Part 6 (1/2)

”Quite a few times,” Odeon admitted. ”I think the reason I never did was that I was afraid I'd get my hopes up, then be turned down.”

”I can understand that,” Cortin said, remembering. ”I think you should, though. Maybe if you point out that Enforcement troops, especially Special Ops, go places regular priests don't get to in years, it would help. His Holiness does seem to be willing to accept that sort of innovation.”

”Maybe I should, at that,” Odeon agreed. There were always articles in the various parish papers bemoaning the lack of vocations, especially to serve remote areas . . . ”In fact, maybe I should ask for a general exception. I'm not the only one who'd like to do something more positive than just administer Last Rites.”

”It's worth a try,” Cortin said. She speared a piece of ham-and-cheese omelet, ate it, then said, ”I can understand how you feel. It may sound odd for an Enforcement officer, but I'd love holding a baby for baptism--they're fun to cuddle.”

”Cuddle a baby?” a voice said from behind her. ”I hope that does not mean you want to discontinue your training; I should deeply regret the loss of such a promising student.”

”Not at all, Major!” Cortin turned, gesturing to another chair at their table. ”You must've missed some of the conversation. Would you care to join us?”

”With pleasure,” Illyanov said, putting his tray down and seating himself. ”I am personally glad to hear you intend to continue; it takes no more than fertility to bear children, and anyone with moderate interest can become a fairly competent Inquisitor--but it takes both talent and motivation to do truly well in our field.” He smiled at her. ”Which I am convinced you will. It is good to see you out of the hospital.”

”It's good to be out!” Cortin said emphatically. ”I'm still technically in hospital status, and Doctor Egan has made it clear she'd put me back in bed if I do anything too strenuous--but it's great being out of there and back in uniform!”

”I am fully familiar with the feeling,” Illyanov agreed. ”There are few things worse than enforced idleness, especially in such surroundings.” He raised a hand, smiling at her. ”Not that I call your studying idleness, not at all--I am, in fact, impressed by your industry--but from your Academy and other records, I am sure you are impatient to begin practical application of your theoretical work.”

”I certainly am.” She wasn't all that eager to practice the first two stages, though, especially in the beginning when they were on Academy cadets, with the additional purpose of training them to resist interrogation. Her interest was in third-stage, with Brothers of Freedom as her subjects--but she supposed it was all necessary, to achieve her real end. ”How soon can we start?”

”Such eagerness!” Illyanov laughed. ”Nor are you the only one; I have been relieved of my cla.s.ses and given orders to expedite your training, once you were out of the hospital. We are, if you choose, to concentrate on Stage Three--and the one who gave me those orders said it was highly likely you would so choose.”

”He was right.” Cortin thought back to the debriefing and that mysterious Lieutenant, certain he was somehow involved--but that the cla.s.sified a.s.signment probably was too, so it would be wiser not to ask about either his ident.i.ty or his involvement. She'd thank him for it later, if she could do so without breaking security. For now, she smiled at Illyanov. ”So, when do we start?”

”I do love an enthusiastic student . . . shortly after we finish here, if you are that impatient. Any Brothers of Freedom captured in this area--except, for now, those probably having critical or time-sensitive information--will either be sent here or held where they were captured until you decide whether to question them yourself or turn them over to another Inquisitor.” He gave her a raised-eyebrow smile. ”I confess to being astonished at that, Captain. I have heard of prisoners being reserved for a particularly skilled Inquisitor, yes, but never for a student. Even one as promising as yourself.”

Odeon whistled. ”Neither have I, and I'd thought I'd heard just about everything.” He'd known for a long time that Joan Cortin was something special, but Illyanov was right--this was unprecedented. ”Joanie, any ideas?”

”Not exactly, though I can't help connecting this with the Inquisitor on the team that debriefed me. I'm positive he's more than a simple Lieutenant, and--” she chuckled ruefully, ”from what I've learned since, I'm sure he picked up more from me than I told him verbally. Or wanted to tell him, for that matter.”

”And what did this more-than-Lieutenant look like?” Illyanov asked, suddenly attentive.

”A bit over 180 centis, slender build, medium-brown hair receding slightly above the temples, green eyes, cla.s.sical features that looked like he laughs a lot--” She broke off, seeing recognition in the others' faces. ”You've both met him, then.”

They nodded. ”The . . . officer I spoke to at Personnel,” Odeon said.

”Colonel David Bradford,” Illyanov said with a slow smile, ”of His Majesty's Own. Yes, that explains many of the rumors currently circulating.”

After a few moments, Odeon asked, ”Are you going to share that explanation?”

”Indeed, but not here. Captain Cortin and I must go to the Detention Center so she may choose her first subject. I will share my deduction on the way, if you care to join us.”

”Try to keep me away!”

As soon as they were on the way to Detention, Cortin turned to her instructor. ”All right--now why would someone like Colonel Bradford be taking such an interest in me?”

”Bear in mind that this is speculation based on rumor,” Illyanov cautioned. ”However, I have considerable experience putting together small pieces of information to form an accurate whole; I am confident of my evaluations.”

”They've got to be better than the nothing I have now,” Cortin said.

”Go on, please.”

”Very well. This first item I rate as virtual certainty.” He paused.