Traveller T20: Tales of the Bray Keaven [Updated 12-20-05]

Broccli_Head said:
Love watching you and your fellow players and their Gunboat Diplomacy. Do you think it's because T20 combat is so deadly that they resort to talking things through first and then intimidation before a shot is fired?
Thanks. And yes, I do think the lethality of combat -- as well as the consequences of dealing with authorities -- causes us to be a little more careful than in, say, D&D or even Cyberpunk (another scifi game system I've played extensively in which players tend to shoot first and think about consequences afterwards). Of course, that gets us into a bit of a problem in a later adventure. :)
 

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Chapter XXXI

Date: 124-993
Place: Kingan, King George's Land, Alief

In the morning, Vasilii places a call to the King Sour Bottling Plant in Kingan and arranges a 10 a.m. tour. Arranging the tour ends up being pretty easy once Vasilii communicates that he is from offworld and might be interested in exporting some of the soda. Vasilii is quickly passed onto John Gibson, the VP of the plant who offers to give the tour himself.

Arriving at the plant, the foursome is met by John Gibson, a large, balding, and very cheerful fellow with a penchant for expansive gestures. He cheerfully leads the four around the plant and points out various features. The plant produces quite a large number of cans and bottles of King Sour every day, but he points out that the plant could operate on double or triple shifts if there were enough demand.

"In fact," he says, "we were working on double shifts a few months ago in preparation for the government giveaway. The poor guys were working their hearts out, so they really were happy to get that week of vacation from upper management. I know that I appreciated that week off to go visit my family.

"It’s really a shame that this plague and war have started. I’ve heard that our government agents have discovered evidence that Wirral and Coventry created the plague and were about to attack us with dispersal artillery shells and sprayers! It's a good thing that our scientists were able to discover a test so quickly and have some antivirals that work. In any case, I hope that peace comes quickly so that we can really get back to business!"

During the tour, all four members of the crew are looking around to see if there is anything that looks odd or suspicious. Unfortunately, they don’t notice anything. Ian and Swann look for security devices, and note the type and locations of each. They also take note of entrances/exits and the layout of the facility. Ian and Swann note a couple of security cameras near the entrances, but that’s about it. The security appears to be pretty minimal. There are three personnel entrances on the west, south, and east sides, and a loading dock and personnel entrance on the north side. There is a rentacop type security guard at the plant entrance, but they don't notice another guard (at least during the day). The fences are chain-link with barbed wire on top.

Arriving back at his office, John Gibson offers refreshments (King Sour, of course), and then asks, "So, gentlemen. What else can I do for you? Do you think that we can set up a deal to export some of this excellent drink?"

Vasilii sips his refreshment, and smiles at Mr. Gibson. "Quite a nice tour, thank you.

"Now, I think this would be a very nice export item for your country. Do you have production numbers as to what your current output is in relation to consumption? If my company decides to export this item, we’d be looking at approximately 130-260 dtons of product per month."

"What was that? We could easily produce that much King Sour for export. Our plant was built with extra capacity in mind, and we are only running single shifts now anyway."

Vasilii continues in this vein, drawing the VP out as to production numbers, scheduling, quality control, and target dates. After about 10 minutes of this, he glances over at the rest of the party. "I’m sorry, surely this isn’t interesting to you. Step outside and stretch your legs, I’ll be fine here," he says with an absentminded wave towards the door.

Turning back to Mr. Gibson, Vasilii smiles and continues right back into the same information, particularly the quality control procedures, trying to discover if the cans and bottles are stamped or marked in any way with production dates and other information.

"We spot test cans and formula at each step along the process," Mr. Gibson says. "We have never had a problem with dissatisfaction with our product except for a couple of diehards who were convinced that the giveaway product didn’t taste the same as our standard product. I can’t believe that because we automatically stamp our cans with plant IDs and manufacturing dates."

Vasilii tells the VP that he’s interested in samples for his final report. Any will do, but the story he told about the government giveaway had a nice human-interest point of view that would help him sell the product. If he has any of that lot left over, Vasilii would love to have a can or two for the
samples.


"I’m sorry, I’m pretty sure that we don’t have any of the giveaway cans left. We do have some of the case boxes left, and I’d love to give you a case of those. The cans themselves were not any different from the other cans that we produce. Well, except for the manufacturing date. The giveaway cans probably would have been marked something like 993-020 to 993-030."

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After Swann, Ian and Saro step outside the office, Swann looks around to make sure no one can overhear them. He steps close to the other two and says in a soft voice, "I have a feeling the government pulled out everything we’re looking for during that ‘vacation’ a few weeks back. Our best bet here is going to be the clinic, and possibly tracking down a can left over from the giveaway."

Gibson’s office is in a sound proofed administrative area towards the front of the building on the ground floor. Ian and Swann wander towards the back of the administrative area and through a door without being stopped. The two spend about 10 minutes just observing the production of the King Sour cans. They don’t see anything noteworthy other than that the workers seem really pretty happy. "Maybe they’re drugging the water supply, too," Swann jokes.

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Gibson insists on taking the group out to a nearby restaurant for delicious lunch, ruining Swann’s plans to grab lunch near the clinic so he could observe it. After lunch, Gibson takes the group back to the plant where he loads them down with a case of King Sour case boxes and several cases of free samples of recent manufacture.

In the afternoon, the quartet splits up a bit. Saro drops off Swann and Ian to observe the clinic. Then he and Vasilii go to a nearby park to talk to some pre–teens who are hanging out there.

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Swann and Ian notice that there isn’t much in terms of security for the clinic. It’s really just a small storefront type clinic in a strip shopping center. Entering the building from the back looks like it would be relatively simple. There doesn’t seem to be a security guard posted during the day.

Swann says, "Ian, keep a lookout while I try to get a closer look at the clinic’s back door. I’m not going to try to break in, just take a couple of slow walks past, to see what I can see."

"No problem." Ian finds a location where he can watch and not be too conspicuous.

Swann tries to determine what type of locks are on the back of the building. He also looks for any signs of a security system. The clinic’s backside is much like that of the small stores that share the strip shopping center. There is a rolling delivery door and a standard metal door with a peephole but no window. There does appear to be a security camera mounted on a nearby wall to cover both doors. He tries to keep his face turned away from the camera.

Just to be thorough, Swann will take a look at the front door of the clinic, to see what type of locks, alarms, and security it has. The front door is a simple, mostly glass affair with a lock. Inside the door is the standard entry area with another door. There appears to be a security camera trained on the front door inside the entry area. The inside door is considerably more substantial and appears to be a metal door with a good-sized window in it. Swann does notice a door alarm sensor on the top of the outside door, and a keypad in the entry area.

Swann and Ian spend most of the afternoon and early evening observing the clinic. The clinic closes at 1700, and there does not appear to be any security personnel visible. A ground car marked with Switte Security Service does enter the shopping center's parking lot at 1805, circles the building once, and then drives off again. The car returns at 1858 for another circuit.

Saro and Vasilii show up a little after 1900 to take Swann and Ian to a diner for dinner.

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Vasilii tries to convince the skateboarding pre-teens to bring him some King Sour soda cans, claiming to be a collector who is willing to pay money for cans from the special promotional giveaway. Most of the kids look kind of skeptical, but a couple run home. They come back with cans of recent manufacture. One comes back with a single, empty can. The kid says that the can is from the giveaway and he saved the can after he drank it.

Vasilii checks the manufacturing date to make sure that the code matches what the plant VP told him. The can’s date is interesting: the manufacturing date is marked as 993-034. Gibson indicated that the giveaway cans should have a date of 993-020 to 993-030. Vasilii remembers that one of Swann’s purloined memos indicate that the entire plant (including management) was given a week of vacation from 993-031 to 993-037, so there shouldn’t have been anyone to manufacture King Sour during that time.

Vasilii then smiles and reaches in his pocket. "Well, young man, you’ve done your best so I’m willing to pay you. If you come across any cans that haven’t been opened I’d really like a couple of those for my collection." Vasilii pulls out a single Imp credit and hands it over to the young man. "If you bring me a can from the giveaway that hasn’t been opened, I’ll give you three more credits for it."

Bobby (the kid with the empty can), says, "Sure! I don’t think that anyone has those cans anymore, but I’ll ask around." As he wanders off, Vasilii can hear him muttering to another boy, "Those guys are weirdoes, but maybe we can find . . . "

Vasilii strolls back to the Amadel with Saro. Pitching his voice low, he sighs and says, "I don’t know if you can do anything with this, but actually paying one kid may convince others that I’m serious. Can you . . . I don’t know, run a swab or something and do a test with any residue inside?"

Saro takes the can. "I’ll see what I can do. There might be some left in the dried up soda that accumulates in the corners but it might be denatured by now."

When they return to the hotel, Vasilii stops at the front counter and converts 10 Imp credits to local currency. He asks for small denominations.

Back in the hotel room Saro opens the can completely, exposing the inside. There is a little bit of dried residue at the bottom of the can, but not much. Taking some of the crusty residue, he tries to dissolve it and analyze it. He looks at the readout with hope in his eyes.

"Another thing we might try is to actually get a viral culture going. I’ll have to think more about it, though. I doubt that we will get enough virus from this can, but if we do get some unopened ones we might lose the virus once they are opened. Actually culturing the vaccine virus shouldn’t be that difficult and we will be able to reproduce the virus and package it for the trip much better. Plus it is an indirect way of knowing if the virus is still alive or not. We might end up raiding a hospital to get the needed supplies after all."

Saro smiles and shakes his head. "I can’t believe I’m talking of raiding hospitals like this. I have to admit this is exciting."

After several hours of analysis, he really can’t conclude much. "Sorry, Vasilii, I can’t make much out of this residue here. I’d be able to tell more with a real lab or even what I have back at the Bray Keaven, but because the can has been opened and sitting around for a while, and I don’t have much residue to work with, my conclusions are really limited. I think that whatever was in this can was a little different than the normal King Sour formulation. I’m not sure, but there seems to be some odd protein concentrations in the residue. I think that I’ve subtracted for the effects of dust and other accumulation, but I can’t be sure. Sorry, we still need to find a new can. Well, that and maybe some of that baby formula?"

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Later that night Saro and Vasilii drive back to the clinic to pick up Swann and Ian. Saro suggests eating at a diner. He feels like having a beer, and wants to try a local brew.

Swann suggests that they find someplace near the clinic. He wants to get a look at the place at night, after it closes, to see what the overnight security looks like. He tells the others, "I think it will be pretty easy to get inside the clinic and take a look around, see if we can find some vaccine."

"I like that idea," Ian says.

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After a mediocre meal (but better than Marine rations), Vasilii suggests a night ride around town. Once inside the moving vehicle, he relays what he’s done so far. "Well team, I’m out of ideas. Perhaps someone else has a plan of action?"

"So, I’ve been thinking who else might have old cans," Saro says. "How about collectors of King Sour memorabilia? If they are anything like their counterparts for other soft drinks, they might have a six pack as a collector’s item. Also, I do not know if there are either virtual or actual markets for private property but if there are we might check there."

He then scratches his head. "I’ve got nothing."

Vasilii smiles at that. "Good idea, Dr. Talbek, I hadn’t thought of that. If I can borrow the portable computer, I’ll search to see if such a market exists here in KGL."

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Saro and Vasilii drop Swann and Ian off for more observation. Looking at the shop from the car, Vasilii muses, "Mr. McConnell, you should look on the roof as well. This being such a dry planet, maybe they have roof accesses or vents you could use."

"Hmm," muses Ian. "That’s a very good suggestion. We’ll need to check that out."

During the night observation, Swann and Ian notice there is a ladder in the back of the strip shopping center for access to the roof. The ladder is a couple of shops down from the clinic. The security car returns each hour on the hour, plus or minus 10 minutes each time. Saro and Vasilii return at pick them up at 2200.

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"What are we doing tomorrow?" Saro asks as he drives the Amadel back to the hotel.

Swann rubs a hand across his face and says, "Well, I think I can get into the clinic without too much trouble. There’s a camera on the back door. The main concern is does it go to a recorder, or does it go to a security center? If the image just goes to a recorder that only gets checked periodically or as needed, then there shouldn’t be a problem as long as I don't show my face. If the feed goes to a security center, and there’s a dispatcher who can send a guard or notify the police, then we have a problem."

Swann thinks for a while, then continues, somewhat distractedly, almost as if he is thinking out loud. "Once I got inside, there would be the problem of me knowing what I was looking for. That’s more of Doc's area. But Doc also is our only driver, which means we would have to consider: Is it worth taking him along for the B&E, or does he stay behind the wheel so we can make a fast getaway if needed?"

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After casing the clinic in the strip shopping center, Vasilii, Saro, Swann, and Ian return to the McClure Kingan Hotel to decide their next moves.

While Swann and Ian discuss and plan a possible attempt to enter the clinic, Vasilii and Saro poke around on the KGL computer net to see if there are any virtual markets for King Sour memorabilia. They quickly find a virtual auction marketplace called the King’s Market. And, interestingly enough, there is an auction category for King Sour Memorabilia. In the category, there are various King Sour products and items for sale including 11 cases of "Official Government Giveaway King Sour Soda L@@K!!!!" Most of the cases are being sold by people in cities elsewhere in KGL. Two of the cases are being sold by people in Kingan. The auction for one case (sold by a SingerBlack) ends tomorrow at 1400 hours. The current high bid is 23.13 KGLP. The second auction (sold by a RickEckels) ends in three days (125-993) at 1700 hours. The current high bid is 12.67 KGLP. They know a case of King Sour Soda regularly retails for about 8 KGLP, based upon their previous shopping trip.

Vasilii looks at the auction info and speaks up for the group. "I think we should look at these. Assuming these are legitimate, this could be an easy fix." Looking at Ian, Vasilii asks, "How long do you think you need to prepare for your end? I’m thinking of bidding on both of these in the hope that one will be legitimate."

Ian replies, "I agree that we should wait to see how the auction pans out. That would be, as you said, an easy fix to our problem. Swan and I can continue to work on the clinic plan just in case."

Swann says, "Yeah, I’d like to have time to study the clinic a little more. By the time the second auction ends in, what was it, three days?, that should give us enough time to know how we want to proceed with the clinic, if we still need to."

Vasilii logs into The King’s Market, creates an account, and places bids for each auction. The one ending tomorrow gets a bid of 25 KGLP and the one ending in three days receives a bid of 18 KGLP. In each bid post, Vasilii requests verification of the manufacturing date for the case.

Saro gets out his baliset, and starts singing and playing.

After making his bids, Vasilii calls the front desk and asks about long distance communications. His story is that he wants to check on the group’s transportation. The front desk staff assures Vasilii that the hotel provides voice and data communication to anywhere on planet ("rates available on the rate card in your room, or you may use your calling card, sir"). Messages offplanet or visual communications are available from the business center.

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At around 2330, the group hears a discrete knock at the door. Swann and Ian tense a bit, and make sure their pistols are within easy reach. Saro stops his playing and singing, and looks around a bit nervously. Vasilii checks to make sure that Ian and Swann are ready, and then goes to answer the door. A young gentleman in the uniform of the hotel's front desk staff stands at the doorway.

"Sir? Please pardon my interruption."

"Yes, what is it?"

"Ummm, our guests in the adjoining room have requested that your party stop, ummm, singing at this late hour. I can offer the use of one of our conference rooms if you would like to sing at this time."

"Ah, thank you. I will direct my assistant to use the conference room if he wishes to continue singing at this time. Good night."

"Very good sir. Good night."

After the door closes, Swann unsuccessfully tries to keep a smile off his face. He looks at the others and says, "Maybe they would prefer Doc go outside and play his Vargr power ballads while baying at the moon."
 
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Chapter XXXII

Date: 124-993
Place: Medway, Bromley, Alief

In the morning, the crew gets the Bray Keaven ready for the most difficult of the three rescues. The Boise family is holed up on the top floors of the Ariska Tower in downtown Medway. The tower does have a flat roof, but it is one of the older towers, so there are several towers in close proximity which are taller. The Bray Keaven can hover above the roof of the tower, but landing is not advised. There is a traffic circle/park about 500 meters away from the base of the tower which could serve as a dandy landing spot. The winds today are fairly strong, but at least they are relatively steady.

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Marcus flies the Bray Keaven towards the center of Medway. As the far trader approaches the city center, the bridge crew notes the destruction out of the cockpit windows. A number of buildings have apparently been on fire and are either piles of rubble or skeletons/shells of their former selves. Vehicles and bodies line the streets.

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Emile contacts the Boise family while en route: "This is the Bray Keaven. May I speak to the head of the Boise family please."

"Eddie Boise here. Are you on your way?"

"Yes. Please assemble your family just inside the roof exit on the north side."

"We’ll be waiting. Thank God you’re on your way. I think that there is some people on the lower levels who are trying to get past my barricades a few floors below us."

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The traffic circle is on the way to Ariska Tower. There are vehicles and bodies scattered throughout the circle, but landing there would still be relatively easy (if necessary).

Once past the traffic circle, Marcus guides the Bray Keaven slowly towards the tower. The far trader, never a particularly agile vessel, feels particularly sluggish and ungainly in the strong wind and tight quarters.

"Martha, hop on the secondary controls," Marcus said, his eyes focused on his instrumentation. "Just in case I need some help keeping her steady." Over the ship’s comm, he says, "Emile, you and Darishun should be able to get the family aboard. Let me know as soon as you have the hatch secured."

Martha settles into the secondary control station, configuring the board to her recorded profile. Tactical displays are replaced with more defined schematics, meters indicating system performance, and various touch controls.

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"Roger that, Captain," says Vargas as he finishes pulling on his NBC suit over his cloth body armor. After he’s fully covered, the former Scout checks both his auto pistol and shotgun — just in case.

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Darishun is in the cargo hold already. He is in his tailored vacc suit (since nothing else fits) and has his cloth armor over it. He does not have his rifle.

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Rechecking his instrumentation as he slows the lumbering craft to a hover over the tower and settles it down, the captain quips, "This is where the fun begins."

"Aye, aye, Cap’n," Martha mutters under her breath as she adjusts her sensor array to the more confined area, patching in weather satellite input to help her predict upcoming wind surges.

With Marcus at the helm and Martha on sensors, the Bray Keaven hovers delicately over the roof of the Ariska Tower. The winds are strong, but with Marcus’ experienced hands at the helm and Martha using the ship’s sensors and the Bromlian weather net, the Bray Keaven manages to achieve a fairly steady hover. At least, for now.

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Emile suits up and goes to join Darishun in the cargo bay. Across Emile’s back is his shotgun, and at his waist is his autopistol. The massive sophont raises a cocked head at the weapons, but doesn’t say anything as he grabs four biohazard suits. Emile keys the rear cargo door, and the two gingerly descend the cargo ramp. At the end of the ramp, Emile looks at Darishun briefly, grins, and jumps the 10 or so centimeters to the roof. Darishun follows momentarily, and the two head for the roof top exit, about 15 meters away, where Eddie Boise indicated they’d be waiting.

Suddenly, the door flies open and a woman in her mid 30s comes barreling out, light brown hair flying. Her left hand has a solid grasp on the hand of a 9–year–old boy, and the right hand clutches a toddler to her chest. The three skid to a halt as they come face to face with the Virushi.

Beyond them, framed by the door, a man stands firing a shotgun at a downward angle, presumably down the stairs at a hidden assailant. After he fires, he jumps through the door and slams it shut. He spares a glance at his family and then turns to face the door.

Darishun drops the biohazard suits and calmly says, "Mrs. Boise? We’re here to help. Please come with me, and we will get you onboard the Bray Keaven as quickly as possible." The massive sophont then half gestures, half pushes them past him, interposes his bulk between the three and the roof top door, and hurries them towards the cargo ramp.

Meanwhile, the man (presumably Eddie Boise) is backing up with his shotgun raised towards the door. He yells, "They’re crazy. They broke through the barriers!"

Vargas calmly, but deliberately, reaches over his shoulder for his shotgun, works the action, and draws a bead on the door to the roof. Allowing Eddie to get ahead of him and nearer the ship, Vargas begins to drop back toward the ramp. "This will serve as your final boarding call. All aboard for immediate dust off and points elsewhere."

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"Dammit," Argent curses as he struggles to keep the ship steady. "Emile, what’s the holdup down there?"

"Language Captain, language. Looks like we’ve got in-bounds," replies the former Scout.

A wry grin crosses Marcus’ features at Vargas’ comment. "Well, we’re going to get the casualties we don’t need," he replies. "Maybe we need to think about adding a remotely fired anti-personnel gun to this baby."

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Darishun hurries the woman and two children towards the cargo ramp. The Virushi quickly picks up the boy and places him on the ramp saying, "Please go up the ramp, and sit in one of the chairs as quickly as possible." The boy scampers up the ramp and enters the cargo hold.

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On the bridge, Marcus is doing his best to keep the Bray Keaven steady in the strong winds whipping through the downtown skyscrapers. Martha, monitoring her sensors, detects what will probably be a strong headwind gust, and yells a warning. Though Marcus is momentarily distracted by the action viewable on his rear sector monitor, Martha’s warning allows the ex–Navy/Scout to avoid having the cargo ramp strike Darishun and the woman as the gust hits the far trader.


Unfortunately, the gust is stronger than expected and has a downward burst element to it, and the maneuver to avoid Darishun, the woman, and the small child results in the ship’s rear starboard side striking the roof top while the Bray Keaven is pushed down the side of the building.



Fortunately, Marcus remembers the boy who has already boarded and manages to keep the ship with its nose at a slight downward angle to avoid having the child tumble out the rear cargo door.



Martha worriedly checks the cargo bay monitors and sees a still lump near the front of the cargo bay that is probably the boy. She closes the cargo ramp for the time being to make sure the boy doesn’t tumble out in any upcoming maneuvers.



Marcus struggles for control, achieves it, and starts to raise the far trader back towards the rooftop.



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Darishun barely manages to pull the woman and the toddler away from the cargo ramp before the gust picks up the Bray Keaven, smashes its rear starboard side into the rooftop, and sends the far trader down the side of the building. He spares a quick glance towards the roof top door and makes sure that he is between the woman and the door.

The door suddenly bursts open, and three men charge out the door.

The first man looks like a somewhat shaved Ursa–human cross and carries a large maul of some sort. He knocks the door open and steps to the left.

The second man is a wild–eyed looking fellow who has several open sores and has blood dribbling from his mouth who immediately charges Eddie. He is armed with a knife.

The third man has a sickly white pallor and starts raising an autopistol as soon as he comes through the door.

Eddie Boise fires at the knife wielder with his shotgun. The shot strikes him straight in the chest, and the knife wielder goes down.

Vargas snaps the shotgun up to firing position, its barrel pointed at the third man. Shouting to be heard over the wind and through the suit, he yells, "Who's next?"

The third man is moving forward. The pistol is in the man’s right hand, and he is raising the pistol. Once it is raised, it will probably be aimed at Eddie Boise.

Vargas fires at the pistol wielder. Unfortunately, the shot just barely misses the pistol wielder. The pistol wielder fires at Eddie Boise, striking him in the shoulder. Eddie is significantly hurt, but still up.

Maul Man closes on Emile and swings a maul that looks awfully big at such a close range. Emile tries to dodge right, but the maul catches him on his left side. The cloth armor absorbs quite a bit of the damage, but the strength of the blow still staggers the ex–Scout, who stumbles to the right a bit before righting himself.

Seeing that Eddie and Emile have been attacked, Darishun turns his head around to the woman and says, "Ma’am, would you please excuse me for a moment? Please wait right here, and I will be right back."

Darishun, shaking his head sadly, then charges in between Maul Man and the stumbling ex-Scout.

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On board the Bray Keaven, Marcus is busily piloting the far trader back to the rooftop. The far trader feels a little off in the heavy wind, but manageable. Once the ship reaches rooftop level again, Marcus carefully starts to put the ship back into position. The woman and the toddler are a little close, but there should be enough room to extend the ramp.

Martha is still trying to help Marcus with by using the sensors but also has a worried eye on the probably unconscious (or dead) boy in the cargo bay.

Hating to leave Marcus unattended, Martha continues to monitor the winds via sensors and the WeatherNet. She also steals a quick glance to note if the ship’s weapons might be of some use next round in ending the conflict outside through intimidation. In the back of her mind, she wishes she knew more about medicine, so that she could use the monitoring capacities of sensors in the anti-hijack system to determine the boy's health status. But since she doesn’t, she feels driven to end the conflict sooner rather than later, so that someone can attend to the boy.

Argent figures firing the lasers is out of the question, since the blast radius would be meters in diameter; one shot would kill everyone on the rooftop. "I want a gauss rifle on a drop down turret mounted as soon as we get back home," the captain announces, feeling about as helpless as he could be at this point.

"Martha, I hate to do this, but you probably need to get back there when I lower the ramp," Marcus adds. "And take a sidearm. I’ll manage as best I can here."

Marcus fights to bring the Bray Keaven back to where it originally was without running into anything (or anyone). The positioning is tricky, but the winds seem to be improving a bit.

Martha grabs the latest information from the weather net and compares it with her sensor readings, continuing to help Marcus. When Marcus makes his suggestion, she is torn, and her hand goes towards the chair strap release.

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On the rooftop, Eddie fires his shotgun at the pistol wielder but misses due to his the pain in his shoulder.

The pistol wielder returns fire but only achieves a grazing hit on Eddie’s leg.

Vargas chambers and fires a second load of buckshot at Maul Man. Unfortunately, the blow on his left side smarts, and his aim is off enough to miss Maul Man again.

Not noticeably intimidated by the massive sophont, Maul Man swings at Darishun. The blow connects but has no apparent effect due to Darishun’s layered armor.

Darishun, his massive head shaking sadly, turns slightly to whip his tail around and connects squarely with Maul Man’s middle. Maul Man is thrown backwards into some air filtration equipment with a loud crash and lies still.

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"Captain," Martha says, "Begging your pardon, but I’m of better assistance here. It’ll take me more time to don a suit than it’ll take for any of the wounded to bleed out before I can get there. Is there any way we can position this so you can fire a shot or two from the ship’s lasers and end this, without putting anyone else in danger? Maybe you don’t have to kill them, just scare them a hell of a lot." She clicks open the safety harness and begins to move out of her seat.

"Yeah, I figured you’d bring logic into this," Marcus replies wryly as he brings the starboard side of the ship to bear on the melee. "We’re probably going to take out a five meter area with this thing, so we can’t actually fire on the group without killing everyone there. Maybe on the staircase door? Do you know if there’s an elevator shaft attached to it?"

Martha quickly runs a densitometer reading on the stairwell, to determine if there’s an elevator shaft attached to it.

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Eddie fires his shotgun again at the pistol wielder. Again, due to the pain in his shoulder, he misses.

The pistol wielder returns fire, missing Eddie.

Vargas switches targets and fires upon the pistol wielder. The pistol wielder catches a chest full of buckshot and goes down.

Darishun, seeing that all of the assailants are down, briefly checks Eddie's wound and then proceeds to check the three assailants. He reports (over the comm and suit speakers), "I’m afraid that they are either all dead or dying. They appear to be suffering from AHV also."

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On the bridge, Marcus and Martha breathe a sigh of relief as the assailants go down. They abort their plan to use the shipboard lasers on the building, and work on getting the Bray Keaven into position.

It takes several attempts (and they have a few close calls), but they manage to get the ungainly far trader into position and lower the ramp.

Vargas guides Eddie Boise, the woman, and the toddler up the ramp. Darishun brings up the rear. As soon as they are all onboard, Marcus raises the ramp and immediately takes the Bray Keaven straight up to get clear of the buildings.

Darishun, after having applied a topical cleaner to his hands, worriedly checks the unconscious boy. "The boy is alive, but he will need prompt medical attention. I can stabilize him, but we had best get him to a medical facility as soon as possible."

Eddie is profuse in his thanks. He explains that he had set up barricades, and there were four crazy men who were trying to get through them and onto the Bray Keaven. Somehow, they found out that the Bray Keaven was coming to rescue his family.

Darishun and Emile get the family into biohazard suits as best as they can, except for the boy, whom Darishun decides it is unwise to move.

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The trip back is relatively uneventful except that the Bray Keaven feels noticeably sluggish and there appears to be minor but significant drag coming from the starboard rear of the far trader.

Martha calls ahead to the base, and asks for a visual confirmation of the reasons for the drag experienced before bringing the ship into the reception site. She’s worried that somehow they picked up a hitchhiker, though she can’t imagine anything outside of a vehicle being large enough to cause that kind of drag, and would like to avoid contaminating the site if that’s the case. (Her lack of good sleep has made her a bit paranoid at times, and this is one of those symptoms.)

As per standard procedure, a pair of Bromlian fighters meets the Bray Keaven coming down from the upper reaches. With Martha’s request, they do a quick visual inspection and report that the starboard rear corner of the far trader appears a little damaged. The corner appears to have been buckled forward a bit, which would account for the drag.

Marcus brings the merchant ship into a smooth landing at the reception site, and Bromlian medical personnel immediately swarm aboard to take the family off.

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The crew then spends some time properly decontaminating the ship as well as Emile’s and Darishun’s gear before returning to the landing area at the Groves Airport. Argent intends for the crew to first take a quick, but well deserved break for lunch. But Martha unbuckles herself from the seat and almost sprints to the airlock, ignoring Marcus’ suggestion that they stop for lunch first. Bemused, Marcus follows Martha down the airlock stairs and down the side of the Bray Keaven to inspect the damage to the starboard rear of the far trader.

Martha cranes her neck and squints, trying to inspect as much of the damage as possible from the ground. The damage does look to be significant, but not deadly. The corner has been crumbled and buckled as reported, creating a bit of drag. The jump grid is damaged as well, but Martha can’t tell if the damage is enough to be a serious concern, though since the jump drives are a little overdue for maintenance anyway, she doesn’t like the odds. Marcus does convince her to delay a closer inspection until after lunch.

While the other two are doing a preliminary inspection, Darishun treats Vargas’ wounds.

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"We probably need to call it a day on pickups," Marcus mentions over lunch. "The ship felt like it was dragging on the starboard quarter, and I bet kissing the high rise did a little more damage than we initially suspected.

"Good work today, you three."

Vargas breathes a sigh of relief and then addresses Argent. "Hey Boss, I’m going to look in on Rusti and then crash for a little while. Big day getting shot and all. Call me if you need me." The Scout gives a little nod before leaving.

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Marcus goes with Martha to inspect the damage after lunch while Darishun busily preps the cargo bay for another run, just in case.

Marcus and Martha borrow a cherry picker from the airport’s equipment and get a closer look. Martha thinks that she can repair the damage given a few days of work, the supplies on board, a crane, and a few hundred kilos of tungstanium alloy (which she doesn’t have, but the Bromlians should have). The ship probably can jump successfully with the damaged corner, but there is a slight risk with the jump drive overdue for maintenance.

Luckily, an internal inspection doesn’t reveal any visible hull breaches, and the drives aren’t damaged (though it was close).

After some modeling, Marcus and Martha guess that the ship will handle about 5–10% worse in the atmosphere until the damage is repaired.

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Vargas gets up in time to clean his shotgun, attend to Rusti, and then heads for dinner/planning session, in that order.

Meanwhile, Martha does not rest until she's run a full diagnostic and assessed the damage. Once she’s determined what will be necessary to repair her ship, she’ll inform Marcus of the resources (both materials and time) necessary to repair the ship, including the request for appropriate alloys or at least those that are capable of being produced at this TL, with the local facilities. Then she lays out her repair plan, asking for input from Marcus on other scheduled events and his thoughts on repair priority, so that she can most effectively address the needs of the ship. Vargas assists Martha as he is able.

Marcus spends the evening relaxing in the ship, catching up on any datawork that needs to be done and surfing between various vid channels that he can pick up on the ship’s comm equipment. The entertainment channels are fairly diverting, but the news channels (and news programs) are pretty sick with alternating human interest stories, jingoistic pieces for/against KGL (depending on the station), and various conspiracy theories (either KGL created the virus or the virus is part of a secret plot from offworld).

He decides that the next day should be spent on the ground — the rooftop scene was enough trouble for two days.
 
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Chapter XXXIII

Date: 125-993
Place: Kingan, King George's Land, Alief

In the morning, Vasilii checks the auction and finds the bids stand at 24.25 KGLP for the first case and 14.45 KGLP for the second case. By noon, JoeBob35 has outbid Vasilii for the first case, and the current winning bid stands at 25.50 KGLP.

"Hmm, so he wants to nudge it, eh?" Vasilii places a bid of 30 KGLP for the case.

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After lunch, Saro gives Ian and Swann a ride to the clinic for them to continue their surveillance.

Swann talks to Ian on the ride over to the clinic. "Let’s find a different vantage point from which to observe today. I don't want anyone to pick up on a pattern, and maybe get suspicious. When we first get there, we should take some time, do some shopping, maybe pick up some souvenirs for the Captain, Martha, and the others. And look for a new place to observe the clinic from.

"After it gets dark and the clinic closes, there are two things I want to try. First, get on the roof and look for a way in up there. Second, I’m tempted to tamper with that camera we saw behind the building, to see if we get an immediate response from the security company or the police. But I’m worried that even if that camera is only recording overnight, and the tapes won’t be looked at until later, we might still create some suspicion."

Saro makes sure he knows when he needs to pick up Swann and Ian again. "Guys, I’d rather not use the comms if we don’t have to, but if you do, remember . . . " he looks around. "Mark Middleston," he whispers. "See you guys in a bit and good luck."

Saro then drives back to the hotel and joins Vasilii.

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Vasilii monitors the auction closely the rest of the day. About an hour before the auction closes, he receives an email note from the seller, SingerBlack, saying that the case is sealed, so SingerBlack can’t verify the manufacturing date. But SingerBlack claims that he/she got the case from his/her mother (who hates King Sour), and she got it during the giveaway. The auction listing does have a picture, and the case box is one of the giveaway boxes.

Vasilii’s close monitoring of the auction pays off, and he wins the auction at 37.25 KGLP. At 1437, Vasilii receives an email from SingerBlack inquiring about how he/she should ship the case. Surface shipping will be 15 KGLP. Air courier shipping will be 35 KGLP.

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Meanwhile, near the clinic, Swann and Ian continue their surveillance, but do vary their routine to include some shopping and picking up of souvenirs. Swann buys some tacky shirts for Marcus, Emile, and Martha. He also manages to find a small, very overstuffed, plush shierrhino with which to tease Darishun.

The clinic appears to have eight staff members: three office types, three nurses, and two doctors. There is a moderate amount of traffic, but there aren’t scores of people waiting to get into the clinic.

Around 1330 or so, Swann notices a couple of scruffy looking men in their late teens or early 20s trying to look casual while their heads dart about rather nervously. Swann’s experienced eye marks them as a couple of amateurs casing a place and points them out to Ian. Ian and Swann watch the pair as they seem to be casing the clinic.

As Swann and Ian watch the pair, Swann says, "These frellin’ amateurs are gonna frell things up for the rest of us. I’m tempted to call the police myself and report them. Anonymously, of course."

Swann will continue to watch the pair. The longer they stay around, the better the idea of calling the police sounds. He tells Ian, "If those two stick around once the clinic closes, I’m calling the police. We don’t need them frellin’ up our break–in by increasing the security presence.

"I’d suggest we try scaring them away ourselves, but then they’d be able to identify us and might turn us in later. And there’s always the chance they might unwisely think they could take us, and put up a fight. That might attract even more attention."

Ian replies. "Yeah, we could report ’em. Another option would be to let them do the initial break-in, and then we follow them in a minute later, incapacitate them, and get what we came for. Only problem with that plan is, they may not be as sophisticated with the security system as we would try to be, thus we wouldn’t have as much time to ‘shop.’

"Reporting them would be the better option, I think. Hey, ain’t we suppose to have coffee and donuts during a stake-out?"

Swann laughs. "We are. You were supposed to buy them."

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Back at the hotel, Saro spends the day basically glued to the news vid channels and surfing the networks on his laptop. The military action in Wirral and Coventry is basically over. The plague, invasion, and collapse of any real order has allowed KGL to declare that Wirral and Coventry are now protected territories of KGL, and KGL is providing aid to its newest citizens who have welcomed the troops with open arms.

The KGL Ministry of Health has declared that KGL researchers are very close to developing a vaccine for AHV, and they were aided by defecting researchers from Wirral who admitted that they participated in a black ops program to produce the virus in the first place, but had a change of heart. The ministry also declares that there have still been minimal cases of AHV in KGL due to the ministry’s efforts.

He tells Vasilii: "KGL has their Ministry of Information working overtime. It seems they are blaming Wirral for this mess. I am starting to get the feeling that if a vaccine could be taken as evidence of KGL’s involvement, things could get really sticky for us."

Vasilii returns SingerBlack’s email, telling him that he is in the same city and can pick up the case himself to save shipping. He asks if they can conclude the deal today, since his schedule for the next few days is very busy. He states that he’ll be at the street corner one block away from the clinic later in the afternoon, could they meet there?

SingerBlack doesn’t check his email until 1700, so meeting in the afternoon is out. Vasilii and SingerBlack agree to meet around 1900 at a cafe a couple of blocks away from the clinic.

Once the exchange is set, Vasilii calls Swann on their communicators. He tell Swann that he’s ‘done’ and would like his and Ian’s help on a small matter. They agree that Swann and Ian will wander over to the cafe around 1845 to cover the exchange.

In the hotel parking lot, Vasilii will open up one of the cases of King Sour that the factory VP gave him carefully along a flap. Saro watches him. "Oh. Are you planning on placing the giveaway cans in this case or something along those lines?"

"You got it," Vasilii replies.

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The clinic closes a little after 1700, and the pair of scruffy men is still hanging around. At 1730, Swann places a call to the Kingan Constabulary and reports two suspicious men hanging around the clinic. He doesn’t give his name, saying he fears possible retribution. He does say he works in a store across the street from the clinic and that he has noticed these two men watching the clinic all afternoon.

The operator is a little peeved, but understanding that Swann doesn’t want to leave his name. After getting a detailed description of the two men and their behavior, she says that the Constabulary will be sending out a patrol right away. She thanks Swann for his report and adds that one of the other public clinics and several doctors’ offices have been broken into over the last few days. The Constabulary doesn’t have a set pattern or a set of suspects (until now), but they suspect that there are "enemies of the state out to see if our beloved country has a vaccine for the terrible plague." Alarms start going off in Swann’s head. He hangs up and returns to where Ian is still watching the clinic and the two young men.

About three minutes later, two Constabulary hovercrafts roar down the road, and four constables leap out, thoroughly surprising the two scruffy men. As the hovercrafts come roaring up, Swann says to Ian in a low voice, "Damn, that was a fast response time. Too fast."

The action is a bit hard to see from Swann’s and Ian’s vantage point, but there seems to be a bit of excitement when the constables find what looks like a blowtorch and a crowbar underneath the men’s long coats. Thirty minutes later, the Constabulary hovercrafts roar off with the two scruffy men inside.

The security patrol apparently also was called, and the patrol car comes by at 1735, stays until the Constabulary goes away, and returns at 1835. As the rentacop drives away the second time, Swann slaps Ian on the back and says, "Too late for that coffee and donuts. He’s gonna get ’em all. Let’s go grab a bite with ‘Mr. Matahara’ and ‘Mark.’ "

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Swann and Ian wander over the cafe, get a table, and order something to eat while waiting for Vasilii and Saro to show up. Vasilii and Saro arrive at the café and briefly stop to tell Swann and Ian about the exchange. Then they wait for SingerBlack.

SingerBlack ends up being a youngish man who rides up on a bicycle with the case in a front basket. Vasilii inspects the case, which does have the production date as earlier indicated, and the case is sealed. Vasilii pays SingerBlack who goes on his way.

Swann says to Ian in a low voice, "I bet he spends the money on comic books and role-playing game supplements."

The four return to the Amadel in the parking lot. Vasilii opens the trunk. He exchanges the cans of the giveaway King Sour with the ones the VP gave them, holding out two cans at random and putting regular cans in their place. He then tries to reseal the case so it appears not to have been tampered with. Next he unfolds one of the empty giveaway cases and loads it up with the other cans, remembering where he places the two giveaway sodas. Last, he takes the original giveaway case and disposes of it in a convenient dumpster.

As Vasilii works, Swann tells him and Saro about the pair of young men who were also watching the clinic. "Damn, who knows if those guys were just after the vaccine themselves because of need," the doctor says. "This might be very risky, but I feel bad for them. Is there any way we can figure out who they were without exposing ourselves too much?"

When Swann mentions what the Constabulary operator said about "enemies of the state," alarms start going off in Vasilii’s head.

"At least it is good to be warned that the authorities suspect foreign interests like us are after the vaccine," Saro says. "If these cans have the vaccine we should think about leaving soon. Things are heating up a bit more."

When finished with the soda can switch, Vasilii says, "Gentlemen, let the good Doctor test these while you let the excitement die down. If this pans out, we can load our gear and be out of this town by sunup.

"Or if this does work out, do you still want to try the clinic? We could double our chance of satisfying our client, or risk losing it all."

Swann says, "Yeah, I was thinking the same thing. If this soda contains what we need, then we can get out of here tomorrow. If not, it won’t hurt to leave the clinic alone for a night, let the situation settle down."

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The foursome returns to the hotel. Vasilii leaves the ‘giveaway’ case (containing two actual giveaway cans and eight regular cans of soda) in the trunk and takes the ‘regular’ case (containing eight giveaway cans and two regular cans of soda) up to the room as if they had been to the market. He then opens the case and gives Saro a can of the giveaway soda for testing.

Saro sits with the molecular analyzer. He is looking primarily for signs of a virus, essentially a genetic sequence and maybe a protein or sphingolipid envelope, or a simpler protein antigen. An antibody would be less likely because of the rigors of the GI system and the impossibility of absorbing it in the gut, but he keeps an eye out for something in that vein anyway.

"Gentlemen, if this works out I suggest we abort the clinic operation," Saro says. "It was a blind operation anyway and if we can get an active vaccine from this can we should be close to set."

In order to get a good comparison Saro takes the molecular signature from a regular sample of King Sour and puts it side by side with the giveaway sample’s signature. He tries to identify, to the best of his abilities, anything that is different in the signatures.

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Ian, Swann, and Vasilii watch the vid channels and surf the local net while Saro works. The local news does report the capture of the two scruffy men. Initial police statements indicate that the men are implicated in a couple of the other break–ins, but not all. The newscasters want to claim that the men are part of some foreign or imperial conspiracy, but the police seem to think that the men might just be trying to find some narcotics.

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Around 2307, Ian takes a little stroll down to the lobby and around the grounds of the hotel. While he is walking across the lobby to the front doors, he spies a dark haired man in his 30s who seems to be waiting for someone. What strikes Ian as odd is that the man is facing the elevators, spots Ian, and then seems to be assiduously *not* looking in Ian’s direction as the ex–Marine crosses the lobby and heads out the front door.

Outside, Ian doesn’t spot any obvious surveillance, though he finds the Sweet Crust Donuts truck parked off by itself to be a little incongruous in the business–class hotel parking lot, particularly when it has a clear line of sight to the Amadel and is about 30 m away.

When Ian returns to the lobby, the dark haired man is still apparently waiting for someone. He glances up at Ian again, but this time, he goes back to reading a magazine of some sort. Ian dismisses his next thought as pure tired paranoia, but he still gets the feeling that the man is watching Ian enter the elevator out of the corner of his eye.

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After Ian returns to the room and reports his suspicions, Swann turns on the radio and TV, turns up the volume to a loud levels, calls the others together, and says in a soft voice, "It appears we are under observation. I don’t know if we have caught someone’s attention because of our actions, or if this is standard procedure for people from outside the country. We should also assume the room, and probably the car, are bugged. Be very careful what you say and where you say it from now on. If we are talking in the room, make sure the radio and TV are on with the volume turned way up. And get very close to the person to whom you are speaking, and speak softly, as I am now."

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Saro spends most of the night working. His testing and analysis quickly reveal that the contents of the first giveaway can is ever so slightly different in composition than the regular King Sour soda. There appears to be a small but significant concentration of large (on a molecular level) protein particles identical to the fragments that he found in the opened can that Vasilii purchased from the boy.

The next several hours are very frustrating as Saro runs into the limitations of a field setup. He takes a quick nap at 0300 and gets back to work.

Very close to the crack of dawn, a very tired Saro manages to make a key discovery. The protein particles appear to be a casing or envelope of some sort. Within the protein casing appears to be virus spores that are a very close cousin of AHV. It's hard to tell at this stage (and with such little analysis), but there seem to be a few key differences in the genetic sequence of this virus and AHV. Saro is too tired and limited to discover more, but he excitedly wakes up the rest of the group.

Saro turns on the radio and TV. He looks tired but he is smiling. "Gentlemen, there are good indications that we have what we came here for. There are indeed signs of a vaccine in the giveaway cans. I think we should plan to return so that this can be confirmed and if it is, we can begin production as soon as possible. I need a bit of sleep but maybe you can all start thinking about how to get back since I'm a bit nervous about getting the cans over the border. Let me know what you think, but I need some sleep right now."

Vasilii listens to the Doctor and smiles. "That's great." He then says in hushed tones, "I have some ideas about getting the item home, but I need some questions answered. The first ones are for the Doctor. How long can the vaccine survive once the contents of the can have been exposed to air? How long can it survive in a person before you can no longer extract a usable sample? If we drink the giveaway sodas, could you extract the vaccine from our bloodstreams once we crossed the border? If so, how long of a time window are we looking at before the vaccine could no longer be salvaged?"

To Vasilii’s questions, Saro replies, "Frankly, I don’t know. Assuming that the vaccine virus has to be present in a body for some time before the body manufactures the appropriate antibodies (which probably eventually kill off the vaccine virus), it may be possible to harvest some of the virus from our blood if we drink the soda. On the other hand, we don’t know how many cans of soda constitute a dose of the vaccine. And, there is a chance that the virus disappears quickly from the blood.

"I don’t know about how long the vaccine stays viable once exposed to the air. Obviously, a few months of exposure is too much, based on the opened can that you purchased, but beyond that, I can’t tell offhand."

Glancing at Ian and Swann, Vasilii continues, "If we can’t hide the vaccine in our bodies, can you find a place to secret a couple of cans in the Amadel? I should think two would be enough," with a requesting glance to Saro, who nods. "With the Doctor using one can for testing and you hiding a couple, I’ll try another method with a couple and then we’ll risk the final ones going over the border ‘above board.’

Vasilii explains that his "other method" involves express shipping two cans via a parcel delivery service to Darishun back in Bromley. The hotel’s services guide states that package delivery services are available from the business center, but doesn’t have any more information.

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While Saro gets some sleep, Ian and Vasilii head down to the hotel restaurant to get breakfast and for a quick reconnaissance. Swann stays behind (ordering room service) in order to guard Saro. The dark haired man is gone, but an attractive, shorthaired blonde in her 20s is sitting near where he was. She appears to be reading a newspaper of some sort, but does glance up as Ian and Vasilii exit the elevator.

After a quick breakfast, Ian and Vasilii take a short walk around the grounds. The Sweet Crust Donuts truck is still where it was last night.

When Ian and Vasilii return to the lobby, the attractive blonde is still reading the paper. They return to the room to formulate a plan.
 
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Chapter XXXIV

Date: 126-993
Place: Kingan, King George's Land, Alief

Back in the hotel room, Ian shares an idea with the group. "Why don’t we buy some screw–top bottles of King Sour just to round out our collection. My thought is to replace the contents of the screw–top bottles with the giveaway soda from the cans. We can have a couple of ‘unfinished’ bottles in the car when we cross the border. We maybe ought to buy more, may look less suspicious. Also, I don’t have a good feeling about the donut truck and the guy and girl loitering in the lobby. We probably should try to hide our actions concerning the cola from them."

Vasilii says, "I like your idea, but I’m afraid that if we do get detained that they’ll just confiscate everything, Amadel included. I was hoping to send an express parcel of some of the cans to the ship. If we are being followed, however, that’ll just tip our hand that we know they’re there."

Ian says, "Well, if we are really serious and the odds are good that all will be confiscated — fill some balloons with the cola and we can swallow them. They’d have to detain us for quite a while for the evidence to appear."

Swann involuntarily winces, as Ian’s comment brings back unpleasant memories of some large Sydite guards, rubber gloves, and insufficient lubrication.

Vasilii muses for a moment. "What if you and Dr. Talbek take a couple of cans and go ‘shopping’ while Mr. Hellinic and I do the same. If we see an opportunity we can slip our ‘shadows’ and try to send the cans out. Make it a priority delivery to Lowford Airport, Bromley, addressed to Darishun. Hopefully one of the two parcels will make it. Then we can take the rest of them and do as you advise."

"I have no real training or practice in smuggling," Ian says, "but I will do my best. Maybe Swann could show me some tricks that would help."

Vasilii stops and looks at Ian. "Sometimes traders have a need for hiding their assets." Ian looks at Vasilii with a smirky grin. "Maybe you should come with me and Mr. Hellinic can go with the Doctor?"

"Sounds good to me," says Ian.

Saro wakes up from his deep slumber after some hours. Excited at having a plan, even if he doesn’t know what it is yet, Saro follows Vasilii’s lead and pairs with Swann. After all, Swann does seem to have more experience at this than anyone else, by his own admission. His initial excitement gives way to anxiety at the prospect of having to get the cans over the border.

Vasilii jots two quick notes and attaches each of them to a can with a rubberband. Each note is written the same (in Vilani): "Darishun, Saro says the vaccine is inside the cans. We may be detained." He gives one can with a note to Swann with a second can of the giveaway soda going to Dr. Talbek. "Put these in your pockets or something." Vasilii takes the other can with the note attached and gives another can to Ian to hide in his clothing. Vasilii splits the remaining local currency he has with Swann and Saro, so they won’t have to use ImpCreds for the fee.

Vasilii lowers his voice so the others can barely hear him over the radio. "Here’s my plan, such as it is. Each pair goes ‘shopping,’ ostensibly looking for trade goods. Buy whatever you like if you can justify it within the cover story and have it shipped to the ship, all straight and above board. If you have the chance to slip the surveillance, either add your cans to the shipment or find a parcel delivery service and have the cans shipped that way. If you ship them parcel post, make sure that it’s priority delivery to the ship."

Vasilii looks at the group. "Can anyone come up with a better idea? Has anyone scoped out possible side and back exits from the hotel?"

Swann said in a low voice, "I think using multiple methods of trying to slip the cans over the border gives us our best chance of getting at least some through. If we can distract our watcher down in the lobby, that would give one person the opportunity to slip into the business center to ship some cans back to the Bray Keaven.

"We should probably try to ship a few from someplace away from the hotel. If we can find someplace in the city that does express shipping, we could enter a nearby cafe or store, then have one person slip out the back and down an alley or side street to ship the cans.

"If we try to hide some in the Amadel, we should move the car first and park it in such a way it will be difficult to see into the trunk from the donut truck or the lobby of the hotel. That would better hide what we are doing back there.

"Hiding cans of soda on your person is difficult, even harder than hiding a gun because the cans don’t have a flat profile. An inside jacket or coat pocket works best. If you have a shoulder holster for a gun, you could use that as well. A briefcase or small carrying bag would be ideal.

"Ian, in your little walks around the hotel, did you notice if there was an alternate way to get in and out? Preferable, a side entrance that can be accessed from the stairs or fire escape that can't be seen from the lobby or the donut truck?"

Ian reports there are several exits from the hotel other than the front lobby. One is near the Amadel (and not too far from the Sweet Crust Donuts truck). There are two more on the backside of the hotel and one on the far side of the hotel from the Amadel.

"Maybe we should try all the things you are suggesting," Saro says. "Attempt to hide some cans in the car while we cross, send some using a parcel or courier service, and try to move some of the contents into other containers. I do worry about changing the containers because I feel the cans are a very stable environment and moving the fluid might result in denaturalization, but I feel we should try everything. My theory is that the carbonation works as a buffer for the packet envelopes that contain the viral particles. I’ll bet that those particles are sensitive to changes in pH and when they reach the stomach the envelope denatures and the viral particles are released.

"The one thing that might not work would be drinking the viral particles in the hope of having enough virus in our bloodstream to harvest it later. While that could be theoretically possible under very controlled circumstances, it would require knowledge about the life cycle of the virus that we do not possess at the moment. As a last resort I guess we could try it, but that would have to be a desperation move.

"As far as sending some of the cans, we might want to at least try and occupy the people who are keeping us under surveillance. Perhaps I could try and engage the lady in the lobby, and each one of the others carries a package. Whoever is not being followed can try and send it urgently. I can also try and send one, and someone else can try and speak with the people who are keeping an eye on us. Then we can try and smuggle the unsent cans through the border.

"The other thing is that we should try to leave this place as soon as possible. How about if we try to leave by the end of the day?"
 

The quartet splits into two pairs, each man taking a can of King Sour soda, leaving three in the hotel and two in the Amadel (in the trunk with the regular sample cans). Each pair then exits the room separately and heads down to the lobby.

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Entering the lobby first, Vasilii and Ian note that the attractive blonde is still waiting in the lobby, but now appears to be chatting animatedly to herself (or making a call with an earbud speaker/mic as would be used with a personal communicator). Trying to be as casual as possible, the two walk out the lobby entrance and down the street towards a large enclosed mall about a kilometer away. After a block or so, Ian stops and glances about as if trying to get his bearings. He notices a well–dressed man in a distinctive dark red dust coat that he remembers seeing in the hotel restaurant who also appears to be headed towards the mall but is about half a block behind.

Ian and Vasilii now take their time to wander towards the mall. The man also appears to be casually wandering too, sometimes a bit behind, sometimes somewhat close. Eventually, all three arrive at the mall entrance about the same time and enter. Once he enters the mall, the well–dressed man heads off in another direction from Ian and Vasilii.

Ian and Vasilii purchase a couple of well–made pottery pieces and an attractive sandstone vase manufactured in KGL in a crafts/arts store. They inquire about shipping and are told that the store would be happy to try and ship the items, but it's not likely to be successful since Bromley is being unfairly paranoid about AHV and refusing all shipments from KGL. The pair pays for the items and look for a shipping service in the mall. They find one and are given the same indignant response to their inquiry about shipping to Bromley.

On their way back to the hotel just before lunch, they notice that the well–dressed man appears to be heading back to the hotel at the same time with a shopping bag. The man makes a little bit of small talk about shopping for his wife but otherwise ignores Ian and Vasilii (though he keeps pace with the two).

When Ian and Vasilii enter the lobby and head to the elevators, Ian notices the man from last night seated and chatting with a middle–aged brunette near the elevators.

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Swann and Saro head out in a different direction a few minutes after Ian and Vasilii leave. When they enter the lobby, the attractive blonde is back to reading her paper. As they are exiting the lobby, they decide to walk so that they can see the Amadel and the reported Sweet Crust Donuts truck. They find that the truck has disappeared.

As they are walking down the street a couple of blocks from the hotel towards a smaller shopping/business area, Swann thinks that he spies the blonde a block behind him. It’s hard to tell though given the breather mask and basic black though stylish clothing designed to keep out dust. Swann and Saro duck into a few stores and purchase some KGL–made clothes, and the possible blonde in black always seems to come out of another store a little ways away a little after they do. The two finally find a shipping store and ask about shipping to Bromley where they are told that Bromley has gone crazy and stopped all shipments because of AHV.

Also on his shopping trip, Swann locates a rather attractive, authentic imitation shierrhino hide laptop case that appears to be roomy enough for the laptop and two cans of soda. It also has several exterior pockets and compartments for holding peripherals and accessories, and other internal pockets and compartments for file folders and other business supplies. He also purchases a few waterproof bags, one large enough for the laptop and two large enough for a can of soda. Saro purchases four recordings by local musicians.

Rather disheartened, Saro and Swann return to the hotel just before lunch. On the way back, Swann loses track of the possible blonde in black when she ducks into a clothing boutique and stays.

The Sweet Crust Donuts truck is nowhere to be seen when the pair passes the Amadel. Taking advantage of the apparent lack of surveillance, Swann quickly hides the two cans that they are carrying underneath the Amadel. One can is inside the right rear panel (behind the rear tire), and the other can is in the same location on the left side. Both are secured with a little bit of insta-glue putty.

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After everyone gets back to the hotel, Vasilii becomes cheerful and animated. "Hey Mark, see if there’s anything on the radio."

Once the radio is playing, Vasilii huddles with the others. "I didn’t anticipate obstructionism from Medway, but apparently diplomacy between Medway and KGL has strained to the point of refusing trade. I hope it won’t affect our attempted return across the border.

"I seem to be running out of ideas. I have only one more and it's a long shot. If I contact the VP at the plant, I can order a ‘test’ shipment of King Sour brand colas for ‘trade goods.’ I’m thinking I can negotiate for a few tons easily enough. What do you think the odds of KGL allowing the Bray Keaven to come to us for cargo loading? Worked properly, it could be a media event for the trade ministry and the ‘shadows’ would probably choose to stay out of the limelight.

"It’s not my first choice, but with the ship and the rest of the crew we stand a better chance of getting some of this back."

Swann says, "I like the idea of the Bray Keaven coming to us, if the government will allow it. It would help us maintain our cover, if that is still necessary. But there might be a lot of red tape involved, which would delay things. And I know some of us want to get the sodas back to Medway as soon as possible.

"I think we can get at least some of the sodas we have through the border crossing, but it would be better to avoid the necessity of doing that if possible."

"My first thought is that bringing the ship in is too complicated a process," Ian says. "But after thinking a bit, if we try and cross the border, they could detain us and no one would know, at least for a while. If we involve the ship and several ‘officials,’ it would be harder for them to ‘cover up’ our detention.

"I just don’t like the delay. If we can't get the ship here by tomorrow, I’d be tempted to say we try the border. I’d inform the ship before we tried to cross though, so they would know when to expect us."

"Well, you are the security experts," Saro says to Ian and Swann. "If you all think that calling the Bray Keaven over is the best way to go, I’m in. It’s just that I thought calling a starship like that might attract the wrong type of attention or take a lot of time to secure permits and such. Like I said, though, whatever way you all feel is the best to get these cans over the border."

Turning to Vasilii, Saro asks, "How fast do you think you can set this up? The more I think about it the more I like the idea of doing it right under their noses, although the extra attention unsettles me a bit. If Ian and Swann agree, let’s commit to this plan and make haste. I do not know why but I’m having visions of KGL Special Forces raiding this place."

Swann says, "I like the idea if we can make it happen fast. If it’s going to take a lot of red tape and filling out forms, then we’re probably better off just going for the border on our own, today."

Vasilii admits he just doesn’t know how long it will take to arrange to bring in the Bray Keaven. There probably are enough sodas at the plant to make the effort believable without having to manufacture more. However, the big unknown is the amount of red tape given the KGLP war footing, the fact that there is a government conspiracy involved, that Imperial visitors are highly uncommon, and that the foursome may already be under surveillance. All of those factors make any guesses as to the time required pretty problematic. The time required could be a day or a week.

Vasilii thinks for a moment. "Even if we try it my way, it will involve a good chunk of our current capital outlay. Since a dton of canned beverages averages about 15k ICr, we’d need to outlay about 150k ICr to buy 10 dtons of sodas. I’m using that as a rough figure of an amount that would make the VP happy and make calling for the ship to pick it up feasible.

"Maybe I could negotiate a better price, but that takes time that we probably don’t have. I also don’t think that I can commit that kind of credits without approval from those back on the Bray Keaven."

Vasilii’s best estimate is that it will take a few days to arrange the deal.

"OK," Saro says. "A few days to arrange you said? I feel that our best shot is to try crossing the border today then. The longer we wait the more chances we allow KGL to figure out what we are doing. It would have been priceless to pull the wool over their eyes and slip it into the Bray Keaven but I feel better about trying to move today.

"We have been here for a very small amount of time. I think that works to our advantage.

"As usual I’ll go along with whatever the group decides but my vote is to leave today and try to cross the border."

Swann says, "I agree with Doc. If we knew we could get the Bray Keaven in here tomorrow, I’d say wait. But if it’s going to take several days to set it up, I say we run for the border today."

Vasilii listens to each person. "I honestly can’t give anyone a firm timeline here. It could be as little as one-two days or as long as a week. Since everyone seems to have reservations about staying, I’m willing to go along with getting out of here today or tomorrow.

"I like Mr. McConnell’s idea of contacting the ship first before we leave. If we give them enough notice, maybe they could meet us right over the border and save us some time getting the samples back to the proper medical facilities."

Swann says, "It also might be a good idea to have them nearby in case we need some extra help getting across the border. Of course, they will have to time their arrival very carefully because I’m sure the KGL air defense system will be watching them closely. Maybe they could first land at the Bromlian military base we hitched a ride to aboard the cargo plane. That would cut down on their response time."
 

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