"Other ships?" Tremayne frowned, glancing at Bakshi and Cameron. "Are you expecting someone else?"
"Someone will eventually come from Plinry with the news of our rather abrupt leave-taking," Lathe spoke up quickly. "We'll need to be well-hidden by then, since they'll be bringing ID data on us."
Caine turned to the old blackcollar, but before he could explain that that wasn't what he meant a foot came down on top of his—not hard, exactly, but with clear warning. Swallowing, he kept his mouth shut.
The frown was still on Tremayne's face. "I see. Well, you can either stay here or move to one of our other safe houses. As to Commando Jensen, there's still no word on him." He shifted his glance to the right. "Fuess, you'll act as guide to Lathe's team while they learn their way around."
Fuess gave the closed-fist salute Caine had seen Bakshi use earlier. "Yes, sir."
"All right, then. Unless there's anything else...?"
"I've got one question," Caine said.
All eyes turned to him. "Yes?" Tremayne asked.
"Coming in to Argent we heard a Ryqril military governor mentioned. How actively are the Ryqril involved in things here?"
Salli shifted her matronly bulk uncomfortably. "More than we'd like," she admitted. "Besides their six bases, they also maintain private areas in many of the main cities, Calarand included. Chances are you won't run into them, though."
"Of course, whatever you do at Henslowe could change things," Faye pointed out. "Perhaps we should talk about Ryqril tactics sometime; this close to a war zone their methods might be different than what you're used to."
"Good idea," Lathe agreed. "I'll let you know when a good time would be."
She smiled. "I'll look forward to it."
"Other questions?" Tremayne asked. "All right, then, that's all for now."
Chairs squeaked as people began to get up. York, sitting next to Caine, tapped the younger man's arm. "About those vehicles: you have a preference for either open—that's with full wraparound windows—or enclosed style?"
"Enclosed," Lathe said before Caine could answer. "Haven here can go down with you if you'd like and show you what we'll need."
York nodded. "Fine. Commando?"
"Let's get back," Lathe said to Caine as Haven and York headed for the door.
Caine glared at the comsquare. "What are you, my private wet nurse? I can answer my own questions."
Lathe had Caine's arm and was steering him gently but inexorably toward the door. "I know you can," he said. "We'll talk about that when we're back in our rooms."
"Lathe—"
Novak materialized on Caine's other side. "Never argue with your comsquare in public, Caine," he advised quietly. "Especially an unknown public."
Fuess was waiting at the door. "Anything I can do for you, Comsquare?" he asked.
"Why don't you get some maps of Calarand and meet us back at our quarters," Lathe suggested. "I'd like to go over them with you if you have time."
"Certainly."
Fuess headed off in another direction as Caine and the two blackcollars made their way to their rooms. Inside, Caine turned to Lathe; but the old blackcollar got in the first word.
"From now on, Caine, the less you talk to the Argentians the better," he said. "Pretend you're the strong, silent type who thinks deep thoughts, okay?"
"Not okay," Caine said. "Why am I suddenly incapable of speaking for myself?"
"The speaking isn't the problem; it's the knowing when to stop. Specifically, you were all set to tell them Dodds was out there with a stolen Corsair."
"What's wrong with that?"
"Number one: I'm telling you not to. And number two: never, never tell people more than you need to. At best, it's stupid; at worst, it's suicidal."
Caine snorted. "A fine ally you are. Those people are on our side."
"Most of them are, sure. They're not the ones I'm worried about."
"What, you think there might be a spy in that group? That's crazy—the government would have crushed them long ago."
"Not necessarily. It's often more profitable to leave the structure in place and simply neutralize it. Don't forget Tremayne himself admitted their raids weren't very successful."
Caine pursed his lips. He still felt resentful, but Lathe was making uncomfortable sense. "Going to be hard for them to help, though, when they don't know what we're doing."
"They'll know what they have to, when they have to—and I'll make those decisions."
"Yeah." Taking a half step closer to Lathe, Caine lowered his voice to a whisper. "Lathe, what exactly is Dodds up to?"
Lathe returned the gaze steadily. "I'm sorry, but I can't tell you. Or anyone else, for that matter."
"Your secrecy rule applies to friends, too? Or do you still think I'm a spy?"
"No, I think I can trust you. But knowing Dodds's mission won't do you any good, and could do us harm."
"It would help my peace of mind."
Lathe gave him a look of strained patience. "What do you want me to do—make something up? I said I can't tell you." Turning on his heel, the comsquare left, walking over to the table where Hawking had some of his electronic gear laid out. A few soft words and Hawking nodded and began clearing off some space.
Caine didn't watch anymore, but went over to his bunk and lay down, trying not to be too angry. What the hell, he wondered, was Dodds up to that was so all-fired important? Lathe's point about secrecy was reasonable enough, but Caine's interest wasn't exactly idle curiosity. His life and mission were on the line here, and Lathe had no right to keep any knowledge to himself that might affect either of those.
There was a knock at the door, and Caine turned his head as Kwon let Fuess in. The Argentian carried a stack of papers and, at Kwon's direction, took them to the newly cleared table. Lathe and Skyler were seated there, and the other blackcollars were drifting in that direction. Rolling out of his bunk, Caine went over to join them. At least, he thought firmly, Lathe wouldn't keep him from learning how to get around the city.
His map of Calarand in hand, Lathe strolled over to Skyler's bunk, glanced around to make sure no one was within easy earshot. "Make some room," he said.
Still studying his own map, Skyler moved his feet over. Lathe sat down and nodded toward the door. "What did you think of him?" the comsquare asked.
"Fuess?" Skyler shrugged. "A real fireball. Ryq-hatred oozing from every pore. Novak told me all four of them are like that."
"Yeah. Strikes me as odd that they've stayed alive this long, given how half-cocked that type usually is."
"Says a lot for Bakshi's leadership and discipline, obviously."
"Maybe." Lathe surveyed the room. "We're going to have to split up as soon as possible—we're too centralized here, too vulnerable to attack."
"Or surveillance," Skyler nodded. "Though most of that should be aimed at you or Caine. Did your excuse for hauling Novak and Haven to that meeting fool anyone, by the way?"
"I doubt it," Lathe admitted. "Bodyguards look like bodyguards no matter how they're packaged. Odds are somebody's figured out by now that he's more important than we're letting on."
"Well, it was a nice try, anyway," Skyler said. "I'll take O'Hara and Spadafora out later and find a good hideout or two. I wouldn't count on getting anything more secure than this place, though." He cocked an eyebrow. "From the questions you were asking Fuess I'd say you've already got an attack plan in mind for the prison. Care to let me in on it?"