Earth Unaware (First Formic War)

competitors?”
    “Yes, actually.”
    She laughed. “We’re not like you, Lem. As difficult as it might be for you to believe, there are decent people in the universe who don’t scheme or push aside others for profit. I haven’t given your files any consideration since we took them. We’ve been occupied with trying to stay alive. If you would like me to erase them from our system, I will gladly do so. They are of no use to me.”
    “Right now?” Lem couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “You’ll erase them immediately.”
    “I’ll give the order, the moment we terminate this call.”
    “How do I know you’re not lying? How do I know you won’t keep them or sell them?”
    She shook her head, pitying him. “You won’t know, Lem. You’ll have to take my word for it.” She moved as if to end the call, then turned back. “Incidentally, we sent you a laserline before you attacked us, warning you about the Formic ship. But since you had left your position to conduct your unprovoked strike against us, you didn’t receive that message. Which is too bad. If you had received it maybe you wouldn’t have killed my nephew and destroyed our laserline transmitter. Which means we could have warned Weigh Station Four and everyone else a long time ago. If you have an ounce of soul, Lem, I suspect that knowing that—knowing the ramifications of your decision, knowing how damaging your selfishness really is—will keep you up at night far longer than losing your precious corporate files.”
    Her face disappeared, ending the transmission.
    How dare she, thought Lem. How dare she blame him for the destruction of Weigh Station Four. He pushed away from the desk. Free miners. Dirty little scavengers. He shouldn’t have mentioned the files. Now she’ll suspect they have great value. She’s probably contacting the WU-HU ship to try and sell them right now.
    No. He knew that wasn’t true. She was erasing them. She hadn’t been lying.
    But had she really sent him a laserline warning him of the Formics? Or was that some ploy to make him feel guilty? What had Father said? “Guilt is the greatest weapon because its cuts rarely heal and it aims for the heart.”
    No, Concepción Querales was nothing like Father. Father might try to burden Lem with guilt for some personal gain, but something told Lem that Concepción didn’t play that game. Deceit and dominion and the twisted manipulation of human emotion weren’t the old lady’s style.
    *   *   *
    Mono stood in the cargo bay, twisting his pinkie finger and wishing he were a million klicks away.
    “What were you thinking?” said Concepción. “You disobeyed direct orders and you terrified your mother.”
    Mono felt himself shrink a little. All of the men who had stayed behind, along with Concepción, stood nearby, looking down on him, furious. Even Segundo, who never got angry, now looked as if he was ready to give Mono the spanking of his life. Mono cursed himself. He should have thought his plan through a little better. Of course Mother would eventually figure out that he wasn’t on the WU-HU ship. She would realize Zapa was lying sooner or later. He couldn’t pretend Mono was in the bathroom forever. But Mono hadn’t thought that far ahead. He hadn’t considered what would happen next. Mother had gone to the WU-HU captain in tears, according to Concepción, and the captain had radioed immediately to El Cavador. After that it was just a matter of Concepción getting on the ship’s loudspeaker and telling Mono, wherever he was on the ship, to get his butt to the cargo bay immediately.
    “What do you have to say for yourself?” asked Concepción.
    “I wanted to help,” said Mono. “I’m good with the small-hand work. Vico said so. You might need that.”
    Concepción rubbed her eyes.
    Segundo turned to Concepción. “What are we going to do? I wouldn’t recommend we dock again. The WU-HU ship hit us hard. We took a little structural damage, nothing to be concerned about, but enough to weaken the area around the docking hatch. I wouldn’t risk another high-speed dock if we don’t have to.”
    “You’ve put us in a very difficult position, Mono,” said Concepción. “I thought Vico had trained you better.”
    That did it. He could bear the angry looks of two dozen men; he could tolerate a good tongue-lashing; but to think that this would disappoint Vico, to think that Vico would disapprove, that was too much for Mono to bear. He covered his