Part 5 (2/2)

Topaz strode grimly on through squalid streets and filthy back alleys until finally she came to the Redlance tavern. It looked like any other tavern in any other street; a small, nondescript building with a single flickering oil lamp to mark the swinging sign above its door. The stonework was discoloured and pitted from long exposure to snow and fog, and the two small windows were both securely shuttered.

Just another tavern . . . but the Redlance's door gave it away. Seven feet high and four feet wide, the huge slab of ironwood was studded with intricate patterns of gleaming steel. The Redlance's door was designed to keep people out, and it did so very efficiently. Topaz stood before the door a moment, and then struck it once with her fist. There was a barely perceptible hum as the minicamera over the door swivelled to look down at her.

”You know who I am,” said Topaz. ”Open the door.”

There was a long pause, and then the door swung slowly open and Topaz entered the tavern. A deafening roar hit her like a fist as she stepped inside, and the stale air was thick with smoke and sweat.

Topaz stood at the top of the narrow stairway leading down into the tavern, and looked out over the packed crowd in search of the man she'd come to see.

The constant noise broke against the bare stone walls, which threw it back again. Laughter, insults, and the cries of bravos nerving themselves to fight mixed one with the other in an unrelenting a.s.sault on the hearing. Men and women from all ranks and stations stood side by side, drinking too much and laughing too loudly. An average night for the Redlance. Topaz moved slowly down the stairway, keeping one hand on the b.u.t.t of her gun under cover of her cloak. No one paid her any attention beyond a brief, sideways glance; in a place like the Redlance everyone was careful to mind their own business. Topaz stopped halfway down the stairs and frowned thoughtfully. There was no trace of Sterling. Topaz considered searching through the crowd for him, but immediately discarded the idea. She wasn't in the mood for a slow, polite line of enquiry. She made her way with careful grace down the remaining stone steps, worn down and polished by countless booted feet, and headed through the milling crowd to the bar at the rear of the tavern. Everyone made way for her without having to be asked. They knew who she was. A few men looked as though they might object to her presence, but one look at her cold determined face was enough to convince them not to press the point.

On reaching the bar, Topaz glanced unhurriedly about her until she spotted Pieter Gaunt, the owner of the Redlance. Gaunt was tall and muscular, with a shock of dark curls surrounding a bland, amiable face.

His clothes tried hard to be fas.h.i.+onable, and almost made it. He was at least fifty, but looked thirty from a distance. He was known to have murdered seven men, three with his bare hands, and rumour put the count much higher. He made some of his money from drugs and prost.i.tution, for old times' sake, but most of his income came from the acquiring and selling of information. Topaz's mouth twitched. Gaunt was about to undergo a new experience: the giving away of information for free. She loosened her sword in its scabbard and made her way through the crowd towards him. At the last moment, a large and extremely muscular bodyguard stepped forward to block her way. His right hand hovered over a sheathed short-sword, and his left hand held a spiked knuckle-duster.

”I'm here to see Gaunt,” said Topaz, raising her voice to be heard over the din.

The bodyguard shook his head, and lifted the knuckleduster to hold it in front of her face. He grinned suddenly, and slowly brought the spikes closer to her skin. Topaz kneed him in the groin, waited for him to bend forward, and then rabbit-punched him. The bodyguard collapsed on the floor and lay very still. A woman nearby screamed suddenly, but Topaz was already turning to face the second bodyguard. If anything, he was even bigger than the first, and he carried his sword like he knew how to use it. Topaz drew her disrupter and shot him through the chest. The vivid energy beam ripped through him in a split second, and rushed on to blast a wide crater in the wall behind him. The bodyguard fell dead to the floor, smoke rising gently from the charred wound in his chest. The Redlance was suddenly quiet, the only sound a low whisper that ran swiftly through the watching crowd.

Energy gun . . . energy gun . . .

Topaz looked at Gaunt, and smiled slowly. It wasn't a pleasant sight, but Gaunt didn't flinch. He stepped forward to join her, being careful to keep his hands away from his sides and not make any sudden movements. Close up, his bland and amiable features fooled no one. His eyes were dark and cunning, and a feeling of overt menace hung about him, like the scent of freshly spilled blood.

”That's two good men you've just killed,” he said quietly, his voice pleasant and a.s.sured. ”They'll be expensive to replace. I trust you had a good reason for killing them.”

”I had to get your attention,” said Topaz. ”I'm looking for someone. You know where he is.”

Gaunt shook his head. ”I don't betray people to the Watch. It's bad for business.”

”I don't want him for the Watch. I want him for myself.”

Gaunt studied her thoughtfully, taking in her Investigator's robe and cloak. He shrugged. ”Give me the name.”

”Sterling, Starport security. Ex-gladiator.”

”I know him. Wait here and I'll bring him to you.”

Topaz nodded curtly, her eyes colder than the Mistport night. Gaunt turned and walked away, and the crowd silently made way for him. He finally disappeared through a door behind the bar, and Topaz was left alone with the packed, unmoving crowd. She swept her gaze across them, and they stared warily back, their eyes dark with barely suppressed hate and fear and suspicion. Someone stirred to Topaz's left, and she lifted her right hand slightly to bring her gun into clear view. The stirring subsided, and the long silence continued. Topaz had the feeling of being alone in a strange forest, surrounded by angry and dangerous animals. A slight smile touched her mouth at the aptness of the comparison, and then she thought of Sterling, and the smile vanished. The door behind the bar swung open and Gaunt came out, followed by Sterling. Topaz nodded calmly when she saw the scarred face, and switched the gun to her left hand. Sterling and Gaunt came out from behind the bar, and Topaz drew her sword.

”Sterling,” she said harshly, her voice ringing on the quiet, ”I have come for you.”

Sterling stopped a good ten feet away and studied her warily. ”So you're Topaz,” he said finally. ”I always thought you'd be taller.”

Topaz just looked at him, and said nothing. Sterling glanced round the watching crowd, as though looking for sympathy or support, but whatever he found in their faces didn't seem to rea.s.sure him. He looked quickly at Pieter Gaunt.

”Are you going to let her do this? Just walk into your place and take one of your people away?”

”You're not one of mine,” said Gaunt calmly. ”If you don't want to go with her, that's up to you.” He looked at the crowd. ”Make some room.”

The throng of patrons fell back at his quiet command, forming a wide circle around Topaz and Sterling.

Gaunt stepped quickly back into the crowd as Topaz moved slowly forward. Sterling backed cautiously away. He drew a long, gleaming scimitar from the scabbard on his hip, and then drew a disrupter from a concealed shoulder holster. He slapped the inside of his left wrist against his hip, and a yard-wide square of glowing light appeared on his left arm: a force s.h.i.+eld. Topaz smiled grimly and activated her own force s.h.i.+eld. The two s.h.i.+elds hummed quietly on the silence as the two combatants slowly circled each other.

Topaz moved gracefully, confidently, running the simple rules of combat through her mind.A gun takes at least two minutes to recharge between each shot. A force s.h.i.+eld is only good for ten minutes'

continuous use; after that, the crystal needs half an hour to recharge before it can be used again.

A s.h.i.+eld will stop a sword, but reflects a gun. A sword never needs recharging.

Sterling cut at Topaz's throat with his scimitar, and she caught it easily on her s.h.i.+eld. She swept her sword out in a long arc for his gut, and he brought his s.h.i.+eld down just in time to block it. Their swords flashed crimson and gold in the lamplight as they circled each other, searching out strengths and weaknesses, looking always for the opening that would let them use their guns. Hit the s.h.i.+eld at the wrong angle, and the energy beam would come right back at you. And if you found an opening and missed, the odds were you'd never get a second chance. Unfortunately, a moving target is very hard to hit when you have to watch out for a sword as well.

Topaz and Sterling cut and parried, thrust and recovered, their swords meeting and flying apart in a flurry of sparks. The two s.h.i.+elds slammed together again and again, static sparking between them where the two energy fields met. Sterling used all his old gladiator's tricks, plus a few new ones he'd picked up in Mistport, but to no avail. Topaz might not be his better with the sword, but she was strong and fast and tireless, driven by some inner demon, while he . . . had got soft. His breathing grew harsh and ragged, and sweat ran down his forehead to sting his eyes. His sword grew heavier with every blow, and his arms and back ached unmercifully.I should have shot her from cover when I had the chance , he thought bitterly.Who would have thought the b.i.t.c.h would be this good a fighter? And still they circled each other, swords probing and cutting and thrusting in a never-ending rhythm. Sterling glared at the face before him, cold and savage and pitiless, and a slow fear ate at his heart.

And finally he made a mistake, his first and his last. He leant too far forward in a lunge, and couldn't pull back in time. Topaz's sword flashed down to sink deep into his thigh, cutting clean through to the bone and flying out again in a flurry of blood. Sterling screamed and fell full-length on the floor as his leg collapsed beneath him. His s.h.i.+eld flickered and went out. He lifted his gun for a last desperate shot, and Topaz leant quickly forward and slammed down her force s.h.i.+eld. The razor-sharp edge of the energy field cut cleanly through his wrist, severing his hand and cauterizing the stump in the same moment.

Sterling screamed again, and fainted. Topaz stepped back and looked about her to see if anyone cared to dispute her win. n.o.body did. She turned back to Sterling, then quickly lifted her gun to cover Gaunt as he reached for the disrupter Sterling had dropped.

”Don't try it,” said Topaz. ”Don't even think about it.”

”Of course,” said Gaunt. ”The spoils of war.” He straightened up and stepped back into the crowd.

Topaz sheathed her sword, and bent warily down to retrieve the gun. She shoved it into her belt, straightened up, and then glared coldly at the unconscious ex-gladiator.

”Wake him up,” she said curtly to Gaunt.

Gaunt nodded to his bartender, who produced a bucket of soapy water from behind the bar. Gaunt took the bucket and emptied it over Sterling. He came to in a rush, coughing and spluttering. Topaz turned off her force s.h.i.+eld and holstered her gun. Then, taking the front of Sterling's tunic in one hand, she hauled him to his feet and slammed him back against the bar. She pinned his legs with her body and then slowly increased the pressure of her arm, pus.h.i.+ng his chest steadily back until Sterling thought his spine would break. He lifted his arms to try and stop her, and then nearly pa.s.sed out again when he saw the blackened stump of his left arm. Topaz pushed her face close to his, and Sterling trembled at the cold implacable anger he saw there.

”Who killed my husband, Sterling? Tell me his name.”

”I don't know his name,” Sterling muttered, and then he gasped as Topaz increased the pressure on his chest. ”My back! You're breaking my back!”

”Tell me his name. Tell me who murdered my husband.”

”Taylor knows! Ask him! He was my partner, he knows all the names. I just followed his orders.”

”And where do I find this Taylor?” asked Topaz. She smiled humourlessly as Sterling hesitated, and the muscles in her arm bunched and corded as she bent him back a little further. Sterling's face contorted in agony.

”Taylor's a Hadenman. Works for Mistport security, like me. He knows who killed your husband. Ask him!”

”And there's nothing more you can tell me?”

”Nothing! I swear it!”

”I think I believe you,” said Topaz. ”Which is unfortunate, for you.”

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