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He kept a surreptitious eye on the old man as he spoke； watching for hesitations with words or grammar。 But if the other had any trouble； it wasn't obvious。 Moff eyed Justin for a moment after the translator finished； then said something in a thoughtful tone that the Cobra didn't care for even before he heard the old man's version： 〃You seem to have regained some of your courage。 What did those aboard your ship say to strengthen you so？〃
〃They reminded me of what your planetary superiors will say when they're informed how you have threatened a peaceful diplomatic mission；〃 Justin shot back。
〃Oh？〃 Moff said through the translator。 〃Perhaps。 We shall soon see if that； too； is one of your lies。 By the time we have reached Purma； or perhaps even before。〃
〃I resent the implication I would lie to you。〃
〃Resent it if you wish。 But the cylinders you wore into your ship will show the truth of the matter。〃
Justin felt his mouth go dry。 〃What do you mean？〃 he asked； hoping his sudden horrible suspicion was wrong。
It wasn't。 〃The cylinders contained cameras and sound recording devices；〃 the translator said。 〃We hoped to get a first approximation of the situation and number of personnel aboard。〃
And smack dab in the middle of the tape would be that free and unexpected bonus； the Moreau twin switch。 And when they saw that… 〃A fat lot of good it'll do you；〃 he snorted； putting as much scorn into His voice as he could scrape together。 〃We told no lies about our ship or people。 What are you expecting… hundreds of armored soldiers squeezed into that little thing？〃
Moff waited for the translation and then shrugged。 Apparently really doesn't understand Anglic； Justin decided as the two Qasamans held a brief discussion。 Just learned that one phrase to emphasize the three…minute limit； probably。 And we fell for it like primitives。 Stupid； stupid； stupid。
〃We shall see what is there；〃 the old man said。 〃Perhaps it will help us decide what should be done with all of you。〃
/'// just bet it will； Justin thought； but remained silent。 Moff settled back in his seat； indicating the conversation was over for the moment。。。 and Justin tried to get his brain on…line。
All right。 First off； the spy cameras probably weren't transmitting a live picture from the Dewdrop…the Qasamans would've had to open up part of their radio jamming； and an action of that sort might have been detected。 So Moff and pany didn't yet know about the Moreau switch； an ignorance they would keep until those back in Sollas found out themselves and were able to blow the whistle。 The jamming meant Justin was safe enough while the bus was still on the road。 If he made his move before they reached the next city…Purma； had Moff called it？…he'd take them totally by surprise 。。。
And would then have to search the whole city for Cerenkov and Rynstadt。
Justin grimaced。 He could afford not knowing where the others were being kept； but only if Pyre had followed their bus instead of waiting for Justin's。 There was no way of knowing which option the other Cobra had taken； and Justin didn't dare gamble on it。 He would just have to let them take him to the other prisoners； hope he could take out all the additional guards and mojos that would undoubtedly be present… And pray the bus didn't stop outside of town at a checkpoint with long…range munications capability。
Damn。 If they did that then all bets were instantly off。 Moff was being pretty casual about his prisoner； but that was surely based on a week's worth of observation of Joshua's character and reactions。 If he found out he had someone else he was bound to react with a tighter leash 。。。 and there were ways to render even a Cobra helpless。
Through the window ahead the bus's headlights showed nothing but road and flanking forest。 No city lights yet 。。。 Carefully； methodically； Justin activated his multiple…targe ting lock and sequen…。tially locked onto all the mojos in the vehicle。 Just in case。
Easing back into his seat； he watched the road ahead and kept his hands well clear of any possible obstructions。 And tried to relax。
〃What do you suppose is keeping them？〃 Rynstadt asked quietly from the lightweight table in the middle of their cell。
Standing at the barred window； Cerenkov automatically glanced at his bare wrist； dropping it back to his side with an embarrassed snort。 All jewelry had been taken from them immediately after they left the Sollas crossroads…fallout； obviously； from York's gun and Joshua's 〃self…destruct〃 bluff。 For Cerenkov； not knowing the time could be a major annoyance at the best of times； under the present circumstances； it was an excruciating form of subtle torture。 〃It may not mean anything yet；〃 he told Rynstadt。 〃We haven't been here all that long ourselves； and if transferring Decker to the ship took longer than expected Moff and Joshua may still not be overdue。〃
〃And if…〃 Rynstadt let the sentence die。 〃Yeah； maybe you're right；〃 he said instead。 〃Moff would undoubtedly want to be here before they start this silly questioning。〃
Cerenkov nodded； feeling frustration welling up within him at having to stifle the thoughts clearly uppermost in both their minds。 Such as whether York had really been allowed back into the Dewdrop 。。。 and whether it would be Joshua or Justin who would soon be joining them in their cell。 But after the old man at the crossroads Cerenkov had no intention of assuming none of the guards lined up against the cell wall understood Anglic。
And so he kept his thoughts and speculations to himself。 But time was dragging on 。。。 and as the minutes slowly added up he began to feel as if he and Rynstadt were standing on a sheet of rapidly thawing ice。 If Justin had been forced to take premature action； that would also explain the delay 。。。 and it would leave the two of them in a dead…end position here。
Outside； a flicker of light caught Cerenkov's eye； off toward the right。 Pressing the side of his face to the glass； he could just see what appeared to be another of the armored vehicles he and Rynstadt had arrived in。 A handful of figures stepped to the door。 〃Looks like they're here；〃 he announced over his shoulder； striving for calm。 Now the real fun would begin 。。； especially since they wouldn't know themselves which twin they had until he took some sort of action。 That would be tricky； he didn't want to get caught flatfooted in a crossfire； but neither did he want to be poised on tiptoe waiting expectantly for the order to hit the floor。 Moff or one of the guards might pick up on something like that…
The thought froze in place。 The bus was pulling away from the building； its weling mittee heading back inside 。。。 but no one else was with them。
An empty bus？ was his first； hopeful guess 。。。 but he didn't believe it for even a moment。 The vehicle was speeding up now； heading further into the city 。。。 and deep within him； Cerenkov knew Moff and Justin were aboard it。 Something had gone wrong。 Badly enough wrong that the prisoners were being split up； apparently on the spur of the moment。
And Cerenkov and Rynstadt were in their own private hole。 A very deep private hole。
Slowly； he turned away from the window。 〃Well？〃 Rynstadt demanded。
〃False alarm；〃 Cerenkov murmured。 〃It wasn't them。〃
Justin watched the tall building disappear from view through the window as the bus picked up speed； muscles tight with adrenaline and the sinking certainty that the game was； in one sense or another； over。 Moff could pretend all he liked that they'd stopped only for information from Sollas； but Justin had been watching the driver as Moff consulted with the men from the building； and it was clear that he'd been taken by surprise by the order to move on。 Almost certainly Cerenkov and Rynstadt were somewhere in that structure behind them。 Moff's studied casualness merely underscored the fact that they wanted Justin to attach no special significance to the place。
So they knew。 The films had been seen； word had been flashed south from Sollas； and Moff was taking him somewhere high…security for a long talk and probably some careful study as well。 Justin had to act fast； to kill or disable everyone aboard and escape before the Qasamans figured out exactly what to do with him。
He had his omnidirectional sonic tuned to the optimum human stun frequency and was on the verge of triggering it when a sudden； sobering thought struck him。
No matter how he did this； it was going to be obvious to whoever examined the bus afterwards that the attack had e from inside the vehicle。 From inside 。。。 from a man who'd already been searched and stripped of anything that could possibly be a weapon。
A cold sweat broke out on Justin's forehead。 What would the Qasamans make of such a conclusion？ Could they possibly deduce the truth？…or even get close enough as made no difference？ The question had little relevance to the immediate situation； of course…the Dewdrop would hopefully be long gone by the time the local experts began sifting through the debris。 But if the Council decided to take on the Trofts〃 mercenary job here； such forewarning could give Qasama an edge against the arriving Cobras。
But what were his options？ Shoot up the bus thoroughly from the outside after escaping； hoping he could do a convincing enough job of it？ Or wait until he was taken some place where the existence of an armed infiltrator would at least be possible？ Or even probable…Pyre was out here somewhere； and he clearly hadn't taken out the other prison buiding。 Perhaps he'd arrived late at the crossroads and was even now tailing Justin's bus。
Moff was saying something。 Justin turned to look at him as the old man translated： 〃At least I now understand your changed attitude when you emerged from your ship。〃
For a second Justin considered playing dumb； decided it wasn't worth the effort。 〃That three…minute limit was the key；〃 he said calmly。 〃Any longer than that and we might have picked up on what those cylinders really were。〃
Moff nodded at the translation。 〃Our experts felt two and a half minutes safer； but I didn't want to have to take you close enough for that limit to seem reasonable。 I didn't know then that your people were still monitoring you and wouldn't misunderstand our approach。〃 His eyes bored into Justin's face。 〃We are very interested in your conversation with your double。〃
〃I'll just bet you are；〃 Justin said。
〃I should also tell you that some in authority feel you are an as…yet unknown danger and should be eliminated quickly。〃
Abruptly； Justin realized that half of the eight Qasaman guards had their pistols drawn； two of them going so far as to point them in the Cobra's direction。 〃And how do you feel？〃 he asked Moff carefully。
For a long moment the other studied him。 The mojo on his shoulder； sensing perhaps the general tension level； twitched its wings nervously。 〃I agree that you are dangerous；〃 Moff said at last through the old man。 〃It is perhaps foolish to keep you alive in hopes of learning your secrets。 But unless we discover your intentions toward us we cannot know how to properly defend ourselves。 You will therefore be taken to a place where you may be properly questioned。〃
〃And then be eliminated？〃
Moff didn't reply 。。。 but the conversation had already made up Justin's mind。 Qasama was already tacitly assuming a war was likely； and to give them anything he didn't absolutely have to would be a betrayal of those who'd e after him。 Besides which； it might be interesting to see what sort of place they'd consider safe enough to hold an unknown threat。 And besides that。。。
He caught Moff's eye again。 〃Just out of curiosity； how did you e to the conclusion that we were spying on you？〃
Moff pursed his lips thoughtfully。 Then； with a slight shrug； he began to speak。 〃Your double correctly interpreted a sign in the village of Huriseem this morning；〃 the translator said。 〃It showed that； despite our efforts； you still had a visual connection with your ship。 A device you had not told us about； and which was clearly designed to be unde tec table。〃
Justin frowned。 〃That was all you had？〃
〃It was enough to justify questioning you。 York's
similarly undetectable weapon…and his use of it… proved our guess was correct。〃
〃You were the one who picked up on o