Cibola Burn (Expanse 4)
When he returned to the rectangle of six partially built structures that would eventually become New First Landing’s town square, Carol was in a heated discussion with someone in an RCE engineering uniform and Naomi. Amos stood nearby, staring at nothing, a faint smile on his broad face. The medical apparatus on his leg and hand made him look like a cyborg. The bandage on his neck made him look like a pirate. Amos wore serious injury better than anyone else Holden knew. Fayez, by comparison, was still walking with a limp. Or maybe he was just making excuses to keep his arm around Elvi Okoye’s shoulder.
Basia, Lucia, and Jacek were clumped up a respectful distance away from the argument, gripping each other like their lives depended on unbroken contact.
“I don’t care what it says in the book,” Carol was saying. “I want all six of these structures on one generator. We only have two. I need the other for the rest of the town.”
“These are your highest-use buildings,” the engineer replied. “The loads will be at the limit of —”
“They build a little slack in there,” Naomi said over the top of him. “And that’s what the administrator wants, so give it to her.”
The engineer rolled his eyes and shrugged. “Yes, ma’am.”
“Everyone getting along?” Holden asked as he approached.
“Land of milk and honey, Cap’n,” Amos said. “Peaceful as a sleeping kitten.”
“How’s she looking?” Naomi asked, stepping away from the group as their argument relaunched behind her.
“Pretty beat up.”
“We did our best.”
“You guys were amazing,” Holden said, taking her hand. “But next time don’t let the bad guys capture you.”
“Hey,” Naomi said with mock outrage, “I rescued myself.”
“Been meaning to ask about that. How exactly did you persuade your jailer to come over to our side?”
Naomi moved a step closer and grinned down at him. “It was prison. People do all sorts of things they wouldn’t normally do in extreme circumstances like that. You sure you want to know?”
“I don’t care even a little,” Holden said, then pulled her into a hug. She almost collapsed against him.
“God, don’t let go,” she whispered in his ear. “My knees are killing me. Another hour of walking around in this gravity and I’m going to need ligament replacements.”
“Then let’s get the hell out of here.”
Holden leaned around Naomi enough to catch Amos’ eye, then jerked his head toward the ship. The mechanic nodded and smiled and began hobbling around the square loading up the last of their gear.
“Is our prisoner on board?”
“Amos locked him in medical a couple hours ago,” Naomi said, then let her entire skeleton relax with a long groan.
“Can you walk back to the ship?” Holden asked her.
“Yep. Say your goodbyes.”
Holden let her go, watching her stagger off on unsteady legs for a few moments before he turned back to shake hands with Carol Chiwewe. She and the RCE man had moved their argument to sewage systems and water treatment. After a brief goodbye and good luck to them both, he walked over to Basia and his family.
“Doctor,” he said to Lucia, shaking her hand. “Could not have survived this without you. None of us could.” Next he shook Jacek’s hand. Finally, he shook Basia’s. “Basia. Thanks for your help with the ship. And thank you for trying to help Naomi. You’re a brave man. Farewell and fair weather.” The roiling storm clouds and gentle drizzle of rain made a joke of it, and he grinned at them.
“What?” Basia said. “But I thought you had to take me to —”
Holden was already walking away, but he stopped and said, “Work hard. Next time I come to this planet, I want to be able to get a decent cup of coffee.”
“We will,” Lucia replied. Holden could hear her tears in her voice, but the rain hid them on her face.
He wouldn’t miss the planet, but he would miss the people. Just like always.
~
On the Rocinante, liftoff pressed Holden into his crash couch like the ship was welcoming him back with a hug. As soon as they hit low orbit, he floated out of his chair and down the crew ladder to the galley. Thirty-five seconds later, the coffee pot was gurgling to itself and the rich aroma of brewing filled the air. It made him feel giddy.
Naomi floated in. “The first step is admitting that you have a problem.”
“I do,” he replied. “But I’ve just spent a couple months down on a planet that spent the entire time trying to kill me. And I have a shitty job I have to go do, so I’m going to take a moment and make a cup of coffee first.”
“Make me one too,” she said, then pulled herself over to the wall panel and started paging through status reports.
“Make it three,” Amos said, dragging himself into the room. “I got a ton of shit to fix because you guys let someone use my girl for target practice.”
“Hey, we did our best —” Naomi started, but was cut off by the comm panel squawking.
“You guys makin’ coffee down there?” Alex said from the cockpit. “Have someone bring me up a bulb.”
While Amos and Naomi began putting together a list of the repair work they could do during the long transit back to Medina Station, Holden prepared four large bulbs of coffee. He didn’t mind. It was very comforting doing something simple and domestic to make other people happy. Black for himself. Two whiteners, two sweeteners for Amos. One whitener for Alex. One sweetener for Naomi. He handed the finished bulbs out.
“Can you take this up to Alex?” he asked, handing a second bulb to Naomi. Something in his voice or his face made her frown with worry.
“Are you okay?” she said, taking the bulb but not leaving. Behind her, Amos took his coffee awkwardly in his mangled hand and headed aft with it toward his machine shop, looking at the task list on his terminal and muttering about how much work he had to do.
“Like I said, shitty job needs doing.”
“Can I help?”
“I’d like to do this one alone, if that’s okay.”
“Of course it is,” she said, then kissed him lightly on the cheek. “I’ll look you up later.”
Holden went up to the airlock and storage deck and found a self-sealing vacuum package, a trowel, and an EVA suit for doing external repairs with a portable blowtorch. He climbed into the suit, then clumped through the ship to the cargo bay.