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"Well, Scarf, have you finished reading that thing?" Narval impatiently bit a fingernail.
"Yessir, Mr. President."
"Well?"
"Sir?"
"What the h.e.l.l do you mean by 'sir'? I asked for your opinion, dammit."
"Well, sir, he asks for an audience with you..."
Narval sighed. "Don't just repeat the message, Scarf. Tell me what you know of this man."
Scarf's face lost its embarra.s.sed flush and he hastily pulled a reader device from his pocket.
Striking a series of keys, Scarf peered closely at the screen. He pointed to the reader as verification for his words.
"Amba.s.sador Xindral is a senior Intelligence Officer a.s.signed to Slingshot. That's about all we've got on him. Definitely not a run-of-the-mill diplomatic type."
"That's what concerns me, Scarf. I'm highly suspicious of his motives even if Camari did notify us in advance. Intelligence officer, indeed. If he becomes aware of our preparations and reports back, our plans will be jeopardized. Drummer wants me to see him. I don't want to be in the same room with this person. Yet I can't refuse without losing face. Now, get me out of this, Scarf."
"How far can I go, Mr. President?"
"As far as you like, just keep me out of it."
Scarf rubbed his beefy jaw reflectively, then grinned.
"I have reason to suspect, Mr. President, that this known UIPS intelligence officer is using an Amba.s.sadorial cover for purposes harmful to Planet Pluto's internal security. How's that for starters, sir?"
Narval's eyes gleamed with sudden craft.
"Go on," he said.
"His ostensible mission to meet with the President of Planet Pluto is, in actuality, a guise under which he intends to meet with dissident elements among our people. His real mission is to subvert and undermine the foundations of our government.
In other words, his coming here is to disrupt. He should be dealt with according to the rules of his own game, and not those of normal interplanetary or interregional diplomacy."
"Explain."
"Agents that conduct a mission such as his are expendable, Mr. President. There are no rules."
"Repercussions?"
"Whatever happens to him will be outside accepted protocols, and will occur prior to his arrival at the President's Official Residence. The incident will result from initiatives taken by the UIPS Amba.s.sador, himself. The Government of Planet Pluto will not be involved."
"Very well, Scarf. I leave it to you."
"Hodak," Brad motioned him forward. "I want you to show me the new power pack for the cruiser being overhauled in tunnel 3. Where is it?"
Hodak glanced at Brad, then away.
"It's still in the shop near the north side of the dome. Take us a few minutes to get there."
"OK, let's go."
Leaving the cubicle that served as office they boarded the strip. Standing close, they spoke through unmoving lips.
"Ram's here."
"In Coldfield?"
"Not yet, but soon."
"What's up?"
"He's to see Narval. His job is to try to work out an agreement that'll keep Slingshot construction moving along."
"How'd you find out?"
"Drummer mentioned it to me in pa.s.sing. He's arranging a meeting between Narval and Ram."
"Has the time been set?"
"Not yet. Drummer's waiting for the go ahead from Narval."
"You mean Narval isn't sure he wants to meet Ram?"
"Suspicious, isn't it?"
"d.a.m.n right."
Their eyes met and moved on to the pa.s.sing scene.
"If there's to be an incident," Brad asked, "who'll be setting it up?"
"Scarf, who else?"
"Soon as I hear when Ram's due and where he's to be lodged, I'll get back to you. For as long as he's on Planet Pluto your job is to keep him out of harm's way."
Chapter TWENTY-NINE
Entering the Charnel Pit, Ram scanned the tavern.
An empty table beckoned, and he folded his long frame onto its stool and delicately leaned an elbow on the least filthy spot of the scarred surface.
s.h.i.+fting his body slightly, he observed the milling crowd with frequent glances toward the entry.