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The ship still had power and air, but the drive wasn’t on and no one was opening a door or walking or talking. The cramps that followed the first kick almost made her pass out. And again, until the door was so bent that the three hinges and the locking bolt were the only points of contact between it and the frame. The comm station was unmanned, powered down, and locked. A red light on the lock panel showed that the room had been sealed from the inside. Once, it had been packed with people, supplies, schematics, machines, environment bubbles, and hope.
And one last time, so that it bent far enough that the bolt was no longer seated in the hasp and the door swung free. The few sensor logs that still streamed showed no sign of the A new dread knotted her gut. She thought again about radiation and major failures. Just under twenty million people lived on the moons of Saturn now.
It wasn’t an uncommon injury among people with the dangerous job of cutting and moving zero-g icebergs, and Paj was taking the whole thing with the fatalism of a professional. Just wearing their fancy arm probably turns you into an asshole,” Paj said. Ade sat at a pair of screens only slightly larger than a hand terminal, graphs of the efficiency and output of the ’s reactor and engine updating in the corners, raw logs spooling on the right as the systems reported in. If Captain Mc Dowell left the command and control deck, it would alert her so she could turn the music off and look busy when he arrived. Except for the slightly oversized captain’s display, required by Captain Mc Dowell’s failing eyesight and general distrust of corrective surgery, it could have been an accounting firm’s back room. “It’s next to a charted non-Belt asteroid,” Mc Dowell said. Assuming…” The law of the solar system was unequivocal. “It’s a little-lost-daughter case,” Captain Shaddid said. Maokwik might not have been one of the top ten corporations in the Belt, but it was certainly in the upper fifty.
Holden leaned over Shed’s shoulder to watch as the tech plucked one of the medical maggots out of dead tissue. Then he added, “Oh, uh, no offense, XO.” “None taken. She wore thick headphones that covered her ears, the faint thump of the bass line barely escaping. Her petty hedonism was only one of a thousand things that made Ade attractive to Holden. You’ve got a cute butt, and you’re fun in the sack. Another run, maybe two, and I’m gone.” “I’m not chained to this ship either.” Her laughter was equal parts warmth and disbelief. The air smelled of cleaning astringent and someone’s overly strong yerba maté tea. In an environment as hostile to life as space, the aid and goodwill of your fellow humans wasn’t optional. The tunnel outside was white where it wasn’t grimy. “You’ll still have the Ceres assignments you have now. “Ariadne and Jules-Pierre Mao.” The names rang a bell. Originally, it had been a legal firm involved in the epic failure of the Venusian cloud cities.
” Amos Burton, Naomi’s earthborn assistant, yelled from across the bay. At the central lift, Holden held his finger briefly over the button for the navigation deck, tempted by the prospect of Ade Tukunbo—her smile, her voice, the patchouli-and-vanilla scent she used in her hair—but pressed the button for the infirmary instead. Shed Garvey, the medical tech, was hunched over his lab table, debriding the stump of Cameron Paj’s left arm, when Holden walked in. Shed’s been tellin’ me about how the prosthetic is gonna hook up to it.” “Assuming we can keep the necrosis under control,” the medic said, “and make sure Paj doesn’t heal up too much before we get to Ceres. The inner planets have a new biogel that regrows the limb, but that isn’t covered in our medical plan.” “Fuck the Inners, and fuck their magic Jell-O. “I can buck ice one-handed better than half the skags you’ve got on this bitch.” “Again,” Holden said, suppressing a grin, “good to know. The navigation station of the didn’t dress to impress. Her fingers cupped his neck for a moment, then pulled him away. “Jim,” she said, and the shipwide comm system clicked on. He swooped in, kissed her cheek, and headed back for the central lift, quietly hoping that Captain Mc Dowell suffered boils and public humiliation for his lousy timing. Mc Dowell cracked his knuckles and stared at his display. There’s nothing else out here for millions of kilometers.” “Maybe they pulled over because someone had to go potty. This is a favor someone down on Earth is doing for a shareholder.” “We’re doing favors for shareholders now? Whatever this was, Shaddid was keeping it off the common network.
A month earlier, Paj had gotten his elbow pinned by a thirty-ton block of ice moving at five millimeters a second. I checked the policy, and Paj here’s been signed on long enough to get one with force feedback, pressure and temperature sensors, fine-motor software. I’d rather have a good Belter-built fake than anything those bastards grow in a lab. The great wall-sized displays Holden had imagined when he’d first volunteered for the navy did exist on capital ships but, even there, more as an artifact of design than need. “Holden to the bridge,” Captain Mc Dowell said, his voice compressed and echoing. The bridge was hardly larger than Holden’s quarters and smaller by half than the galley. The light from the screen gave him an odd greenish cast. All we have is that some knucklehead is out there, blasting an emergency signal, and we’re the closest. A new file tree, labeled , appeared on his readout.
If she got the attention of the kidnappers, maybe they would just take her to the others. She thought about what to say, how to present herself. The pirates or slavers or whatever they were had dragged them off the little transport ship that had been her home, and down a docking tube without even minimal environment suits. hundred and fifty years before, when the parochial disagreements between Earth and Mars had been on the verge of war, the Belt had been a far horizon of tremendous mineral wealth beyond viable economic reach, and the outer planets had been beyond even the most unrealistic corporate dream.Leviathan Wakes is the breakneck science fiction adventure that launched the epic bestselling Expanse series.The Expanse Leviathan Wakes Caliban's War Abaddon's Gate Cibola Burn Nemesis Games Babylon's Ashes Persepolis Rising The Expanse Short Fiction The Butcher of Anderson Station Gods of Risk The Churn The Vital Abyss had been taken eight days ago, and Julie Mao was finally ready to be shot.She had to work hard not to gulp it down and make herself vomit. Dave, who collected clips from old cartoons and knew a million jokes, begging in a small broken voice. Hydraulics and locking bolts clicked as the inner airlock door opened. When the attackers came aboard, they could play innocent. There weren’t the questions about cargo or permits.When the urge to urinate returned, she pulled the catheter bag out of the suit and relieved herself into it. The invaders had come in like they owned the place, and Captain Darren had rolled over like a dog.