“You, she likes,” I said. “Me, she probably just misses being snide to. Still, it’s a service I’m glad to provide. Maybe we can sneak over for a quick visit before we leave.”
“I think she’d like that,” Bayta said. “Aside from Rebekah, we’re the only ones she can really talk to about her baby.”
“I gather she hasn’t told her family the truth about him?” McMicking asked.
“Rebekah didn’t think she has,” Bayta said. “Knowing Terese, I’d have to agree.”
“It’s not like it’s that big a deal,” I pointed out. “I’d bet money that the Shonkla-raa coded his telepathy to work only with them, and once they’re out of the picture the kid’s extra wiring will be pretty useless. Like having a talent for some art form that doesn’t exist.” I looked at McMicking. “That answer your question?”
“And then some,” he said. “I’d like to go back to that bit about the Shonkla-raa having spies in Terra Station. If they do, they may spot Morse as he leaves with Team One. Do you think I should take them instead?”
“Isn’t it a little late to change that?” Bayta asked.
“Not really,” I said. “But I don’t think we should. It makes much more sense for you to come with us. Besides, I’m sure the ESS issues their agents some sort of Junior Disguise Kit. Morse is probably dying to play with it.”
“I’ll tell him you said that,” McMicking promised. “Better yet, I’ll tell him it came from Rick to Major Strasser. His attempts at a German accent are always so amusing.”
“I’ll have to drop in for a show someday,” I said dryly.
“You’ll enjoy every minute of it,” McMicking assured me. “Well, I’ve got a few last-minute details to work out, then it’s off to bed. You going to see Morse and the first team off?”
“I thought I would, yes,” I said.
“Good,” he said. “I’ll see you then.” With a nod to each of us, and a quick glance at the two defenders standing at their usual respectful distance, he turned and strode across the room to the door.
“I suppose we’d better do likewise,” I told Bayta as I collected my papers and other gear. “I have a feeling this slow-motion infiltration is going to drive me nuts, though. I wish we could send everyone in at the same time and be done with it.”
“You know we can’t,” Bayta said. “Aside from everything else, you’re way more subtle than that.”
“I suppose,” I conceded. “Sometimes it’s hell being me.”
She took my hand. “It’ll work, Frank,” she said quietly.
“I know,” I said. It was bad form, I remembered reading somewhere, for a commander to express doubts and fears in front of his troops. “It’s just that…”
“Shh,” she said softly. Letting go of my hand, she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around me.
For a long minute we held each other. And then, through the doubts swirling around my brain an old, almost forgotten memory flicked back to mind. Something the first Chahwyn Elder I’d ever met had said as he related the history behind the Chahwyn, the Modhri, and the Quadrail system.
I will admit that we began to wonder if there was still any hope for us, or whether we and the galaxy had instead begun the long dark path to defeat, he’d said. And then, thirty years ago, you Humans burst upon the scene.
Maybe his words had been prophetic. Maybe he’d just been trying to flatter me into staying on their payroll.
But suddenly, I realized he was right. We were the unknown quantity, the big bright-orange monkey wrench in the Shonkla-raa’s carefully planned grand scheme to once again dominate the galaxy. If anyone could stop them, it was going to be Bayta, me, and the men and women who’d been sitting in this room tonight.
Two thousand years ago, the original Shonkla-raa had ignored Earth because we hadn’t been telepathic enough for easy conquest and they’d been too lazy to use the old-fashioned brute-force approach on us.
It was time we showed them just how big a mistake that had been.
I took a deep breath, inhaling the subtle scent of the woman in my arms, and with that some of the swirling demons faded away. “Come on,” I murmured, gently disengaging from our hug. “We need to be up early if we’re going to see Morse off. We should get some sleep.”
“Yes,” she agreed. She hesitated, then leaned close and kissed me. “We should.”
I was lying alone on my bed, staring at the ceiling with Sam and Carl standing their silent watch over me, when my alarm signaled that it was time to get up.
* * *
The schedule McMicking and I had worked out had the various twenty-man groups dribbling out into the Quadrails over a ten-day period, with Bayta, McMicking, and me bringing up the rear. Right on time, a day after the last group left Terra Station, the three of us boarded our train and headed out to join them.
Recent events had understandably given me a somewhat paranoid view of Quadrail travel. But as we rolled along at our brisk light-year per minute, somewhat to my surprise, nothing happened.
Not just nothing threatening, but nothing. No Shonkla-raa stared at me from across the bar or dining car, no suspicious-looking Juriani or Halkas lurked around corners or paced back and forth in front of our compartment doors, no one tried to pass me messages. Best of all, no one aboard died a strange or violent death. Even the scrawny Fillies I’d grown accustomed to seeing everywhere we went were conspicuous by their absence. It was as if the Shonkla-raa had been genuinely taken in by my ridiculously transparent long-distance correspondence with Riijkhan, and were waiting patiently at Jurskala for us to come to an agreement.
I didn’t believe it for a minute. Neither did Bayta. Neither, presumably, did McMicking, though I was careful not to approach him closely enough to actually ask. Wrapped inside his new face and identity, he was my last and best wild card, and I had no intention of doing anything to compromise that.
Bayta and I had traveled this route before, over a year ago, back when the Modhri had been chasing down the last of a group of sculptures which, when properly assembled in groups of three, became highly deadly weapons. As a bonus, those weapons were also undetectable by the Spiders’ sophisticated Tube sensor arrays. We’d won that particular battle, and while we’d destroyed most of the weapons, I knew there were probably a few of the components still buried under the dirt in the Ten Mesas region of Veerstu.
I couldn’t help thinking that, with our other weapons and equipment waiting for us at that same world, it would have been awfully nice to have an undetectable weapon in hand right now. Something that, unlike the kwi, I didn’t need Bayta or a functioning Spider to activate for me.
We changed trains at Homshil, and as we crossed the platform we passed by a Juri at a candied flower stand who was also surreptitiously giving every passing walker a scratch from the Melding coral he had hidden in his cold-water storage tank. Serious scratches, too, from the one instance I saw, the kind that would put enough polyps into the walker’s bloodstream to influence the original Modhran colony within an hour or two.
Bayta and I stopped to buy a sample of the vendor’s wares. The Modhri told us there had been two Shonkla-raa in the station three days earlier, who had spent a few hours watching the trains come and go before leaving on a train headed in the same direction we were. Bayta checked with the stationmaster and learned they’d bought tickets for Ghonsilya, a three-day journey past the Trivsdal stop where we would be switching to the Claremiado Loop and heading into Nemuti territory.
Of course, having tickets for Ghonsilya didn’t mean the Shonkla-raa would actually be getting off there. It would be trivial for them to change tickets somewhere along the way, someplace where they thought they might not be as noticeable. We thanked the Modhri and moved on, and I made a mental note to keep an eye out as we got close to Trivsdal.