tz.theicarushunt-第8部分
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t。 I let him get a ten…meter head start； then followed。
The hospitality center straddling the main pathway thirty meters inward from the entrance gate wasn't much more than your basic Ihmis taverno； just built on a larger scale and with correspondingly higher prices。 I walked straight across the crowded dining area； past the line of small private dining chambers； and through the NO ADMITTANCE door into one of the storage rooms。
As I'd expected； the room was empty； the entire staff out serving the rush of opening…hour customers。 I crossed to the service door on the far side； shucking off my jacket and again turning it inside out。 There was no ID slot on this side； but I could wedge the Icarus tag between the zipper and covering flap where the scanners could read it。 Unlocking the door； I stepped out into the spaceport proper again and got onto the nearest of the guidelighted slideways meandering between the various landing pads。 We would see now just how alert the Ihmisits were； and how badly they wanted to follow me。
To my mild surprise； they apparently didn't want it very badly at all。 Serious interest on their part would have meant an actual； physical tail on hand to augment the signal from the tracker； but I kept a close watch as I shifted between slideways at the prompting of the guide…lights； and saw no indication of anyone performing a similar dance。 Either my jaunt through the hospitality building and jacket switch had caught them pletely by surprise； or the tracker had just been a token reaction to a possible lead who might still be of interest but probably wasn't。 Or else they had no particular reason to follow me because they had no idea the Icarus even existed。
Or else they knew all about the Icarus and were already waiting for me there； and all of this was simply their helpful way of offering me the rope I would need to hang myself。 A wonderfully cheery thought to be having at six in the morning。
I'd been riding along the slideways in what seemed like circles for about fifteen minutes； and was starting to quietly curse the entire Ihmis species； when the yellow guidelights running ahead of me finally turned the pink that indicated I was there。 Taking one last surreptitious look around； I hopped off my current slideway； circled the stern of a Trinkian freighter； and came face…to…face with the Icarus。
To say that the first sight was a letdown would be to vastly understate the case。 The ship looked like nothing I'd ever seen before； like nothing I'd ever imagined before。 Like nothing； for that matter； that had any business flying。
The bow section was built along standard lines； with the necessary splay…finger hyperspace cutter array melding into the equally standard sensor/capacitor nose…cone arrangement。 But from that point on； anything resembling normal starship design went straight out the window。 Behind the bow the ship swelled abruptly into a large sphere； a good forty meters across； covered with the same dark gray hull plates as the nose cone。 The usual assortment of maneuvering vents were scattered around its surface； connecting aft to the ship's main thrusters via a series of conduits running through the narrow space between the inner and outer hulls。
Behind the large sphere was a smaller； twenty…meter…diameter sphere squashed up into the aft section of the larger one； with a saddle…surface cowling covering the intersection between them。 Behind the second sphere； looking almost like it had been slapped on as an afterthought； was a full…size engine section that looked like it had e off a Kronks ore scutter； and one of the more disreputable ones at that。 Hugging the surface of the small sphere here on the ship's port side； running from the aft part of the large sphere to the forward part of the engine section； was a hard…shell wraparound space tunnel。 Near the center of the wraparound was the entryway； currently sealed； with a pair of floodlights stuck to the wraparound just above the top two corners。 A collapsible stairway extended the ten meters from the red…rimmed hatch down to the ground； with an entry…code keypad on the handrail near the bottom。 There was a landing skid/cushion arrangement propping up the engine section somewhat； but the bulge of the larger sphere still forced the bow cone to point up into the sky at about a ten…degree angle。
The overall visual effect was either that of an old…style rocket that had suddenly lost hull integrity in vacuum and bulged outward in two places； or else some strange metallic creature that had bee pregnant with twins； one of them a definite runt。 I hadn't been expecting something sleek and impressive； but this was just ridiculous。
〃Looks like something a group of semitrained chimps put together out of a box； doesn't it？〃 a cheerful voice mented at my side。
I turned。 A medium…sized man in his early thirties with wavy blue…streaked hair and a muscular build had e up beside me； gazing up at the Icarus with a mixture of amusement and disbelief。 〃Succinctly put；〃 I agreed； lowering my bag to the ground。 〃With one of the chimps having first spilled his coffee on the instructions。〃
He grinned； setting his bag down next to mine。 〃I believe that between us we have indeed captured the essence of the situation。 You flying with us？〃
〃So I was told；〃 I said。 〃Jordan McKell； pilot and navigator。〃
〃Jaeger Jones； mechanic；〃 he identified himself； sticking out his hand。 〃Boscor Mechanics Guild。〃
〃Good outfit；〃 I said； shaking his hand。 He had a good solid grip； the sort you'd expect of a starship mechanic。 〃Been waiting long？〃
〃No； just a couple of minutes；〃 he said。 〃Kind of surprised to be the first one here； actually。 From the way Borodin talked last night； I figured he'd be in as soon as the gates opened。 But the entry's locked； and no one answered when I buzzed。〃
I stepped over to the base of the stairway and touched the OPEN mand on the keypad。 There was a soft beep； but nothing happened。 〃You check to see if there were any other ways inside？〃 I asked； looking up at the ship again。
〃Not yet；〃 Jones said。 〃I went around that Trink's bow first to see if I could see Borodin ing； but there's no sign of him that direction。 You want me to circle the ship and see what's on the other side？〃
〃No； I'll do it；〃 I said。 〃You wait here in case he shows up。〃
I headed aft along the side； circling the rest of the small sphere； then walking alongside the engine section。 Seen up close； some of the hull plates did indeed look like they'd been fastened on by Jones's semi…trained chimps。 But for all the cosmetic sloppiness； they seemed solid enough。 I rounded the thruster nozzles…which looked more professionally installed than the hull plates…and continued forward along the starboard side。
I was halfway to the smaller sphere when a pair of indentations in the engine section caught my eye。 Thirty centimeters apart； they were about a centimeter wide each； and an exploring finger showed they were about two centimeters deep and five more down； running to an apparent point。 Basically like the latch grooves for a snap…fit lifeline； except that I'd never seen two of them set this close together before。 Peering up along the side of the hull； squinting in the glare of the rising sun； I could see what looked like four more pairs of the slots rising in a vertical line to the top of the engine section。
I mulled at it for a moment； but I couldn't e up with any good reason to have a group of latch grooves here。 Still； considering how unorthodox the rest of the Icarus's design was； I wasn't inclined to waste too much brainpower on the question right now。 The ship's specs should be in the puter； once we were off the ground； I could look them up and see what they were for。
On impulse； I pulled out the now useless guidance tag and tore it in half。 Loosely wadding up the pieces； I carefully stuck one into each of the lower two latch grooves； making sure they were out of view。 The thin plastic wouldn't block or impede any connector that might be put into the slot； but the act of insertion would squash the plastic down to the bottom of the groove； leaving proof that something had been there。
I finished the rest of my inspection tour without finding anything
