Carnival-SA by Elizabeth Bear

Author:Elizabeth Bear [Bear, Elizabeth]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction - Science Fiction, American Science Fiction And Fantasy, General, Science fiction, Science Fiction - General, Life on other planets, Fiction, Spies, Spy stories
ISBN: 9780553589047
Publisher: Random House, Inc.
Published: 2006-11-28T08:00:00+00:00

Kusanagi-Jones returned to the guest suite half an hour before dawn, walking camouflaged through the door when the security guards knocked to awaken Vincent. He slipped into the bed as Vincent was shaking the covers in an ostensible attempt to awaken him, reabsorbed the mannequin, and sat up, rubbing his eyes. “Morning already?”

“You don’t look very rested,” Vincent said. He walked toward the shower as Kusanagi-Jones rolled out of bed.

“Somebody’s snoring kept me up,” he said between push-ups.

“Your own?” Vincent replied.

Kusanagi-Jones’s eyes were gritty with exhaustion. He wasn’t young enough to shrug off a sleepless night anymore, if he ever had been; he couldn’t remember. He quit at twenty-five push-ups and knelt, ducking his head over his wrist as he adjusted his chemistry. A rush of energy swept the cobwebs away, leaving him taut and jittering but awake.

He climbed to his feet and went to join Vincent in the shower. Vincent stepped aside, letting Kusanagi-Jones have the spray. He lifted his face into the patter of water, fighting the uneasy urge to flinch. He didn’t like it drumming on cheeks and eyelids. “Did you find it?” Vincent asked. Kusanagi-Jones stepped out of the water and looked at him before answering the same way. “Found something. I know where the generator is, anyway, though it’s going to be a bigger problem than I want to contemplate getting to it. Disrupting the power supply, I might manage. At some risk. The point of transmission is guarded. The rest…it’s going to take awhile to explain.” He paused for a breath, and to shake the water off his lashes. “Why are you limping?”

Vincent was lathering himself. His hands were over his face, but Kusanagi-Jones saw him hesitate. “Am I?”

“Favoring your knee.”

“I must have hit it wrong last night,” Vincent answered, turning into the water to rinse. “It’s sore.”

“Sure picked the right day,” Kusanagi-Jones answered, as Vincent stepped past him, reaching for a towel. “We’re going to be on our feet every minute.”

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