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hours." His freckle-face was stretched into a fool's grin.
"Asshole," I muttered. I wanted to run. I could outrun all of them. "I thought you were
m'friend."
"I am your friend, Emma. It was just too dangerous to explain. Davydov will tell you
all about it when you see him."
Davydov, Davydov? "But he was lost," I muttered, fighting sleep and very confused.
"He's dead."
Then I was in my bed, strapped securely. "Get some sleep," Swann said. "I'll be back
in a few hours." I gave him a look planned to turn him to stone, but he just grinned and I
fell asleep in the middle of it, thinking, Mutiny....

When I woke up again, Swann was by my bed, tilted in the no-gee so that his head
hung over me. "How are you feeling?" he asked.
"Bad." I waved him away and he pushed off into the air above the bed. I rubbed my
eyes. "What happened, Swann?"
"A mutiny, you've been calling it." He smiled.
"And it's true?"
He nodded.
"But why? Who are you?"
"Did you ever hear of the Mars Starship Association?"
I thought. "A long time ago? One of those secret anti-Committee groups."
"We weren't anti-Committee," he said. "We were just a club. An advocacy group. We
wanted the Committee to support research for an interstellar expedition."
"So?"
"So the Committee didn't want to do it. And they took us to be part of the anti-
Committee movement, so they outlawed us. Jailed the leaders, transferred the members to
different sectors. They made us anti-Committee."
"Didn't all that happen a long time ago?" I asked, still disoriented. "What has that got
to do with this?"
"We regrouped," he said. "Secretly. We've existed underground for all these years.
This is our coming out, you might say."
"But why? What good does it do you to take over a few asteroid miners? You aren't
planning to use them as starships, are you?" I laughed shortly at the idea.
He stared at me without answering, and suddenly I knew that I had guessed it.
I sat up carefully, feeling cold and a touch dizzy. "You must be joking."
"Not at all. We're going to join the Lermontov and the Hidalgo, and complete their
life-support systems' closure."
"Impossible," I breathed, still stunned at the very idea.
"Not impossible," he said patiently. "That's what the MSA has been working on these
last forty years--"
"One of those ships is Hidalgo?" I interrupted. My processing was still impaired by
the drugs he had shot me with.
"That's right."
"So Davydov is alive...."
"He certainly is. You knew him, didn't you?"
"Yes." Davydov had been the captain of Hidalgo when it disappeared in the Achilles
group three years before. I had thought him dead....
"There's no way I'll go," I said after a pause. "You can't kidnap me and drag me along
on some insane interstellar attempt--"
"No! No. We're sending Rust Eagle back with all the non-MSA people from the three