Abaddon's Gate (Page 84)
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The restraints opened under Ashford’s attack, the Velcro ripping. Pain lanced through Bull’s neck like someone was pushing a screwdriver into his back. He tried to push the captain away, but there was nothing to grab hold of. His knuckles cracked against something hard: the table, the wall, something else. He couldn’t say what. People around him were shouting. His balance felt profoundly wrong, the dead weight of his body flowing limp and useless in the empty air, but tugged at by the tubes and the catheters.
When the world made sense again, he was at a forty-degree angle above the table, his head pointing down. Pa and Macondo were gripping Ashford’s arms, the captain’s hands bent into claws. Serge was bunched against the wall, ready to launch but not sure what direction he should go.
Doctor Sterling appeared at his side, gathering his legs and drawing him quickly and professionally back toward the bed.
“Could we please not assault the patient with the crushed spinal cord,” she said as she did, “because this makes me very uncomfortable.”
Another vicious flare of pain, hot and sharp and evil, ran through Bull’s neck and upper back as she strapped him down. One of the tubes was floating free, blood and a bit of flesh adhering to its end. He didn’t know what part of his body it had come out of. Pa was looking at him, and he kept his voice calm.
“We’ve already screwed up twice. We came through the Ring, and we let soldiers go on the station. We won’t get a third. We can get everyone together, and we can get them out of here.”
“That’s dangerous talk, mister,” Ashford spat.
“I can’t be captain,” Bull said. “Even if I wasn’t stuck in this bed, I’m an Earther. There has to be a Belter in charge. Fred was right about that.”
Ashford pulled his arms free of Pa and Macondo, plucked his sleeves back into trim, and steadied himself against the wall.
“Doctor, place Mister Baca in a medical coma. That is a direct order.”
“Serge,” Bull said. “I need you to take Captain Ashford into custody, and I need you to do it now.”
No one moved. Serge scratched his neck, the sounds of fingernails against stubble louder than anything in the room. Pa’s gaze locked in the middle distance, her face sour and angry. Ashford’s eyes narrowed, cutting over toward her. When she spoke, her voice was dead and joyless.
“Serge. You heard what the chief said.”
Ashford gathered himself to launch for Pa, but Serge already had a restraining hand on the captain’s shoulder.
“This is mutiny,” Ashford said. “There’ll be a reckoning for this.”
“You need to come with us now,” Serge said. Macondo took Ashford’s other arm and put it in an escort hold, and the three of them left together. Pa stayed against the wall, held steady by a strap, while the doctor, tutting and muttering under her breath, replaced the catheters and checked the monitors and tubes attached to his skin. For the most part, he didn’t feel it.
When she was done, the doctor left the room. The door slid closed behind her. For almost a minute, neither of them spoke.
“Guess your opinion on mutiny changed,” Bull said.
“Apparently,” Pa said, and sighed. “He’s not thinking straight. And he’s drinking too much.”
“He made the decision that brought us all here. He can sign his name to all the corpses on all those ships.”
“I don’t think he sees it that way,” Pa said. And then, “But I think he’s putting a lot of effort into not seeing it that way. And he’s slipping. I don’t think… I don’t think he’s well.”
“It’d be easier if he had an accident,” Bull said.
Pa managed a smile. “I haven’t changed that much, Mister Baca.”
“Didn’t figure. But I had to say it,” he said.
“Let’s focus on getting everyone safe, and then getting everyone home,” she said. “It was a nice career while it lasted. I’m sorry it’s ending this way.”
“Maybe it is,” Bull said. “But did you come out here to win medals or to do the right thing?”
Pa’s smile was thin.
“I’d hoped for both,” she said.
“Nothing wrong with a little optimism, long as it doesn’t set policy,” he said. “I’m going to keep on getting everyone on the Behemoth.”
“No weapons but ours,” she said. “We keep taking all comers, but not if it means having an armed force on the ship.”
“Already done,” Bull said.
Pa closed her eyes. It was easy to forget how much younger than him she was. This wasn’t her first tour, but it could have been her second. Bull tried to imagine what he’d have felt like, still half a kid, throwing his commanding officer into the brig. Scared as hell, probably.
“You did the right thing,” he said.
“You’d have to say that. I backed your play.”
Bull nodded. “I did the right thing. Thank you for supporting me, Captain. Please know that I’ll be returning that favor as long as you sit in the big chair.”
“We aren’t friends,” she said
“Don’t have to be, so long as we get the job done.”
Chapter Thirty: Holden
T
he marines weren’t gentle, but they were professional. Holden had seen Martian powered armor used by a recon marine before. As they moved back through the caverns and tunnels of the station, Holden in thick foam restraints slung across one soldier’s back like a piece of equipment, he was aware of how much danger he was in. The men and women in the suits had just watched one of their own be killed and eaten by an alien, they were deep within territory as threatening and unfamiliar as anything he could imagine, and the odds were better than even that they were all blaming him for it. That he wasn’t dead already spoke to discipline, training, and a professionalism he would have respected even if his life hadn’t depended on it.
Whatever frequencies they were speaking on he didn’t have access to, so the furtive journey from the display chamber or whatever it had been back to the surface all happened in eerie silence as far as he was concerned. He kept hoping to catch a glimpse of Miller. Instead, they passed by the insectile machines, now as still as statues, and over the complex turf. He thought he could see something like a pattern in the waves and ripples that passed along the walls and floor, complicated and beautiful as raindrops falling on the surface of a lake, or music. It didn’t comfort him.
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