itself. On one side the horizon was a humpbacked mountain range, the other was the metallic chaos of Proudhon.
On the Proudhon side was a small private parking area where his rented aircar was waiting. Now that he was done with the BMU for the day, his mind returned to the real reason he was here. Unfortunately, he still had not been having any luck finding potential ships that could take him off in the direction of Xi Virginis.
He was pondering the next place to find someone with an expertise in illicit long-distance travel when he saw Vijayanagara Parvi leaning against his aircar. Instead of a white jumpsuit she wore more civilian clothes. But she still had a BMU logo embroidered on her sky-blue windbreaker and a wicked looking needlegun peeked out from a barely covered shoulder holster.
As he approached he asked, âSo, tell me, do Reggie and his brother work for you?â
She smiled. âTell me if it matters.â
âSlamming into that wall hurt.â
âYou can take it.â
Mallory shook his head. âSo, are you here to âsaveâ me from another attack by Bakuninâs lowlife?â
âActually, Iâm here to congratulate you. Not many people pass though the exams this quickly.â
Malloryâs expression didnât change, but he winced inside. He had been making such an effort to have the test scores reflect Fitzpatrickâs expertise, he hadnât thought about how much time Fitzpatrick would have spent on them. âI wanted to get it over with.â
Parvi laughed. âIâd like to see some of your scores if you took some time at it.â
âI donât really see the point.â Mentally, Mallory scrambled for a new picture of Fitzpatrick that would be consistent with what Parvi had seen of him and the results of his exams. âMy moneyâs running out and I need to be working, not being tested by some asshole officer.â
âOh, lord.â She was still smiling. âI can see why you never made it past staff sergeant.â
Perfect. âYou know, maybe I liked where I was.â
âYes. But people are going to hire you based on those scores.â
Letâs change the subject now. âAnd how exactly do you go about getting hired?â
âWelcome to ProMex,â Parvi said.
It was a cross between an ancient Roman coliseum, a stock exchange, a casino, and hellâs own trade show. It was named the Proudhon Military Exchange. In terms of area, it was probably the largest nonaircraft-related structure in the city.
Walking into the massive dome, they passed aisles where hundreds of merchants sold exotic military hardware. Above them, holo screens showed gladiatorial contests being held somewhere else in the complex. Everywhere kiosks gave scrolling displays of symbols that, Parvi explained, gave values of publicly owned paramilitary organizations as well as odds on various conflicts based on current wagering.
It was a little disturbing, but not surprising, that the conflicts were not confined to Bakunin. It was more disturbing exactly how many of them there were. When he commented on it, Parvi said that, âMembers of the BMU have seen action on every inhabited planet in human space.â
He almost said, not Occisis, but he remembered the chaos of the Junta and its aftermath. It was quite possible some off-planet forces were involved at some point.
She led him on a winding path across the floor to a large area clear of the arms dealers. The area was marked by a series of three-meter-high towers, all topped with the chromed spheres of Emerson field generators. Mallory didnât need the red and yellow candy-striping on the towers to know that, while he couldnât see it, the area was protected by an anti-personnel Emerson field.
There was one obvious entry, a round portal mounted between two of the towers. Across the top it said, âBMU Members only.â On one side of it, a small open-ended metal