â
Jo and Kay walked in the hot afternoon. Kay said, âSomething else you should know.â
Jo looked at her.
âThe opposition has one of The People working with them.â
âReally?â
âA male. I caught his scent. Faint, and after
Mish
femâs death, I did not explore it further, but I find it hard to believe that he was there by coincidence.â
âI wouldnât think so either.â
âIt bears more investigation.â
âI agree.â Jo waited a second before she said, âMaybe I shouldââ
âNo need,â Kay said, cutting her off. âI will do it.â
Jo nodded. The Vastalimi were stoic about many things, death notwithstanding. People came and went, that was the way of it, and there was no need to be overly disturbed; nothing could be done to change the general pattern, only the individual ones. Everybody got onto the hoverbus, and eventually, everybody got off; the questions were, how long was the ride, and how did you leave?
âAre there rituals to observe for Em?â
âNo. She
was
, now she is
not
. She was a good companion, she moved well enough. What was left is but a husk; her essence has departed. If you believe in the Other Side, she is there; if not, then she is wherever she is.
Sudbina.
â
She looked at Jo.
Jo nodded.
Yes.
Fate.
SIX
Despite Kayâs offhand attitude, Emâs death cast a shadow over the camp. The body was cremated, the ashes scattered, and business went on. When you worked in a profession whose tools included guns and bombs, death was always on the menu; only a matter of time until the order you placed arrived . . .
Jo worried about Kayâs mental state. Em had been with them only a short while, there werenât any long-standing bonds, but still; save for the recent discovery that there was a male Vastalimi working with the opposition, Kay and Em had been the only two of their kind on this part of the planet as far as anyone here knew. Surely that had to resonate somehow.
Jo broached it carefully. âIs there anything you need?â
âNeed? No. I wouldnât mind having a chance to hunt, but that is not a need, only a desire. And there is no prey worth chasing in this area, save for humans.â
âProbably not a good idea to bag any of those, except maybe for the opposition. And I suspect the colonel would frown upon that, given the extra scrutiny we are under.â
âAgreed.â
Jo was still thinking about Kayâs mind-set when she went to see Formentara for a tune-up.
All of her augs were functioning properly, as far as Jo could tell, nothing bothering her, but Formentara required frequent checks. Much easier to prevent a problem than to repair one, zhe said, and given the number of augmented systems Jo was running, problems could crop up. Anybody of lesser talent and skill than Formentara would be hard-pressed to keep Joâs system in balance. Most people with anywhere close to as many augs as Jo had were looking at short lives. Generally, each major aug would cut ten years or so from oneâs life span unless precisely tuned and balanced, and until sheâd met Formentara, Jo had expected to die young. A price she had been willing to pay . . .
âOn the table,â Formentara said.
Jo obeyed, lying there naked as Formentara waved hir magic hands over the reader fields to observe and adjust. The room was warm enough so Jo didnât need to worry about her temperature.
âAnything bothering you?â zhe asked.
âNot really.â
âYeah, something isâyour hormones are off. What?â
âWell, Emâs death.â
âThat was a bitch.â
âIâm more worried about how it affected Kay. She says sheâs fine, but Iâm not sure thatâs so.â
âToo bad she wonât let me work on her.â
âSheâs faster and stronger than a human, even augmented