It took ten minutes before the outer layers of their suits had been heated enough to be touched without the danger of coldburn. When they removed their masks their breath billowed in the frigid air. The heaters had not yet succeeded in raising the temperature above zero Celsius. Cormac inspected the chill lens of ceramal containing the fleck of material that was the submind, then slipped it in the pouch on his suit’s utility belt. He looked at Mika, who was frowning, probably at herself, and then he turned his attention to Gant and Thorn, who had now removed their gloves and were checking over their weapons.

‘Don’t be too ready to shoot,’ he told them.

‘We’re always ready to shoot, old chap, but never eager,’ drawled Thorn. Then he nodded to the holster on Cormac’s sleeve. ‘Nice little piece that. May I see it?’

Cormac looked at the holster for a moment, then, coming to a decision, he unstrapped it and passed it across. Thorn touched a finger to the frigid control panel. There was a quiet snick and a small red light blinked on, then off. Thorn removed the five-point star of chrome steel and inspected it admiringly if somewhat gingerly.

‘Chainglass blades as well. This is a custom job. A Tenkian?’

He handed the weapon to Gant.

‘Yes, a Tenkian,’ said Cormac.

‘What’s the cut diameter with the auxiliary blades fully extended?’ asked Gant.

‘Twenty-five centimetres,’ Cormac told him.

‘Fuck! You ever used it at that?’

‘Once.’

‘Must have taken him apart.’

‘No, there’s never any need for full extension against a human opponent, it was against a Thrake.’ Cormac paused, groping for another conversational gambit. ‘Big bastard, looks like a woodlouse, but about the size of an elephant.’

Gant nodded and continued his inspection of the weapon.

‘Male bonding,’ said Chaline to Mika in a stage whisper, and shook her head. Mika lost her frown and smiled before starting some work on a notescreen. Gant took the holster from Thorn and put the shuriken away.

‘Not only a Tenkian, but one with a juiced-up processor as well,’ he said. He passed it back to Cormac. ‘A weapon like that is not cheap.’ He took out a cigarette and lit it.