Aurora in Four Voices by Catherine Asaro, Steven H Silver, Joe Bergeron Read Free Book Online

it. I have augmented strength and reflexes. You would more likely end up dead than me."
    "Even with the Promenade breaking?"
    That made her think. "It would complicate things," she admitted. She motioned at the plateau. "If he's the one who turned on the Lions, those drones down there must be his."
    "Drones?" Jato swore and started back up the steps.
    Soz grabbed his arm. "There's nowhere to go that way."
    He stopped, seeing her point. They couldn't go up, they couldn't go down, and the chasm waited beneath them. Now was the time to find out what arsenal, if any, they had at their disposal. "What else can you do besides see in the dark?"
    "I've a computer node in my spine with a library of combat reflexes." She bent her arm at the elbow. "My skeleton and muscles are augmented by high-pressure hydraulics and powered by a microfusion reactor that delivers a few kilowatts. It gives me reflexes and strength two to three times greater than normal, as much as my body can sustain without overheating."
    "Can you stop the globes?"
    "Three or four, I could handle. But there are nine there." She looked down the stairs again. "They're coming."
    He saw it now too, the Mandelbrot sparkle of globes revving into active mode. Their lights flowed upward in a fractal curve of luminance.
    "Jato," a voice said.
    He nearly jumped. The voice came out of empty air: cool, impersonal, commanding.
    "Come down here," it said. "Bring the woman."
    As Jato's adrenalin surge calmed, he realized it was only a globe transmitting the voice. "Go to hell, Crankenshaft."
    "You have twenty seconds to resume descending," his tormentor said.
    "Let her go and I'll do what you want," Jato said.
    "Fifteen seconds."
    The globes continued up the stairs, whirring like a swarm of huge bugs. Ten steps away, five, two. A syringe hissed, and Soz feinted with a speed that blurred, kicking up her leg. Her heel smashed into a globe, and it spun out from the cliff in a spiral of glittering lights.
    A second globe rolled in to fill the gap, a third came from the side, a fourth whirred behind Soz, and a fifth hung over them, its syringe pointing down like the cannon on a miniature battlecruiser. Jato and Soz kept moving; feint, dodge, feint, Soz using her augmented speed. Two globes collided in midair with the grating racket of ceramoplex crashing together.
    It was only a matter of seconds before a syringe shot hit Jato in the chest. The area went numb almost instantly and the sensation spread fast. As his arms dropped like stones to his sides, he lost his balance and tumbled down the stairs, stars and mountains careening past his vision.
    He had one final glimpse of Soz lying on her back on the stairs, pinned down by globes, before his head hit stone.

4. Aurora
    A high ceiling came into focus. After a while a thought surfaced in Jato's mind. He was alive.
    He sat up, favoring his bruises. He was alone in Crankenshaft's studio. No, not alone. Soz lay on the other end of the ledge, eyes closed, her torso rising and falling with each breath. Relief rushed over him, followed by a Neanderthal impulse to go over, stake out his territory, and protect her from Crankenshaft. It wasn't the world's most logical response given she was an Imperial Messenger, but he had it just the same.
    He wondered why she was still unconscious. Even his body contained nanomeds designed to repair and maintain it. An ISC officer probably carried molecule-sized laboratories.
    As he got off the ledge, a clink sounded. Turning, he saw a chain with one end attached to a ring in the wall. Its other end fastened to a manacle around his ankle.
    He gritted his teeth, wishing he could wrap the chain around Crankenshaft's neck. At least the tether was long enough to let him reach Soz. That almost made him back off; he trusted nothing Crankenshaft did. But his instincts were still at work, conjuring up protect mate impulses, so he went over to her.
    Crankenshaft had no illusions about Soz needing protection. Her wrists