Notes: Ooooh, let's have some threats, shall we?
Title: Hadrian's Colony, Chapter Nine, Part Two
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Chapter Nine, Part Two
The second Kieron sent the transponder code, he began thinking about a backup plan. The truth was, he had no idea whether or not Lizzie was actively monitoring above this planet right now. Sure, she and Catie could communicate, but that was because they had complementary programming and a bond that went beyond spacial mechanics and into the realm of “it’s a sister thing.” Lizzie was always listening for Catie, and vice versa. But Lizzie was accustomed to Catie being the go-between for communications with Kieron and Elanus, especially at such a long distance. Without her to wave the proverbial flag and get Lizzie’s attention, this might be a futile exercise, in which case…
Well, Kieron was right beside the control panel, which was lifted off the flight deck flooring and surely had its own insulators. If the floor was to be electrified at any moment, getting on top of the panel was a good call. Once he was up there, using Trapper as a human shield was the next step. The man was arrogant, still sitting there spinning his chair in little semi-circles as he smirked at Kieron, just waiting to prove him wrong. He had a small hand blaster on his right side, Kieron’s left—how nice, he’d be able to grab that easily once he got his other arm around the man’s neck. Once he had a human shield, he’d be in a decent negotiating position again.
Of course, there were a lot of things that could go wrong with that scenario, not the least of which being his mo—Carlisle, who was watching him like a predator searching for the weakest link in the herd. Kieron decided to confront the staring head-on. Besides, conversation would be a good distraction from the ticking clock. “What?” he said flatly. “Afraid I’m going to make a break for it?”
“You don’t have anywhere to go,” she replied, and Alissa laughed in agreement.
Kieron didn’t say anything, he just met her unblinking stare with one of his own.
“Um…boss?” Doubles asked from where he’d slumped down at the table. “What’s with the…thing?”
“There’s no thing,” Carlisle said evenly.
“Oh, she denied it without even trying to talk around it,” Alissa said, heading over to sit next to Doubles. She stroked her short, thick fingers across the back of his hand, her deep blue hair glowing green in the strange yellow light. “Now we know there’s a thing.”
“Thirty seconds,” Trapper intoned.
“If you’ve got something to say to me, then just come out and say it,” Kieron said.
Carlisle shrugged. “I’ve already said my piece, and you denied having any formal training. You can’t blame me for trying to figure out your lie, can you?”
“I’m not lying.”
“I know a soldier when I see one, Desfontaines.”
Kieron sighed. He wasn’t going to be able to put her off forever…which was fine. He just needed to put her off for long enough to distract everyone. “Why, because you spent some time in a fighting force yourself? Is that how you lost the eye?”
She stiffened minutely. “That’s none of your business.”
“Hey, you’ve made me your business, turnabout’s fair play.”
“Dude,” Alissa broke in with a scowl. “If you haven’t noticed, you’re a fucking prisoner right now, okay? We’ve got you dead to rights, so how about you just stand there and look pretty until your people call back or we get tired of waiting, huh?”
“No.”
Surprisingly, this came from Carlisle.
“No what, boss?” Doubles asked.
“No, Desfontaines is no prisoner.”
Trapper rolled his eyes. “Yeah, you made a deal, whatever. Functionally, his ass is ours right now. Has been from the moment he stepped onto our ship.”
“Mm. No, I don’t think so.” Carlisle took a step forward, her eyes intent on Kieron’s face. “The second you boarded, you were looking for outs. Weaknesses in our defenses, in our alliance, in our hardware. You’re not the type to gamble with your life, not when you’ve got a kid to try and get back to. You’re determined to survive, and that means you’re planning for the worst already, aren’t you?”
Kieron hated the way his mother was able to read his strategy like she was seeing inside his head. “You’re projecting.”
“Hardly. The control panel is also electrified, by the way.”
“Boss—” Trapper began, but Kieron cut him off.
“No it’s not. You haven’t shielded any of the visible couplings in the steering chassis. You’d blow out your own ability to drive.”
“Not at the voltage we’re talking about.”
“In a ship this old, with most of its storage space going to weapons and food, I doubt you’re willing to take the risk of blowing something accidentally.”
She smiled slightly, as if pleased he’d seen through her bluff. “We’ve got a secondary protective system.”
Kieron smiled. “Gas in the vents?”
“Boss,” Alissa murmured, “how does he—”
“Maybe you’re pirates after all,” Kieron continued. “That’s the sort of thing a person does when they’re worried about being boarded or transporting hostiles. Neither of which I’d put past you. Regardless, none of you are wearing masks to protect you from…probably concentrated nitrous oxide, isn’t it? So it’s a matter of who wakes up first, or you’re betting you can get to masks faster than I can because you know where they’re stashed.” He glanced around, then slammed a hand down ten inches below the top of the control panel on the hidden drawer he knew he’d find in this model of ship. The drawer popped open, and two small nasal rebreathers fell out.
Trapper immediately drew his weapon. “I don’t know who the hell you think you are, Desfontaines, but you keep pulling crazy shit like this and I’ll shoot you for the hell of it.”
“Save your breath, Trapper,” Carlisle said calmly. “He could disarm you faster than you could pull the trigger anyway.”
Trapper looked betrayed. “Boss.”
“What have you brought on our ship, Carlisle?” Alissa demanded, pushing to her feet.
“Watch your mouth, Lis,” Carlisle snapped without turning away from Kieron. “Or you’ll play even harder into his game. He’s trying to divide us, to make us forget that we’re waiting for a transmission from his people.” All three of the others suddenly turned and stared at the radio like they’d forgotten it was even there. “Exactly,” Carlisle went on. “It’s been, what, two minutes now, Trapper?”
“Closer to three,” he said. He pushed to his feet and backed away from Kieron, keeping his weapon up.
Shit. Kieron could have attacked then, but there was still a chance he could get out of this without bloodshed. Four against one was bad odds. “Listen,” he said, raising his hands carefully so everyone could see them. “I’m not here to cause anyone harm. You’re the ones who played that game first, if you remember.”
“Yeah, then you turned out to be some sort of crazy badass who even makes the boss nervous,” Trapper said. “No way we’re dealing with you now. I say we shoot him and dump the body.”
“Seconded,” Alissa immediately said. Doubles just blinked and looked like he wanted to shrink in on himself.
“Your people haven’t checked in,” Carlisle noted. “I think you’re lying about them being out there, Desfontaines. And if you’re lying about that, then you could be lying about everything.” She pulled her own gun, and Kieron bit back a curse. “Too bad.”
Time to go nuclear. “My battery pack is set to explode.”
There was a collective blink. “What?” Alissa asked after a second.
“The uranium battery pack in my environmental array. It’s rigged to blow the second my vitals stop transmitting to it.”
Alissa, Trapper, and Doubles all looked dumbfounded. Carlisle, on the other hand, looked oddly satisfied.
“What the fuck?” Trapper exclaimed. “That’s bullshit.”
“Check for the signal if you don’t believe me. You’ll pick it up.” Blobby could take care of that, Kieron was certain.
“It’s like you wanted to be caught,” Doubles said with a whine.
“I didn’t want anything to do with any of you.” Truer words were never spoken. “You forced this. Now, you can either be patient and wait a little longer to hear back from my people,” and I can work on my next backup plan, “or you can disrupt my vital signs and blow yourselves, and your ship, sky-high.”
Carlisle began to speak, but a new voice cut through the tension and broke it to pieces. “Kee? Is that you?”
Kieron grinned and flicked the microphone switch. “Hey, Lizzie. It’s me.”