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〃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 our hidden camera； I suppose？〃
Moff nodded once； a simple gesture that admitted the fact without the trappings of pride or false modesty。 Justin nodded in return and settled down to wait； the last piece of his rationalization plete。 He had no desire to kill any more people than absolutely necessary when he made his break； and leaving someone with Moff s observational skills behind as witness would be a poor idea。 No； he would wait until they reached their destination and Pyre had made his appearance。 Together； the two Cobras would leave the Qasamans wondering for a long time just how the escape had been managed。
So he settled back in his seat and tried to keep track of the bus's path through the wide streets of Purma。 And thought about his father's stories of his own war。
The strip of clear land that would； farther north； open up to bee the airfield was barely sixty meters wide here at Sollas's southwest edge； but Pyre found little fort in that fact as he raced across it toward the darkened building that was his target。 None of the structures at the city's edge seemed to be showing many lights…another concession to the wandering bololins； perhaps？…but he felt as if a thousand pairs of eyes were watching him the whole way。 Two thousand eyes； one thousand guns。。。。
But he reached the building without challenge； and for a minute he stood in relative shadow considering his next move。 The four…story structure beside him was made of brick； and in the weeks before the mission the First Cobras had taught him how to scale such things。 Once on top； he could theoretically leap from rooftop to rooftop until he reached the more open areas near the airfield。
Pyre looked up the flat side of the building； grimacing。 Theoretically。 Most of the streets in his path were the wider bololin…speedway type； and while jumping one of them would be reasonably within his servos〃 range； he wasn't at all sure he wanted to try it a dozen or more times。
Around the corner of the building； a faint scrape reached his ears。 Notched up to full power； his audio enhancers pulled in the sound of several sets of footsteps。
Sidling to the corner。 Pyre took a cautious look down the street。 Barely two hundred meters away； at the next intersection； a group of six Qasamans were standing in a loose circle； conversing in low tones。 As he watched； three of them split off and began striding purposefully down the street directly toward him。 Pyre eased back。 Sealing the city's edge with a sentry net was a precaution he hadn't expected even the Qasamans to bother with； given they thought they had everyone under lock and key。 Unless 。。。
Of course。 They'd found the men he'd killed in the forest。
He mouthed a silent curse。 With all that had happened he'd pletely forgotten that glaring evidence of his presence。 And with the sentry patrols / alert and in visual contact with each other； he'd now 。》V；run out of choices。 Locking his fingers around the ； bricks facing him； he began to climb。 》 It was a long way to go； and Pyre had had very ； little practice in this sort of thing； but the Qasaman ^patrol was apparently in no special rush to take up Sits post and he was nearly to the top before they ^emerged from the street。 He froze； holding his breath ｜｜i；。。 but neither the men nor their mojos looked up； I…and after a few seconds he continued his climb； tak…｜ing care not to make even the slightest sound。
Which probably saved his life。 Reaching the low pparapet surrounding the roof； he raised his head over
it…and found himself eye to eye with a kneeling Qasaman not three meters away； his hands in a small cloth bag in front of him。
The man's eyes and mouth went wide with surprise。 But his hand was still scrambling for his gun when Pyre's arm swung over the parapet and a flicker of laser light caught his spread…winged mojo in the breast。 He was still trying to draw the weapon from its holster when the second flicker caught him in the same place and he fell gently to the side； his astonishment still unvoiced。
Pyre was over the parapet in a second； trembling with the hair's…breadth closeness of the call and the cold knowledge that he was by no means safe yet。 If the ground sentries had heard anything…or if an observer on the next roof over had witnessed the incident…
Activating his optical enhancers； he raised his head cautiously and checked the nearest buildings。 The roof to the south was vacant。 The one to the north held another figure； some sort of light…amp binoculars at his eyes as he gazed out toward the forest。 A quick glance over the parapet showed the sentries below were undisturbed。 Crawling to the dead Qasaman； Pyre reached into the other's bag； found a set of the same light…amp glasses and what looked like a water container and some sort of vegetable cake。
So the rooftop guards； like those on the ground； had apparently just now taken up their positions； which explained how he'd made it safely from the forest。 So he was in； and behind their first lines； and temporarily undetected。 So 。。。 now what？
Pyre found himself gazing at the dead mojo。 Whatever he did； he was going to need a certain amount of camouflage。。。； Carefully； trying not to wince； he rolled the dead man over and eased off his jacket。 Beneath it the man had worn a knitted sweater…like garment； cutting and unraveling a piece of it； Pyre used the yarn to tie the mojo's talons to the jacket's
epaulet。 Smoothing the wings back in place； he tied them together with more yarn。 The whole effect would never hold up even under moderately close scrutiny； but with luck it wouldn't have to。 Keeping close to the roof； he struggled into the jacket which was； thankfully； too large rather than too smalt。 The dead man's gun belt came next； and； almost as an afterthought； he scooped up the light…amp binoculars as well。 Then； mentally crossing his fingers； he headed for the city…side edge of the roof。
He made it； again； without raising any obvious alarm。 Below him was one of the narrower； northeast…southwest streets； across it； the building roof facing him appeared deserted。 At both of the closest street intersections he could see triads of sentries； their attention apparently ground level and outward。 Giving all the rooftops in the immediate area one last scan； he gathered his feet beneath him； got a good grip on his mojo； and jumped。
His leg servos were more than equal to the task。 A second later he hit the far rooftop； rolling on his right shoulder to soften the sound of his impact。 ing up on one knee； he lifted the light amps to his eyes and； trying hard to look like a Qasaman sentry； waited for a reaction。
It didn't e； and a minute later he eased across v the roof and repeated the procedure。 One more building and he had left both the rooftop and the groundside sentries far behind him。 Two more； and he began to breathe again。
And finally he had to make a decision。 Each move
in this direction angled him a little farther from the
i Dewdrop； and with the perimeter penetrated it was
：。： time to head north。 But straight north now would
。；。 take him near the center of the city； and while the
（； streets immediately below were deserted； he had no
^ real hope that things would be that easy for long。
〃？g。。 The city's center was where the mayor's office and ：M； presumably； the rest of Sollas officialdom were lo…
cated； and if the place wasn't crawling with people he would be very surprised。 He would have to work his way around it； threading the region between that activity and the sentry line…
Or else run smack through the middle of it。
Pyre paused at roof's edge； rolling the sudden thought through his mind as if tasting it。 Hitting the Qasamans〃 political stronghold would be a grand gesture； a message of Cobra courage and power the leaders here couldn't possibly miss。 Tactically； it would serve to split the Qasamans〃 attention； drawing fire…power away from the Dewdrop and perhaps from Cerenkov and the other prisoners as well。
And speaking of them； if he could manage to take the mayor captive or hold some critical nerve center； he might even be able to wangle their freedom without the dangers a brute…force approach would entail。
All in all； he decided； it was worth trying。
Scanning the street one last time； he lowered himself quickly over the parapet and dropped to the ground； bouncing off a convenient window ledge halfway down to ease the final shock of landing。 Checking the cross street； he started northeast toward the center of town at a deceptively easy…looking lope； enhanc d vision and hearing alert for the Qasamans who would inevitably appear。
The static crackle of the Qasamans〃 radio jamming blanket dominated the Dewdrop's lounge； its monotony matching perfectly the unchanging still…life on the ship's outside monitors。 For all the evidence offered； the entire population of Qasama could have fallen off the planet immediately after Justin had been taken away nearly an hour ago。 Telek glanced at her watch； sloshing the untasted cahve in her mug as she did so。 Three minutes gone； and not even a hint the Qasamans intended to reply。 〃Try it again；〃 she told Nnamdi。
He nodded and raised the mike to his lips。 〃This is Dr。 Hersh Nnamdi aboard the Aventinian ship Dew…drop；〃 he said。 〃We urgently request munication with Mayor Kimmeron or other Qasaman leaders。 Please respond。〃
He lowered the mike into his lap and Telek strained her ears； listening。 The Dewdrop's most powerful tight…beam transmitter was spitting Nnamdi's translated words directly at the nearby tower。 Jamming or no jamming； some of that signal should be getting through。 If the Qasamans were listening。
If they weren't； this was a plete waste of effort。 If they were； even if they didn't care to reply； Winward might have a chance。
Might。
〃Stage two；〃 Telek said to Nnamdi。 〃Put some emotion into it。〃
The other's cheek twitched； but he lifted the mike。 〃This is Dr。 Hersh Nnamdi aboard the Dewdrop。 I would like to send an unarmed representative out to negotiate our panions〃 release with you。 Will you grant him safe…conduct to someone in authority？〃
Static。 Beside Nnamdi； Christopher stirred and looked at Telek。 〃You realize； of course； that if Justin and Almo have made their move down south； Kimmeron will know we've got super…warriors aboard and will be waiting for Michael with all the guns they've got。〃
Telek nodded wordlessly。 Winward knew it too； of course。 She stole a glance at the Cobra as he sat in quiet conversation with Link at one of the other displays。 They would be discussing tactics and strategy； she knew…and what good it would do she couldn't imagine。 Shots or shells fired from a distance by an unseen gunner weren't something that could be fought。 Not even by Cobras。
〃Someone…anyone…answer me； please。〃 Nnamdi's voice cracked a bit； and Telek shifted her attention back to him。 The strain was beginning to get to him； she realized uneasily。 A little of that would add believability to the whole scheme； but too much could be trouble。 〃Look； I'm going to send out my second…in…mand； Mr。 Michael Winward；〃 Nnamdi continued。 〃Please talk to him； all right？ There's no need for any more bloodshed than we've all already suffered。 I'm sure we can make a deal if you'll only agree to negotiate。〃
Nnamdi paused； looking to Telek。 Steeling herself； she nodded。 He licked his lips and turned back to the mike。 〃I'm sending him out now。 Okay？〃
The static remained unbroken。 Putting down the mike； Nnamdi slumped in his seat and closed his eyes。 Across the room； Winward got easily to his feet。 〃That's my cue； I believe；〃 he remarked； picking up his formal tunic from the back of a chair and slipping it on over his black nightfighter bat suit。
〃m set；〃 Link murmured 〃Got it；〃 Winward nodded； scooping up the translator…link pendant/earphone set laying on the table in front of Nnamdi。 〃Governor； I'll try to find and hit the jammer first； but if I can't find it I'll go straight for the tower's defenses。 If you pick up gunfire and explosions from back there； sweep the forest with m laser fire and send Dorjay out。〃
〃Righ