contractees had been boarding the service ship for return to Confederation a man had tried to kill them when it had become obvious that they were staying behind.He had suicided after missing.They had assumed he was a Bureau agent failsafing them."The autopsy finally got done," Kindervoort said."He was Sangaree.""Sangaree!" Mouse said it as if it were a swear word."Yes.And he did commit suicide.He was wearing a poison ring.""Nobody killed him? There wasn't a second failsafer?" BenRabi shook his head."That doesn't make sense.""It didn't make sense when we thought there were two of them, and one got away," Mouse said."Looks to me like he was Strehltsweiter's man, not the Admiral's.Makes sense in that context.She wanted us pretty bad.""That's the way I figured it," Kindervoort said."Till now I halfway thought it might have been a setup.To make you look more palatable.It doesn't look that obvious anymore.I'm confused, though.She was in intensive care all the time.Isolated.How did she make contact? How did she relay the order, even assuming the failsafer was pre-programed? If you come up with any theories, let me know.I'd hate to think my own people helped her.""Uhm." BenRabi glanced at Mouse.Mouse shrugged."I was sure he was Beckhart's.""Ever heard of a Sangaree suiciding?""It happens.Borroway.""Those were kids.They didn't have any other way out, and they knew too much.""He had to be programed.""What's going on?" Amy demanded."Consoling the victim, Mouse? You look like your best friend just died.""We'll talk it out later, Mouse.No, we were just talking about something Jarl brought up.Sort of a puzzle.Let's dance, honey."It was a zestless party.It did not last long.Neither did the honeymoon.Mouse dragged benRabi out early next morning."Hey.I'm supposed to be a newlywed.""Come on.You been tapping it for eight months.Getting married didn't make it new.Jarl wants us.Time to go into training."BenRabi spent the next fourteen hours talking about Angel City, studying maps, teaching the use of small arms in a coliseum cube that had been commandeered for the purpose.His group consisted of twenty-five people.Mouse had another the same size.Mouse drilled his mercilessly in unarmed combat.His was the easier task.His students at least had some idea of what he was talking about.BenRabi worked at it, but thought the Seiners were taking everything too damned seriously—despite his own admonition about how rough it could get.He vacillated between a belief that they would find The Broken Wings hip deep in Sangaree and the opposing view, that Navy Security would be so tight that not one unfriendly would get through.His fourth morning of teaching was interrupted by Kindervoort."Moyshe.Sorry.Got to take you off this today.They've got a tour planned for citizenship applicants.""Can't it wait? This auction won't, and these clowns are so bad they couldn't hurt themselves.""I argued.I got shouted down.I guess they think it's important that you know what you're fighting for.""Yeah? I never did before, and I did my job.""Oh.You're bitter today.""Just frustrated.The more I see, the worse it looks.We're going to get hurt if this thing goes Roman candle, Jarl.We won't be ready.""Do the best you can.That's all you can ever do, Moyshe.""Sometimes that's not enough, Jarl.I want to do enough.""Make a vacation out of today.Just relax.I don't think it's that important.They're supposed to show you what life's like for Starfishers who don't live on harvestships.Probably do you good to get away from Amy, too.I don't know what's the matter with her.She's even bitchy around the office anymore.""You've known her longer than I have.You figure it out.You tell me."Mouse stalked in."You ready, Moyshe? I scrounged a scooter.Let's go before somebody liberates it back
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