The Scopuli had been taken eight days ago, and Julie Mao was finally ready to be shot.
It had taken all eight days trapped in a storage locker for her to get to that point. For the first two she’d remained motionless, sure that the armored men who’d put her there had been serious. For the first hours, the ship she’d been taken aboard wasn’t under thrust, so she floated in the locker, using gentle touches to keep herself from bumping into the walls or the atmosphere suit she shared the space with. When the ship began to move, thrust giving her weight, she’d stood silently until her legs cramped, then sat down slowly into a fetal position. She’d peed in her jumpsuit, not caring about the warm itchy wetness, or the smell, worrying only that she might slip and fall in the wet spot it left on the floor. She couldn’t make noise. They’d shoot her.
On the third day, thirst had forced her into action. The noise of the ship was all around her. The faint subsonic rumble of the reactor and drive. The constant hiss and thud of hydraulics and steel bolts as the pressure doors between decks opened and closed. The clump of heavy boots walking on metal decking. She waited until all the noise she could hear sounded distant, then pulled the environment suit off its hooks and onto the locker floor. Listening for any approaching sound, she slowly disassembled the suit and took out the water supply. It was old and stale; the suit obviously hadn’t been used or serviced in ages. But she hadn’t had a sip in days, and the warm loamy water in the suit’s reservoir bag was the best thing she had ever tasted. She had to work hard not to gulp it down and make herself vomit.
When the urge to urinate returned, she pulled the catheter bag out of the suit and relieved herself into it. She sat on the floor, now cushioned by the padded suit and almost comfortable, and wondered
who her captors were —Coalition Navy, pirates, something worse. Sometimes she slept.
On day four, isolation, hunger, boredom, and the diminishing number of places to store her piss finally pushed her to make contact with them. She’d heard muffled cries of pain. Somewhere nearby, her shipmates were being beaten or tortured. If she got the attention of the kidnappers, maybe they would just take her to the others. That was okay. Beatings, she could handle. It seemed like a small price to pay if it meant seeing people again.
The locker sat beside the inner airlock door. During flight, that usually wasn’t a high-traffic area, though she didn’t know anything about the layout of this particular ship. She thought about what to say, how to present herself. When she finally heard someone moving toward her, she just tried to yell that she wanted out. The dry rasp that came out of her throat surprised her. She swallowed, working her tongue to try to create some saliva, and tried again. Another faint rattle in the throat.
The people were right outside her locker door.
Copyright © 2011 by James S. A. Corey
James S. A. Corey—pen name of Daniel Abraham and Ty Frank, George R. R. Martin’s assistant—gives us a good old-fashioned space opera shot with a strong dose of noir mystery, in Leviathan Wakes.
In a future where humanity has colonized the solar system but the stars are still out of reach, tensions run high among the working class Belters, the elitist Earthers and the militant Mars Navy.
When ice miner Jim Holden and his crew stumble upon a derelict ship, The Scopuli, they find themselves in possession of a secret they never wanted. A secret that someone is willing to kill for—on an unimaginable scale. An intra-system war may erupt unless Holden can find out who left the ship and why.
On Ceres Station, Detective Miller is looking for a girl. One girl in a system of billions, but her parents have money, and money talks. When the trail leads him to The Scopuli and rebel sympathizer Holden, he and the miner must connect the dots between Earth’s government, the Outer Planet revolutionaries and secretive corporations. Nothing less than humanity’s survival is at stake—and the odds are against them. But out in the Belt, the rules are different, and two bold men may change the fate of civilization.
Hardcover Book : 576 pages
Publisher: Hachette Book Group Usa ( June 15, 2011 )
Item #: 13-385374
Product Dimensions: 5.5 x 8.25 inches
Product Weight: 21.0 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
Return to old time science fiction. I also liked Caliban's war by the same authors.
Rarely do I find a book with plot twists that are truly unexpected. This book has a plausible future, a murder mystery, a conspiracy theory of planetary scope and enough action to keep your interest.
Enjoyed the intertwined story lines. The characters were believable and the mystery kept me interested.
It took over a week to get through this book. It's pretty easy to put down...