tz.cobra strike-第40部分
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Without warning the door swung open； causing Rynstadt to jerk against his restraints。 Two of the four interrogators entered and stepped over to him。 For a moment they stared down at him； Rynstadt forcing himself to return their gaze。 Then； still wordlessly； they bent down and began unstrapping him。 Here it es； Rynstadt thought； steeling himself。 The torture chamber had been readied； and he was about to find out what they'd e up with。
The Qasamans finished their task； but even as Rynstadt uncramped his legs and got them under him the men turned and left。 The door banged shut； and he was left standing there； alone。
It made no sense to his befuddled mind； but they didn't give him time to wonder。 〃Rynstadt/〃 a hidden speaker boomed； 〃your panions have bargained for your release。 You will be allowed to eat and drink and then be taken to city's edge。〃
The speaker went off with a loud click； and simultaneously a slot in the base of the door opened and a steaming tray was pushed through。
None of this made any sense； either。 What did the Dewdrop have to bargain with that the Qasamans would consider worth Rynstadt's life？ But at the sight of the food； one clear thought cut through the confusion in his mind。
Poison。
The stew and hot berry juice were poisoned 。。。 and he would soon tell them anything they wanted to know in exchange for the antidote。 Or else he really was being released； in which case he'd be dead before the Dewdrop cleared the system； in a final act of Qasaman vengeance。
His stomach rumbled； reminding him he hadn't eaten since lunch in Huriseem； a medium…sized eternity ago 。。。 and on closer examination； poisoning him did seem a little melodramatic。
Again his stomach growled。 Suppose he simply refused to eat？ If the food was indeed safe； probably nothing； except that he'd go hungry。 If it was poisoned 。。。 presumably they'd e and hypospray the stuff into him。
Walking over to the tray； he picked it up and sniffed cautiously at the bowl and mug。 He'd had the stew and juice several times before during the contact team's tour； and both smelled just the way he remembered。 For a long moment he was tempted 。。。 but if there was really a chance for freedom； he'd be foolish to take even slim risks。 〃Thanks；〃 he called to the hidden mike as he set the tray back on the floor by the slot； 〃but I'm not hungry right now。〃
He held his breath。 If the Qasaman voice sounded angry or annoyed 。。。 〃Very well；〃 the other said simply。 The slot opened again； and Rynstadt glanced down to see a hand snare the tray and pull it back out of sight。
A shiny hand。
A hand encased in a surgeon's glove。
The slot cover slid back in place； and Rynstadt walked back to the chair； feeling cold all over。 Poison； for sure…but not in the food。 On the tray。 Mixed with a contact absorption enhancer and spread on the tray。
And now it was on his hands 。。。 and in his blood。
He sat down； legs trembling with reaction。 He was； then； being released…there was no need for such an elaborate subterfuge if the poison was just part of his interrogation。 Released…and simultaneously mur…dured。 Melodramatic or not…barbaric or not…they had opted for vengeance。
Was there any chance at all of ing through this alive？ Perhaps； but only if the Qasamans had timed their dosage so as to let the Dewdrop get a good distance away before their treachery became known。 How long？ One hour？ Two？ Twelve？
There was no way to know。 But the fact that he knew he'd been poisoned gave Telek and the medical analyzers aboard ship the maximum time to identify and counteract the specific toxin used on him。
e on； he urged the Dewdrop silently。 Get me the hett out of here。 In the meantime 。。。 letting his body slump in the chair； he consciously slowed his breathing。 The slower the metabolism； in theory； the slower the poison would be absorbed into his tissues。
And he settled back to wait。
The distinctive whine of gravity lifts； faint even in his enhanced hearing； finally dragged Justin from his sleep。 For a moment he lay quietly in the tall grass； reorienting himself； allowing the bitter memories to return。 Then； carefully； he raised his head。
The motion drew an involuntary hiss between his teeth； he'd forgotten all the places his body ached。 But the sight in the northern sky drove all such considerations into the background。 Against the blazing stars of Qasama's night a hazy reddish oval was drifting。
The Dewdrop was making a break for it。
He watched the haze for a long minute； teeth clamped together as he tried not to cry。 They were leaving。 Without him。 Without Cerenkov and Rynstadt； as well？ Probably。 There was no way to know for sure； but Telek had counted on him to rescue them； and his failure probably meant they were all marooned。
Marooned。
Automatically； as if trying to insulate itself from the emotional shock； his mind began tracing out his options。 He could escape into the forest； living off the wild game there； and hope he could hold out until the military expedition that would surely follow。 Or he could try to find a village that would trade his Cobra skills for sanctuary from the central authorities。 Or…
Or he could just stay here in the grass until he died。 It all amounted to that in the end。
It was only then that the realization broke through to him that the Dewdrop was moving too slowly。
Much too slowly。 They crippled it； was his first； awful thought 。。。 but if the grav lifts had been damaged F'ahl should have kicked in the main drive by now to assist。 No； something else was happening 。。。 and abruptly； he understood。
They were flying low and slow on purpose。 Looking for him。 He'd rolled over on his back in an instant； glancing toward the city as he lifted his left leg； but not really caring if anyone there spotted his signal。 In a few minutes the Dewdrop would be here 。。。 and after his moments of despair the promise of rescue was flooding his mind and body with adrenaline…fueled determination。 Let the Qasamans e for him now…let the whole city get in his way if they wanted to。
Targeting the Dewdrop； he fired his antiarmor laser three times。
Thirty kilometers away； the ship's hull would barely register the heat of those shots； but for the watchers aboard； the flashes of light should be impossible to miss。 Assuming someone was watching。
And apparently they were。 From the front…inside of the red oval the Dewdrop's landing lights flicked twice in acknowledgment。 Shifting to a crouch； Justin got ready to move； keeping alert for trouble from the city。
It took the Dewdrop a few minutes to e to ground…and it did so； inexplicably； a good kilometer north。 Justin briefly considered signaling again； decided it would be safer to just go to it； and set off in a crouching run。
No one opened fire before he reached the ship。 Link was waiting by the open hatchway as he came up； and favored the younger man with a tight smile。 〃Wele back；〃 he said； gripping Justin's hand briefly。 He gave the other a fast once…over before returning his eyes to the city。 〃You've never seen a group of people so happy as when we saw your signal。〃
〃I was happy enough for all of you put together；〃 Justin told him； following Link's gaze。 A half…dozen cars and a bus could be seen approaching from city's edge。 〃Looks like a good time to get out of here。〃
Link shook his head。 〃They're bringing Yuri and Marck…Almo struck a deal for their release。〃
〃What kind of deal？〃 Justin frowned。
〃A sort of promise not to tear up their industrial base before we go。〃 Link glanced at the other。 〃Why don't you go inside； get any injuries seen to。 I can handle this。〃
〃Well 。。。 all right。〃 Something about this felt wrong； but for the moment Justin couldn't figure out what。 Turning； he stepped into the hatch and sprung the inner door…and walked straight into his brother's arms。
For a minute they just held each other…the man who'd done his job； Justin thought bitterly； and the man who hadn't。
But for the moment his shame was swallowed up in the relief of being safe again。
Joshua released him and stepped back； still gripping his brother's shoulders。 〃You hurt anywhere？〃
〃I'm fine；〃 Justin shook his head。 〃What's happened since I left？〃
Joshua glanced toward the hatch。 〃Let's get to the lounge where we can watch that convoy；〃 he suggested。 〃I can give you a fast rundown on the way。〃
They reached the lounge a minute later to find Nnamdi and Christopher gazing at the outside monitors； the scientists〃 greetings muted by their attention being elsewhere。 That suited Justin； he'd already had more of a hero's wele than he properly deserved。 〃Where's the governor？〃 he asked Joshua as they took seats in front of another screen。
〃Back in sick bay with Michael。 She should be back by the time the others get here。 And Almo's outside； behind the front landing spotlights； where he can back up Dorjay if the Qasamans make any trouble。〃
〃But they won't；〃 Nnamdi spoke up。 〃They've made their deal； and it's a fair one。 And we've already seen they follow through on their promises。〃
Justin snorted。 〃Like with that fake explosive collar？〃
All eyes turned to him。 〃What do you mean； fake？〃 Christopher asked。
〃I mean they suckered us royally。 Those cylinders held cameras and recorders； not explosives。 They let Joshua e in so that they could get a quick look inside the Dewdrop。〃
Christopher swore under his breath。 〃But then they must have seen you two switch places。 My God…you're lucky you got out alive after that。〃
Some of the burden seemed to lift from Justin's conscience。 Seen in that light； perhaps he hadn't done such a bad job； after all。
The convoy outside had halted a hundred meters from the Dewdrop and a crowd of Qasamans was forming around the vehicles when Telek reappeared in the lounge。 〃Justin； glad you made it；〃 she said distractedly as she leaned over Christopher's shoulder。 〃Any sign of them yet？〃
〃I don't see them；〃 he replied。 〃They're probably in the bus off to one side； there。〃 He pointed； and as if on cue； two figures emerged from the vehicle； struggling a bit as they plowed through the knee…high grass。
Cerenkov and Rynstadt。
The edge of the crowd withdrew a bit as the two men passed on their way to the Dewdrop。 〃Watch for dr
