Shadow Hunters by Christie Golden, Glenn Rane Read Free Book Online Page A

our buddy Val’s dad is rebuilding an empire and he needs al the ship parts he can lay his hands on. This place has become a salvage yard for the Dominion, and we wil need to be careful getting in, and getting out. We’re just about in viewing range.” She hit a couple of buttons. “Ah, there we go.”
    Rosemary had brought them to a graveyard. Jake thought that it had indeed been a significant battle, to leave this much wreckage. He wondered if any effort had been made to find the bodies, or if they were out there along with pieces of ships, spinning slowly in starlit darkness, nothing more than space junk now. Some of the vessels appeared largely intact, others were obviously unspaceworthy pieces of debris.
    “Okay, so far so good,” said Rosemary, breaking his train of thought. “No sign of a welcoming party coming to intercept us. Chances are we haven’t been noticed yet.
    We go in dark and drift in … just another piece of the junk.” She touched a few controls and the power went down with a soft sigh. Jake and Rosemary were enveloped in dim starlight as the controls went dark. “Slow and unnoticed,”
    Rosemary said. “More people than us know about this place. There’s usualy a lot of unsavory types here even with the Dominion’s presence—smugglers and pirates and so on. There’l likely be a couple of Wraiths beating a patrol around the place, but we’ve got a system runner, so we should be able to outrun them if we’re spotted.”
    Jake felt a twinge of amusement at the thought of Rosemary’s referring to anyone else as “unsavory types.” That sensation was shortly replaced by unease as they moved toward the dead ships. His headache increased as they passed several tense moments while the ship drifted closer and closer to the debris field. Finaly, they were in among the pieces of wreckage. Giant parts of ships loomed past and Rosemary slowly brought minimal power online and used the runner’s thrusters to avoid hitting any of the other vessels.
    “No company yet—good. Let me risk some quick scans to see if we can find what we need.” Jake was glad Rosemary seemed to know what she was doing. She was caling up information, her blue eyes scanning it quickly, and finaly she nodded. “A compatible nav system right there, as wel as some drive and life support components we need. May need work, but probably nothing I can’t handle. Looks like we finaly caught a break. Let me remove this one and then I’l go get the other.”
    Slowly, carefuly, R. M. maneuvered the system runner until it was only about ten meters from the vessel in question. Rising, Rosemary located a tool kit, dropped down to the metal floor, and slid under the console. Jake watched in silent admiration as she unfastened the plating, reached into a jumble of wires and glowing chips, and inside of fifteen minutes removed a fairly large navigation unit. As they lifted the frame holding the nav system out, she pointed with a scowl to a glowing green circular component in the heart of the frame.
    “There’s our culprit.”
    “Are you going to destroy it?”
    She shook her head. Her silky black hair flowed with the movement. As was always the case, Jake wished he could touch it without getting punched.
    “We have a better use for it. Al right, time to go get its replacement. Same deal as the last spacewalk, Professor. I go out, you watch the little light.”
    “Wil do.”
    They carried the nav unit into the docking chamber, and she went into the back room and suited up. The door closed and a few moments later the light iluminated green.
    Jake waited until he saw her floating past, the tether secure on her body, nav unit in tow, directing herself purposefuly to the Wraith they had puled alongside of, and then got himself a coffee. It was much, much better than what passed for the beverage on the marine vessel the Gray Tiger. He supposed he shouldn’t be surprised. This was a black marketer’s vessel, after al. While he was up,