The Skegs got hit pretty hard in one of those skirmishes up top, and they went to ground somewhere outside town. I heard from Dubstep once, since then. She said she wasn't hurt, though I'm not sure she'd own up to it if she was.
I go see Tamedog by…
Let's do:
-manufactory
-well-disciplined gang
-disease
-small gang
Marmot and I have worked on channeling the sub's supply of power into useful stuff, and there's more work than we have hands to do. It's tight down here, though, and we're workin…
He has a point. I have some thinking to do-- I made a promise to Poke, for one thing, even if I got distracted-- but I can do it lying down.
"Yeah, we were trying to get some help from the Underlakers before they sealed the place up. If you can get…
"Other than the fact that as work spreads, plenty of very dangerous people are not going to care who found it or fixed it up? That's it. That's the whole deal. This is ours, if we can hold it. Going to need help for that, so I'm asking around. Peopl…
"Just a few weeks. The bad news is, I didn't find it. Merrell did, and I followed his trail. He stripped everything he thought was useful out of here-- he just didn't know the reactor was salvagable."
"Which makes the question of what to do with it…
"It's a reversal, yeah."
I grin. Tamedog's a hard guy to impress, but I think this will do the job.
"Get ready. You're going to like this. Not all the good stuff is hidden thirty stories up."
Once I give Tamedog a tour, I'll settle in to work. Ge…
"Right. Leave what we have. I'll stay and get to work. Probably better not to move Arbor, and anyone else who's bad off. Maybe you could run home and bring back some supplies? We'll stock the sub with some food so this doesn't happen again."
I'll m…
Ice. I don't like the stuff-- Even if it doesn't ruin your life, it messes with your head, and I have to stay sharp.
Still, it might be wise to keep a couple of cubes in the van for emergencies. Maybe we could pick some up.
"I don't have any here,…
I wiggle my toes, flex the ankle.
"Well, that's... interesting. How does it work?"
I scramble to my feet.
"Looks like you did as much rescuing of me as I did of you. How about we get your people fed?"
I sag down on to the floor and let Marmot finish running the basic check up. I got off easy, all things considered.
"Good to see you too, Rossi. Especially those last couple seconds."
I pause. That was some impressive work on that boulder.
"Thank…
Yeah, I should have taken a shift sleeping. One of the big pieces of ice shifted in a way I wasn't expecting while Tamedog and Marmot were setting up the next one.
I had enough time to snap the cable on and start the winch to stabilize it so it did…
Yeah, I'm digging a hole looking for her, driving myself as long as I can go at a stretch. Jester is, too. Now that I know she's down there, I can aim the tunnel to try to meet them where'd they'd be digging. If they're still alive to be digging.
I nod. "It's possible. The entrance tunnel was the weak point, not the cavern. Probably pinched it off like a balloon. There's air in the sub, and... well, some food."
I stop. Not going to run the odds in front of Jester.
I shoot a look at Marmot …
I nod.
"Sure. Leave anything involving the pneumatic jaws to us, but there's plenty of lifting and clearing to do."
I think back.
"You were down there with the gang, right? When did the collapse happen? Is anyone still down there?"
So yeah, I ca…
All right. Annoying, maybe, but not dangerous. I glance at Marmot, just a quick stand down, and then move out to meet him.
"What the hell are you doing out here, Jester?"
I mean, this is the middle of freaking nowhere.
"We'll make that the backup plan." I haul myself over the lip of the hole. Probably good for Tamedog to keep working. No need to panic, probably.
"Wouldn't hurt for you to be in the van with a gun until we know what they want, though."
The light's…
Ah, shit. Well, that's just trigonometry, isn't it? Of course, I have to guess at some of the angles and distances, but I'm pretty good at that.
One other wrinkle, though: I could of course drive us to right over where I think the cavern is, but st…
Let's go with: rugged, vintage, slow. It's basically a contractor's van on treads, big winch on the front, retractable spikes for bracing. The body looks like this:
Dubstep's got me a little nervous. My life's not danger-free, but I go in with a …
"I lost someone, too. On the way here. Name was Marlon. And... and a little girl.
"Caravan we were in was hit by bandits. We scattered. Car ended up flipped down this crevasse, drive shaft cracked. Marlon's leg was... and... well, neither of them c…
Let's take those in reverse order. Easy one first.
"No. Not even usually girls."
The next one will take a pause.
"I don't know if it's that my work is my life. It's more like... whatever my life is, the work is how it happens. Like, Seatbelt's ki…
"Nah, she hasn't said anything like that. In fact, everything she says is perfectly casual. And maybe I'm wrong. But there's an intensity there, you know? And I don't really match it. I just... accept it."
I shrug and start slipping a belt over the…
I usually wouldn't answer, or at least not much, but maybe it is the beer.
"It's... well, it's some kind of thing."
I'm twisting a ratchet while I talk, not really looking.
"I like that it's simple. And, well... it had been a while, you know?"
O…
"Think we're good, thanks."
I'll pop open a beer for me and Marmot. Got some things to think about.
With the fans finally in hand, I'll get the van fixed up.
And I want to sit down with some sketches and think about how to get Poke out.