Part 34 (2/2)
The other was Revs Nicabar.
CHAPTER 20.
IT WAS, ON stunned reflection, about the last sight I would have expected to see. The last person in the Spiral I would have thought would be striding withsuch casual arrogance into a Patth den. I opened my mouth to say something-anything-but he beat me to the punch. ”I see you've got him,” he said to Nask. ”About time.”
”Yes, I have,” Nask said, considerably less taken aback by Nicabar's appearance than I was. ”And you are...?” he added as Nicabar crossed the room toward him.
”What do you mean, who am I?” Nicabar countered scornfully. ”Weren't you watching when Brosh held my ID up to the monitor?”
”Only the Director General's seal was clear,” Nask said. ”Not the number or rank designation.”
With a supremely restrained sigh, Nicabar pulled an ID folder out of his inner pocket and dropped it on the desk. ”Fine. Help yourself.”
Nask did. For nearly half a minute he studied the folder, while the rest of us sat or stood where we were in silence. Nicabar sent his gaze around the room, pausing briefly and measuringly on each of the Iykams in turn, sent me a brief and totally impa.s.sive glance, then looked back at Nask.
Finally, almost reluctantly I thought, the Patth closed the folder and laid it back down on the table in front of him. ”Satisfied?” Nicabar asked.
”Quite satisfied, Expediter,” Nask said, his voice almost sullen.
”Good,” Nicabar said, holding out his hand. ”Then you can return the favor.
Brosh tells me you're the amba.s.sador to Palmary. Unless you want to try telling me this is an emba.s.sy annex, I'd like to see some proof of that.”
”Of course this isn't the emba.s.sy,” Nask said stiffly, reaching into his robe and pulling out his own ID folder. ”I chose this place precisely because I didn't want the encounter taking place on official Patthaaunutth soil.”
”So where exactly are we?” I asked.
Nask glanced at me but didn't answer. Nicabar, studying Nask's ID, didn't even bother to look at me. I looked around at the Iykams, but none of them seemed interested in talking to me, either. After a moment, Nicabar closed Nask's ID and dropped it onto the desk beside his own. ”Fine,” he said. ”Any progress so far?”
”We have him,” Nask said, gesturing toward me. ”That's a start.” He cleared his throat. ”You'll forgive me if I find myself surprised by your unexpected arrival, Expediter. I was not informed of your presence on Palmary.”
”You'll be even more surprised when I tell you the name of the s.h.i.+p I came in on,” Nicabar said dryly. ”A little independent freighter by the name of Icarus.”
It was as if all three Patth had simultaneously grabbed hold of the same high-voltage wire. ”What?” Enig said, the sound coming out more as a gasp than a legitimate word. ”The Icarus?”
”What, don't you read your own government's hot-sheets?” Nicabar sniffed. ”My picture ought to be plastered all over the emba.s.sy identifying me as one of the Icarus's crewers.”
”There have been no such pictures,” Nask said. ”We have only now begun to piece together the profile of the Icarus's crew from sifting through the various reports, and there are no pictures or sketches as yet.”
Nicabar grunted. ”Sloppy.”
”We are doing the best we can with what we have,” Nask insisted, his voice still civil but clearly showing some strain. ”It was mere blind luck that one ofEnig's defenders spotted McKell heading for that pharmacy and was able to see through his disguise.”
”Enig's defenders?” Nicabar echoed, looking over at Enig.
”Yes,” Nask said. ”Enig and Brosh are the pilot and copilot of the freighter Considerate.”
”Civilians?” Nicabar demanded, his eyes blazing. ”You brought civilians into this?”
”I had no choice,” Nask snapped back. ”I couldn't involve my staff for the same reason I didn't take McKell to the emba.s.sy. Besides, Brosh and Enig are no longer precisely civilians. Their s.h.i.+p happens to be the only Patthaaunutth vessel currently on the planet, and once we have the Icarus we'll need someone who can fly it back to Aauth. I've therefore commandeered both of them into official service.”
”I see,” Nicabar said, glancing at me. ”You know where the s.h.i.+p is, then?”
”Not yet,” Nask had to admit. ”I was just beginning negotiations when you arrived.” He sent me a rather disgusted look. ”Now, I presume, the question is moot.”
”Not quite,” Nicabar said. ”The rest of the crew know he's missing and are on the alert. We have to be careful or we'll risk damaging the artifact.”
”That would just be too bad, wouldn't it,” I murmured.
Nicabar regarded me as if I were something he'd found on the bottom of his shoe.
”Who are all of these?” he asked, waving at the a.s.sembled Iykams. ”More merchant-s.h.i.+p conscripts?”
”They're my s.h.i.+p's personal defenders, Expediter,” Brosh said, bristling noticeably at what he obviously took to be a slight. ”They're more than equal to whatever task you require of them.”
”I suppose we'll find that out, won't we?” Nicabar said, leaving the desk and moving through the gathered Iykams, looking at each in turn with the piercing glance of military inspection officers everywhere. ”Do I also a.s.sume you have cloaks of invisibility for all of them?”
”What?” Brosh asked, clearly startled. ”Cloaks of what?”
”That's the only way they're going to get close enough to the Icarus to use these,” Nicabar said, lifting the nearest Iykam's gun hand and tapping the corona weapon.
”Yes, I see,” Nask said with a nod. ”A good point. Brosh, do any of the defenders standing guard outside have plasmics with them?”
”Some of them, yes,” Brosh said, glaring from under his hood at Nicabar.
Apparently, he wasn't used to dealing with top-ranking Patth agents. He certainly didn't seem to care much for their style. ”I'll call them and ask.”
”No-no phones,” Nicabar said as Brosh reached beneath his robe. ”We don't want anything going through the phone system that could be backtracked later. You three”-he jabbed a finger at a clump of Iykams-”go to the others and collect all their plasmics from them.”
”Wait a minute,” Brosh protested, pointing at me. ”You can't just send them away. What about him?”
”What, it takes more than five of your highly competent defenders to guard a single manacled prisoner?” Nicabar countered scornfully.
”He has a point, Expediter,” Nask put in. ”McKell is a highly dangerous human, and has slipped out of several other traps. Enig can go check on the weapons.”
”I don't want you three going outside this room any more than you have to,”
Nicabar said in a voice of strained patience. ”You shouldn't even be in this part of town, let alone wandering around loose.”
”It's the Grand Feast,” Nask pointed out tartly. ”All races mix freelytogether for that. But if you insist.” He nodded to the three Iykams Nicabar had marked out. ”Carry out your orders.”
”And make sure you bring back one for me,” Nicabar added as the three headed to the door.
”You're not armed, Expediter?” Nask asked as the Iykams left the room, closing the door behind them.
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