“Okay.” Her soprano was just the tiniest bit husky, and she patted his knee again. But then she sat back and drew a deep breath. “On the other hand, what I have in mind for starters shouldn’t take too much out of me or anyone else.”

“Ah?” McKeon cocked his head at her, and she nodded.

“I want Harkness, Scotty, and Russ to break out the satellite com gear and figure out a way to sneak into the Peep com system.”

“ ‘Sneak in,’ ” McKeon repeated carefully.

“For now, all I want to do is find a way to listen to their traffic and get a feel for their procedures. Eventually, we may need to see if we can’t hack our way into Camp Charon’s computers, as well.”

“That’s a tall order with the gear we’ve got here,” McKeon warned. “The hacking part, I mean. And unless they’re total idiots, there’s no way their central systems would accept reprogramming from a remote location.”

“I know. I’m not thinking of programming, only of stealing more data from them. And if things work the way I’d like them to, we may never have to do even that. But I want the capability in place if it turns out that we need it. And if Harkness can hack the central computers of a StateSec battlecruiser with only a minicomp, I figure he’s got to have a pretty fair shot at infiltrating a simple com net. Especially since the bad guys ‘know’ no one else on the entire planet has any electronic capability at all.”

“A point,” McKeon agreed. “Definitely a point. All right, Skipper. I’ll go collect the three of them and tell them to get started assembling their gear.” He chuckled and climbed to his feet with a grin. “When they figure out they’ll get to start spending time in the air-conditioned luxury of one of the shuttles, I probably won’t even have to kick any butt to get them started, either!”

Chapter Nine

“YOU know,” Lieutenant Russell Sanko observed, “if these people would just talk to each other every so often, we might get something accomplished here.”

“I’m sure that if they only knew how much they’re inconveniencing you they’d run right out and start gabbing away,” Jasper Mayhew replied with a grin. “In the meantime, we’ve only been listening for two weeks, and—” He shrugged, tipped his comfortable chair well back under the air return and luxuriated in the cool, dry air that spilled down over him.

“You’re a hedonist, Mayhew,” Sanko growled.

“Nonsense. I’m simply the product of a hostile planetary environment,” Mayhew said comfortably. “It’s not my fault if that sort of insecure life experience imposes survival-oriented psychoses on people. All us Graysons get horribly nervous when we have to operate out in the open, with unfiltered air all around us.” He gave a dramatic shudder. “It’s a psychological thing. Incurable. That’s the real reason Lady Harrington assigned me to this, you know. Medical considerations. Elevated pulse and adrenaline levels.” He shook his head sadly. “It’s a terrible thing to require this sort of air-conditioned luxury solely for medical reasons.”