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Chapter 1

The man spins around, knife already drawn, and hesitates. Its not his fight. Anyway, hes in Farlight only for OctoVs birthday, unloading luxuries from a cargo ship on the edge of a landing site. And his knife is new, bought that afternoon from a stall in the road behind Golden Memories.

He doesnt feel ready to use it yet.

A wise choice. Someone is about to get hurt, and it doesnt have to be him. That someone is standing in my doorway. And half of my bar door swings from a rusted hinge, while the rest lies at his feet.

“Shut it,” I say.

A girl next to me does.

I am not sure she knows she screamed.

This is my bar, but it is Aptitudes home, and shes family. At least she is until her mother and father get out of prison.

“Sven,” she says.

“Later . . .” My gaze flicks across the room and settles on a wiry young man with a pointed face, floppy hair, and narrow shoulders. Hes reaching into his jacket. At a shake of my head, he lets go of his revolver.

Neens twenty-one.

In the field hes my sergeant, but were not in the field; were on leave. So hes running security for a bar I own on the outskirts of this city.

Raising his glass, Neen grins. He, for one, obviously intends to enjoy tonights show. As we watch, the man in my doorway jacks the slide on an oversized pistol and takes a slow look around to check that weve noticed.


Aptitude is getting nervous.

I smile, but it is at another girl entirely. Wandering over, she sits on my lap and snuggles up to me. Aptitude scowls to see me slide my hand up Lisas skirt. What she doesnt see is the knife I take from Lisas garter.

“Subtle,” says a voice. “Understated, anything but obvious.”

The intruder believes that my gun is talking about him. He has pegged my corner of the room for the comment, but he cant work out whos to blame. As the man lumbers over, Lady Aptitude Tezuka Wildeside leans back in her chair.

“You,” he says. “Got something to say?”

She shakes her head frantically.

Satisfied, the man starts to turn away. Big mistake. Turning Lisa off my lap, I pick up my chair and smash it over the back of his skull. He drops, but only to his knees.

“Finish it,” Aptitude says.

“Not yet. Im enjoying myself.”


Clambering to his feet, the thug stares at me.

“Yeah,” I say. “Im Sven Tveskoeg.” How many seven-foot-tall ex- legionnaires can he see in this bar?

Behind the man stands another: Federico Van Zill, provider of protection to half the bars and brothels edging the landing fields below Calinda Gap. A rumor says the war against the Uplifted will be over soon.

That is bad for Van Zill.

As long as were at war, theres a chance Ill be killed and my troopers with me. An end to the war would mean Van Zill gets some permanent competition. Peace isnt going to happen, of course. And its disloyal, unwise, and probably treasonous to suggest otherwise. However, Federico Van Zill is an idiot, so Ive been expecting this visit.

When Van Zills thug pulls a knife, I laugh.

Its huge, with slots cut into the back of the blade. The slots are meant to say, This is a man ready to drag his enemys entrails through an open gut wound. You can tell a lot about a man from the knife he chooses.

You can tell a lot about a woman, too.

The blade I take from Lisas garter is a third the size. It lacks teeth, blood channels, and other finery, but its razor-sharp and made from glass.

All you have to do is stab once, then snap it off at the handle. You can buy ten for the price of the shiny toy in the hands of the man oppo- site me.

When Neen flashes five fingers, a boy behind the bar breaks the news to the bettors crowding around him. The odds on our fat friend have just halved.

“Come on,” I say.

Watching my blade, he fails to spot that Im watching his eyes. This is a man used to getting his own way, and that is a weakness. In addition, hes impatient. So he stabs and leaves himself open, only not open enough.

I block.

And go back to circling.

Neens seen me kill swiftly. All my troopers have. But catching Neens puzzled face in the crowd, I realize he has never seen me bide my time. Kill early, kill often . . . Its our unofficial motto.

This is different.

Ive never gutted someone in front of Aptitude. Shes a well-brought-up girl, and Im trying to keep it that way. Thats one of the reasons this mans made me cross. Hes still watching my blade and Im still watching his eyes.

The mans still watching my blade, and Im still watching his eyes.

Soon everyone is waiting on what happens next. And their expectation makes my attacker clumsy. He jabs so obviously, it has to be a feint. As his gaze flicks right, I know whats going to happen.

He waits for me to begin a block before switching hands, smiling at his own brilliance. Then his brain is playing catch-up, because Lisas knife is deep in his stomach and Im dragging it upward. A single rip opens him from groin to breastbone, and a tumble of guts slides to the floor.

Aptitude screams.

Lisas more practiced. She opens a window.

You can say what you like about the girls from the barrio below Calinda Gab, but theyve seen it all before, probably twice. Tossing a blanket over the twitching corpse, my bar manager Angelique nods to a boy behind the counter. He can drag it out later.

“Boss,” says my sergeant. “What about Rat Face?”

Van Zill looks less smug with Neens revolver to his head.

“Take Rat Face outside,” I say. “Shoot him.”


No need to ask who that is.

“A week ago,” I tell Aptitude, “a man refused to pay protection to this piece of shit. What do you think happened to his twelve-year-old daughter?”

Aptitude is fifteen.

She doesnt like my question.

Turning back to Neen, I say, “Take him outside. Make sure he knows what happens if he ever comes back.”

Our glorious capital is built in the caldera of an old volcano, and smog traps heat and makes the air hard to breathe. Corpses rot quickly here, and large ones rot faster than small ones. Dont know why, but its true. Lisa ends up helping the boy behind the bar drag the body out back, then fetches ice to keep it fresh until Angelique can arrange collection.

“Do I close up?” Angelique asks.

“No way.” I shake my head. “We stay open.”

The music goes back on. We offer a round of cold beers to everyone, on the house. A couple of cargo captains who were going to call it a night change their minds and head upstairs with three of the local girls.

A technician watches them go, summons his courage, and follows. He has two blondes in tow, and Im not sure he looked closely before grabbing their wrists. No doubt, hell discover soon enough that one is a boy.

“Chill some cachaca,” I tell Lisa. “Make sure our customers have a night to remember.”

Drunks talk.

That thug will become a giant, his knife a razor-edged saber, my own moves unstoppable and insanely vicious . . . Our reputation will grow. Thats good, because tomorrow sees me, my sergeant, and the rest of the Aux present ourselves for duty. I need that reputation to keep Aptitude safe until we get home.

“All done,” says Neen, rubbing his fists.

“Good. Anything I should know?”

Neen hesitates.


“Told the little shit to pay us from now on.”

I grin. Its a good call.

“How much?”

“Twenty percent,” says Neen. “Straight off the top, no deductions. Last day of each month. No exceptions, no excuses.”

This is a farm boy, an ex-militia conscript who should be dead months back. Would be if I hadnt taken over his troop. I wonder where he got the idea. Then I see his sister behind him and know exactly where she thinks he did. Shil is scowling, but thats nothing new. Shils always scowling. We have history.


“No, sir,” says Shil.

“Good.” I look around the bar. “Get drunk,” I tell Neen. “Get laid. Acquire a hangover. We ship out tomorrow.”

Neen grins. “Is that an order, sir?”

His sister sighs.

From the Hardcover edition.

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Gunn, David
Del Rey Books
Science Fiction - Adventure
Science fiction
War stories
Science / Adventure
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Product details 416 pages Del Rey Books - English 9780345508690 Reviews:
"Synopsis" by , Gunn follows up his debut novel "Death's Head" with this action-packed second installment featuring Lieutenant Sven Tveskoeg: the antisocial, antihero, one-man killing spree whose best friend is an intelligent handgun with a bad attitude, and whose worst enemy is, well, just about everybody else.
"Synopsis" by , Sven Tveskoeg-antisocial, antihero, anti-you-name-it-is a one-man killing spree whose best friend is an intelligent handgun with a bad attitude and whose worst enemy is, well, just about everybody else. These qualities have earned Sven a lieutenants commission in the Deaths Head, the elite corps of assassins and enforcers whose purpose in life is to serve OctoV, a tyrant who is part machine, part boy, part god, and all evil. Svens new assignment? Lead his ragtag band of Deaths Head rejects to the artificial world of Hekati to find a missing citizen of the United Free, a vast empire that turns out to be a vicious den of backstabbing and betrayal where nothing and no one can be trusted. Looks like Sven is on a suicide mission. So what else is new?
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