"Don't be ridiculous," Poirot snapped. "These people have no idea how much destruction the Ryqril could rain on Denver if they got it into their heads to do so. But I do. The only reason they don't—the only reason—is that they're secure in the knowledge that we have the district under control. Do you think I'd be stupid enough to deliberately wreck that status quo?"
For a minute Bailey gazed at him in silence. Poirot stared back, feeling sweat trickling down his back.
"All right," the colonel said at last. The words were conciliatory, but Poirot could tell from his tone that he still wasn't convinced. "Let's go sit down and you can tell us all about it."
Poirot looked around the room. All the other Security men were busy at their posts, none of them giving any indication that they might have overheard the conversation.
But he knew they had. All of them. "Of course," he said. "Lead the way."
Silently, they all headed back to the conference room. Bailey opened the door and gestured, and Poirot stepped inside.
And came to an abrupt halt. Seated at the far end of the table were a pair of Ryqril. "Please sit down, sir," Bailey said, squeezing through the doorway past Poirot and pointing to the chair at the near end.
Silently, Poirot started forward again and sat down in the indicated chair, his brain mechanically registering the patterns on the aliens' baldrics. One of them was a battle architect, a senior tactical officer and the highest noncommand rank in the Ryqril military.
The other was a khassq-class warrior.
"General Poirot, let me introduce Battle Architect Daasaa and Khassq Warrior Halaak," Bailey said as he and Ramirez sat down on either side of Poirot. "They'll be supervising us during this crisis."
Poirot felt his stomach tighten. So it was a crisis now? "With all due and proper deference," he said, "I don't see it being quite that serious yet. As I told Colonel Bailey, my loyalty remains firmly with the government and the Ryqril."
"Yet the re'els think otherrise?" Daasaa asked.
"Yes, they do," Poirot said. "And in that error lies the key to their defeat, because I know what they intend to do."
Daasaa's dark eyes bored into Poirot's face. "Tell us."
Poirot took a careful breath. This was it. Somehow, he had to convince them that he was still on their side. "First of all, they want to rescue the members of Phoenix that Colonel Bailey arrested yesterday."
He looked at Bailey. "I take it they're undergoing interrogation?"
"That's how we found out about Whiplash," Bailey said.
"Ah," Poirot said, feeling a flush of embarrassment. Of course that was how they would have learned about it. "At any rate, they want me to order the prisoners transferred someplace else—Silcox suggested the Colorado Springs interrogation center—so they can ambush the convoy along the way."
"They dae not intend tae in'ade Athena to rescae they?" Daasaa asked.
"They invaded Athena once before," Poirot reminded him, wincing at the memory. "I don't think they'd want to try that again."
"I disagree," Daasaa countered. "They ha' done that runce. They there'ore know they can dae it again."
"I understand, Your Eminence," Poirot said. "But I don't get the sense that that's how blackcollars do things."
"It is 'asic tactics," Daasaa insisted. "A rarrior uses the skills he has."
"In general, that's certainly true," Poirot agreed carefully. "But if the warrior's opponent has already seen a particular tactic in action, it might make sense to switch to something—"
"The re'els are o' no use tae they," Halaak cut him off firmly. "They rish yae tae send out a con'oy tae draw yaer nen aray fron Athena."
Poirot looked at Bailey in silent appeal. But the colonel's face was expressionless. "All right, perhaps they are planning an attack on Athena," he said, conceding defeat. "There's no reason we can't prepare for both possibilities."
"Tae in'ade Athena, they rill need an aircra't," Daasaa went on. "Re nust guard against that."
Poirot squeezed the arm of his chair tightly. Was Ryqril thinking really so limited that they could only look back at what had already been done? Was that why they needed to loyalty-condition their conquered peoples, so those peoples could be trusted to do their thinking for them? "This time they won't have access to any aircraft, Your Eminence," he promised. "We won't be sending out any ambulances they can commandeer, or patrol boats, or—"
"The spotters," Ramirez said suddenly.
All eyes turned to him. "What?" Poirot asked.
"We have spotters flying all over the mountains west of Boulder," Ramirez said, a note of urgency in his voice. "We think one to three more blackcollars might have come in with Skyler's team."
"Skyler said they'd only lost one on the way in," Poirot said. "You haven't found him yet?"
"There's a lot of forest out there," Bailey reminded him. "Not to mention a lot of animals to mess up IR
readings. You saying Skyler just volunteered this information?"
"Yes," Poirot murmured, gripping the chair arm a little tighter as a sudden uncertainty dug at him. Now that he thought about it Skyler had been pretty loose with that comment. Could the blackcollar have been deliberately feeding him misinformation, expecting that he wouldn't betray his job and his people?
"He said the man was probably waiting for the searchers to go away."
"How convenient," Ramirez murmured. "So while we waste time and manpower—"
"It is not rasted," Halaak cut him off sharply. "There is another 'lackcollar." His dark eyes seemed to go even darker. "He has killed a Ryq rarrior."
Poirot felt his breath freeze in his throat. "Where?"
"In the hills a'ove our Aegis 'ase," Daasaa said, his eyes going back and forth between the three humans, clearly looking for some kind of reaction. "He ras killed rith a star rea'on in his throat."
Poirot winced. A human killing a Ryq was about as bad as it got. Dimly, he wondered if Skyler had any idea of the crate of snakes his wayward commando had just opened up. "He must have gotten lost," he said. "Probably saw the warrior and panicked."
"Or else was deliberately heading for the base," Ramirez murmured thoughtfully.
"Re rill ca'ture he," Halaak said, and Poirot shivered at the menace beneath the words. "Yae rill continue yaer search."
"Yes, Your Eminence," Bailey said, his voice suddenly hesitant. "Are we sure there was just one of them?"
"Re 'ound his glider," Daasaa said. "It had a second glider 'astened 'eneath it."
"One man pretending to be two," Poirot said, nodding. "Splits up the search parties."
"Or intensifies the search," Bailey said. "More to the point, that still leaves one slot unaccounted for in this six-man pod of theirs. What we may have is one blackcollar stirring up trouble while his partner waits quietly for one of the search teams to land an aircar in a convenient location."
"And then uses the s'otter tae in'ade Athena," Daasaa concluded, a note of vindication in his voice. "It is as I said."
"Or they might even be planning to attack the Aegis Mountain base," Ramirez said. "Maybe the first blackcollar wasn't just stirring up trouble, but was scouting it out."
Halaak made a rumbling sound in his chest. "That cannot 'e allored," he ground out. "The 'ase nust 'e
'rotected."
Daasaa motioned to him, and for a minute the two Ryqril held their heads close together as they conversed quietly in Ryqrili. Then, Daasaa straightened up again. "Yae rill rithdraw the s'otters at runce," he ordered. "The ground search rill continue."
A muscle in Bailey's cheek tightened momentarily. "As you command, Your Eminence," he said. "But I must warn you that without the spotters—"
"Dae yae kestion ne?"
The same cheek muscle twitched again. "No, of course not, Your Eminence," he said hastily. "The spotters will be withdrawn immediately." He looked at Ramirez. "See to it, Lieutenant."
"Yes, sir," Ramirez said, looking quietly relieved to be getting out of this particular frying pan. Standing up, he hurried from the room.