Eighteen Chapter

“Arsène, my man!” Santeri Laukkonen half-shouted (necessary, if anyone was actually going to hear him over the bar’s background noise), and reached out to slap the blond, gray-eyed man on the shoulder. “Haven’t seen you for a while! Business been good?”

Arsène Bottereau, late — very late, in his case — citizen commander in the service of the People’s Republic of Haven’s Office of State Security, tried not to wince. He was not outstandingly successful. First, because Laukkonen was a physically powerful man who hadn’t pulled the blow in the least. Second, because Bottereau had been concentrating on keeping a low profile for a long time, now. And third, because he owed Laukkonen money . . . and wasn’t there to pay it. Which was one reason he’d arranged to meet the fence and weapons dealer in a public bar rather than a quiet, discreet little office somewhere. Now he steered the other man to a corner booth — the sort of corner booth where waiters left one alone because they worked in the sort of bar where business discussions were likely to require an additional degree of . . . privacy.

Laukkonen’s bodyguards were as accustomed as the bar’s wait staff to keeping their noses out of their employer’s business as much as possible, and they peeled off to flanking positions, close enough to hover protectively, yet far enough away to avoid overhearing anything which was none of their affair.

“Not so good as all that, Santeri, in answer to your question.” Bottereau told him a small smile, once they were seated. “Now that people are shooting at each other out this way again, pickings are getting slim.”

“I’m sorry to hear that.” Laukkonen’s tone was still genial, but his brown eyes had hardened noticeably.

“Yes, well, that’s one of the reasons I wanted to talk with you,” Bottereau said.

“Yes?” Laukkonen encouraged so pleasantly that an undeniable shiver ran down Bottereau’s spine.

“I know I still owe you for that last load of supplies.” The ex-Peep had decided going in that frankness and honesty were the only way to go. “And I’m pretty sure you’ve figured out that the reason I haven’t come calling on you sooner is that I don’t have the cash to pay for it.”

“The suspicion had crossed my mind,” Laukkonen allowed. His lips smiled. “I’m sure you wouldn’t be thinking about stiffing an old friend, though.”

“Of course not,” Bottereau said, with total honesty.

Attempting to cheat Santeri Laukkonen was not what one might consider a career enhancing move. It was a big galaxy, and it was entirely possible a man could run fast enough and far enough to get away with something like that, but Arsène Bottereau wasn’t about to risk finding out that it wasn’t. Big as the galaxy was, people like Laukkonen tended to have contacts in the least likely of places . . . and people in his line of work tended to do one another favors. Even if they hardly knew one another. Letting someone get away with cheating any of them was bad business, and if word got around that someone had done that to someone else, the offender had a distressing tendency to end up dead. Professional courtesy (after all, one day they might need a favor in Laukkonen’s area), combined with the need to make it clear deadbeats did not prosper in their neck of the woods, saw to that.

“I’m relieved to hear it,” Laukkonen said, still pleasantly. “On the other hand, I have to wonder exactly why you wanted to see me if it wasn’t to pay me?”

“Mostly because I want to avoid . . . misunderstandings,” Bottereau replied.

“What sort of ‘misunderstandings’?”

“The thing is, I can’t pay you right now, and to be honest, the way both the Manties and Theisman — and Erewhon, for that matter — are escorting their convoys in the area, things are getting too hot for Jacinthe. She’s only a light cruiser, and we’re beginning to see heavy cruiser escorts — even a couple of battlecruisers, out of Theisman.” Bottereau shook his head. “I’m not going to get your money by ramming my head into that kind of opposition, and the stuff sailing independently around here right now is strictly low-end. It’s not going to pay the bills, either.”

“And this matters to me because . . .?” Laukkonen’s expression was not encouraging.

“Because I’ve got an . . . opportunity elsewhere. It’s for a big paycheck, Santeri. Enough to let me finally retire, actually, as well as paying you everything I owe you.”

“Of course it is.”

Laukkonen smiled thinly, but Bottereau shook his head.

“I know. Everybody in my line of work is always looking for the big score.”

It was his turn to smile, and there was absolutely no humor in it. He hadn’t seen a lot of options when the People’s Republic went down with Oscar Saint-Just, yet if he’d realized then what he was getting into . . . .

“I won’t lie to you,” he went on, looking Laukkonen straight in the eye. “There’s nothing I’d like better than to be able to get the hell out, and this may be my chance to do just that.”

“Unless, of course, something . . . unfortunate happens before you get to that retirement check,” Laukkonen pointed out.

“Which is one reason I’m having this conversation with you,” Bottereau said. “I know these people are good for the money. I’ve worked with them before, although I have to admit this time they’re talking about a lot bigger paycheck than before.” He grimaced. “On the other hand, what they’re talking about sounds like a straightforward merc operation, not commerce raiding.” It was interesting, a corner of his own mind noted, that even now he couldn’t bring himself to use the word “piracy” in conjunction with his own actions. On the other and, it never even occurred to him to mention anything about the People’s Navy in Exile to Laukkonen. Mostly because he was certain it would absolutely convince the arms dealer he was shooting him a line of pure shit. “It’s a single in-and-out op, and the amount they’re talking about, completely in addition to anything we might . . . pick up along the way, would clear everything I owe you — and everyone else — and still leave me enough to set up somewhere else in something legitimate.”


“And I want you to understand that in order for me to get from where I am now to that paycheck — the one I’m planning to pay you out of — I’m going to need some time.”

“How much time?” Laukkonen asked frostily.

“I’m not absolutely positive,” Bottereau conceded. “Probably at least three or four months . . . maybe even a little longer.”

“And just exactly what are you planning to operate on in the meantime?” Laukkonen’s skepticism was plain.

“We’re not going to be operating ‘in the meantime,'” Bottereau replied. “This is something big, Santeri. To be honest, I’m not sure how big, but big. I do know they’re going to be pulling in a lot more than just Jacinthe for this one, though, and it’s going to take a while to get everything assembled. That’s why I can’t tell you exactly how long it’s going to be. But they’ll be picking up our regular maintenance and operating costs while we wait for the entire strike force to assemble.”

Laukkonen leaned back on the other side of the table, regarding him thoughtfully, and Bottereau looked back as levelly as he could. For a change, just about everything he’d just told the other man was true. Obviously he hadn’t explained every single thing that was involved, but everything he had said was the stark, absolute truth. He hoped that unusual state of affairs was apparent to Laukkonen.

“You’re not just trying to get a head start, are you, Arsène?” the fence/arms-dealer inquired finally.

“The thought had occurred to me, before this came along,” Bottereau admitted. “On the other hand, I know all about your contacts. I figure there’s no more than an even chance — if that — that I could stiff you and then disappear so completely nobody ever caught up with me. Frankly, I don’t much like those odds, and even if I could pull it off, I imagine spending the next several decades wondering if I really had wouldn’t he especially pleasant, either.” He shrugged. “So, instead, I’m telling you ahead of time why you aren’t going to see me for a while. I don’t want you putting out the word so I get myself killed when I’m actually on my way back to Ajax to settle up with you.”

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14 Responses to TORCH OF FREEDOM — Snippet 46

  1. Noah says:

    Does anyone else think that the next book in this sub-series may have a name like “Tablet of …”?

    I’ve realized that Lady Liberty wears a crown, and holds a torch in one hand, and a tablet in the other.

  2. Zathras says:

    Or possibly a chain?

  3. hank says:

    “Tell Jabba i’ve got the money….”

  4. robert says:

    And the Jacinthe has one of those kaboom things planted in her. I guess Laukkonen gets stiffed anyway. Or sells the info to Anton and Co.

  5. John Roth says:

    Hm. I know I’ve seen a reference to the “People’s Navy in Exile” somewhere, but I don’t think in this set of snippets. Maybe in Shadow of Saganami?

  6. Drak Bibliophile says:

    John, it was mentioned in Shadow of Saganami after the Hexapuma fought the rogue State Security warships in the Cluster.

  7. wyrm says:

    Presumably one of the Peeps that the Mesan Alignment will send after Torch. Does the arms dealer sell the information to Cachet?

  8. robert says:

    I don’t know exactly why, but Bottereau does not seem much like a State Security guy, especially an ex-officer. They are usually not so timid.

  9. Drak Bibliophile says:

    Robert, think about it.

    He’s a State Security officer without the legal power of the People Republic of Haven backing him up.

    Nobody’s really going to be concerned if Laukkonen causes him to have an ‘accident’.

    An SS officer as arrogrant as we saw earlier in the main series is going to be dead real fast when working ‘In Exile’.

    He needs Laukkonen and Laukkonen doesn’t need to fear him.

  10. Here’s another couple of characters to add to the myriad already encountered. How many pages is the cast of characters going to be?

  11. robert says:

    @10 Billions and billions (RIP Carl Sagan).

  12. John T Mainer says:

    That answers the question of how Anton and Victor got the word. Subcontracting to pirates who have outstanding debts to organized crime is a good way to make sure that all the information you want to conceal is actually on the open market. How many of the criminals would start putting together as much of the big picture as they could to find an angle to work for their own advantage? How much of the work is already done when the dynamic duo get there? How many people are going to be screaming loudly when the wheels come off?

    For professional conspirators, the Alignment make good publicists.

    For information of the top secret plot to take over the galaxy, send paypal payment to

  13. Drak Bibliophile says:

    Yes and no John. Remember ‘Jabba The Hut’ doesn’t know the ‘target’ or who’s paying for the job.

    Also, offically the Alignment doesn’t exist. Somebody might guess that Manpower is paying for the job but the Alignment really won’t be hurt if *Manpower* takes the fall.

  14. John Roth says:

    @13 Drak

    Especially since it’s this close to “Prometheus.” Manpower looks like a front that they really don’t care about once the mask comes off.

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