“You should be inside with the rest of us.”
“Naw,” Amos said. As he spoke, he grabbed one of the partial batteries and began pulling it apart. “Lot of this salvage Wei’s people are bringing in is leaking toxic shit you wouldn’t want in the air in there. Plus, I don’t want those people getting touchy-feely with my stuff.”
“You know what I mean. This shelter you’ve set up makes an attractive dry spot. The slugs will be swarming you by nightfall.”
“Maybe,” Amos agreed with a nod. “But I got my plastic sheet to keep ’em from popping up out of the ground. And the ones that try to crawl in get fried by the torch. I leave their little smoking corpses out there. The live ones seem to avoid ’em. I think I’m okay.”
Holden nodded, and sat with Amos in companionable silence for a few minutes while the mechanic finished stripping the battery and laying out the parts based on how damaged they were. He was building a pile of clean parts to assemble new battery housings out of. Holden knew if he offered to help he’d just get in the way, but it was so nice to be both out of the rain, and out of sight of the anxious colonists, that he didn’t want to leave.
“You know,” he finally said, “if your eyes get much worse I’m going to have to make you come inside. Finished with this or not.”
“I guess you can try,” Amos said with a laugh.
“Don’t fight me on this,” Holden said. “Please. Can I have one thing no one is fighting me on? I’m not leaving you out here to get poisoned. And if you’re blind, I think I can take you.”
“Might be fun to find out,” Amos laughed again. “If it’s anybody, it’s you, I guess. But I’m not being obstinate to be a pain in your ass, Cap. I hope you know that.”
“Then what?”
“Everybody in there has the same fucking problem. Running out of food, going blind, planet blew up,” Amos said. He began assembling a battery out of spare parts while he spoke. His deft fingers knew the work so well he almost didn’t have to look at it. “Know what they’ll be talking about?”
“That?”
“Yeah. ‘Boo hoo, I ain’t got no food, I’m going blind, holy shit there’s poison slugs.’ I don’t do group therapy. Couple minutes of bitching and moaning, I’m gonna start knocking people out just to get some peace.”
Holden slumped on the crate, putting his soggy head in his hands. “I know. I get to listen to that instead. It’s making me a little cranky.”
“You’re cranky because you’re tired,” Amos said. “You got that I-have-to-save-everyone hangup, so I make it that you haven’t slept in about two days. But listening to people bitch? Yeah, that’s sorta your job. It’s why you make the big money.”
“We make the same money.”
“Then I guess you’re doing it for the fame and glory.”
“I hate you,” Holden said.
“I’ll have that first cart up and running by the end of the day,” Amos replied, snapping the battery housing together with a plastic click.
“Thanks,” Holden said, then pushed himself to his feet with a grunt and started slogging his way back toward the tower.
“Anytime,” Amos said to his back.
Holden’s terminal started buzzing again. “Jim, where are you?” Elvi said the moment he accepted the connection. “I need this data —”
“On my way,” he replied. “Sort of wearing a lot of hats right now. But I should be there in a minute.”
He killed the connection just in time to for Murtry to come out of the tower’s main entrance and make him a liar.
“Captain,” Murtry said.
“Mister Murtry. How are things on your end? Amos seems to be making good use of the salvaged carts.”
“He’s a good mechanic,” the RCE security chief replied. “There was another drop.”
“Saw it. My terminal marked and mapped it. Let me transfer the location so you can send a team.”
As he transferred the data, Murtry said, “We lost a man.”
“Who?”
“Paulson. One of my drivers. Slug crawled into his boot when no one was looking.”
“I’m very sorry,” Holden said, trying to remember if he knew which one Paulson was, and feeling guilty that someone had died to help them out and he couldn’t even put a face with the name.
“Stupid mistake,” Murtry said. He tapped out some rapid commands on his terminal. “And I wasn’t looking for your sympathy. Just apprising you of the situation and our reduced team strength.”
“Okay,” Holden said, surprised that the man’s lack of empathy still surprised him.
“Wei will handle the supply pickup.”
“How’s her vision doing? How many more of these runs does she have in her, do you think?”
“She’s on her way,” Murtry said with a humorless smile. “So at least one more, I’d say.”
“Great,” Holden said. “Tell her I said thanks.”
“Will do,” Murtry replied, ignoring the irony. “But I need something from you.”
“You need, or RCE needs?”
“Consider those the same thing at this point,” Murtry said. “Should be some construction materials in this load. I need to assemble a work crew to set up my structure before everyone is too blind to do the job.”
“What’s it for? There’s a ton of other work we need to do while we can. And in a turn of luck,” Holden said, pointing at the alien tower behind him, “shelter is not one of our pressing problems.”
“These people,” Murtry said, “are eating my food, drinking my water, and taking my medicine. My team is gathering the supplies and doing the dangerous salvage work that makes any of this possible. You know what? As long as that remains true, they can throw up a few walls for me when I ask.”
“Then what do you need from me?”
“They have the mistaken impression you’re in charge. Correcting them seemed impolite.”
Holden had a sudden mental image of dragging the soon-to-be-blind Murtry out into the middle of the rain-soaked desert and abandoning him at the center of a swarm of the lethal slugs.
“Did I say something funny?” Murtry asked.
“Inside joke,” Holden replied with a smile. “You had to be there. I’ll let Carol know you’re looking for volunteers.”