Infinity Beach - Jack McDevitt [179]
“Why don’t we wait to see whether anyone comes to rescue them?” suggested Yoshi. “If nobody shows up within a reasonable time, then we could try to take them on board.”
“What’s a reasonable time?” asked Tripley. “For all we know, they’re running out of life support while we debate. God knows how long they’ve been here.”
“But they’re telling us,” said Emily, “to go away.”
Yoshi frowned. “I’m not so sure. Maybe the message is a distress call. You break off the sequence, that means there’s something wrong. Maybe they think we should recognize that. Just like we think they should recognize the open door.”
Tripley was out of patience. “Look,” he said, “what’s the worst that could happen if we pick them up? We go back to Greenway—”
“—St. Johns is closer.”
“—Greenway. We’re going to need help. We’ll have a team waiting for us when we get there. Do whatever needs to be done for the poor bastards. Then we give them the keys to the city and send them on their way.”
“If it works,” said Yoshi, “it’d be a great way to begin relations.”
“Then we’re agreed. Markis, you have any reservations?”
“I’d keep hands off. But it’s your call, Kile. I’ll go along with whatever you decide.”
“Let’s do it.”
“How?” asked Yoshi.
Tripley took a deep breath. “What you said. The thing doesn’t seem to have much maneuverability. Let’s just take them on board.”
Emily and Tripley suited up, went below, and depressurized the cargo bay.
“When I tell you to,” Kane instructed them, “open the door. But not before. I don’t want you getting a direct dose of local radiation. We’ll keep the star on the far side of the ship. But it still won’t be safe so we want to handle this with dispatch. Once the door’s open, you shouldn’t have to do anything. I’ll bring the turtle shell on board. But if there’s a reaction and we have to maneuver, make sure you hold on to something. As soon as it’s inside, close up. Okay?”
“Okay, Markis,” said Tripley.
Thrusters along the starboard hull fired and the Hunter moved sidewise toward the target.
Carrying their helmets, they went into the air lock and sat down on the bench. The screen embedded in the outer door performed all the functions of a window. Kim’s angle however did not reveal what they were able to see. “So far there’s no response,” said Kane.
He took almost an hour to negotiate the distance. When he was satisfied, he signaled and Tripley opened the inner air-lock door. And then the outer.
“Still nothing,” said Kane. “It’s about two minutes away.”
They moved out of the lock, giving Kane room to operate.
“We’re about to cut gravity. Stay clear of the object. If it does anything unexpected, let it go. Somebody dies, it’s a lot of paperwork, and in this situation it wouldn’t take much.”
“You all right?” Emily asked her partner.
“I’m fine,” said Tripley.
“Okay.” Kane’s voice was a monotone. “We’re about to shut gravity down. Don’t make any sudden moves.”
The celestial appeared outside the open air lock.
“Stay clear,” warned Kane. “The turtle-shell will come through the door without help. When it’s safely inside, close up. And then give it lots of room.”
The Hunter’s, outside lights swept across the turtle-shell. Kim noticed what she had not observed before: The geometry suggested the hyperbolic vehicle that had attached itself to the Hammersmith.
“Don’t worry,” said Emily. “We’ll be fine.”
“I’m sure you will. But keep your distance until we’re sure it’s safe. When we’ve done that, we’ll have to figure out how to secure for the trip home.”
“Maybe,” said Yoshi, who was watching from the corridor, “we should have talked this out a bit more.”
The turtle-shell was just outside the air lock. Kane was apparently moving the Hunter gradually toward it. Tripley stood watching. He was too close. Maybe mesmerized, but his face was obscured by the helmet. Emily took him by the arm and pulled him gently out of the way.
It entered the lock. Passed through and drifted into the hold. Into the lights.
“Hey,” said Kane, “we’re getting a visual.