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 And speaking of them; if he could manage to take the mayor captive or hold some critical nerve center; he might even be able to wangle their freedom without the dangers a brute…force approach would entail。
 All in all; he decided; it was worth trying。
 Scanning the street one last time; he lowered himself quickly over the parapet and dropped to the ground; bouncing off a convenient window ledge halfway down to ease the final shock of landing。 Checking the cross street; he started northeast toward the center of town at a deceptively easy…looking lope; enhanc d vision and hearing alert for the Qasamans who would inevitably appear。
 The static crackle of the Qasamans〃 radio jamming blanket dominated the Dewdrop's lounge; its monotony matching perfectly the unchanging still…life on the ship's outside monitors。 For all the evidence offered; the entire population of Qasama could have fallen off the planet immediately after Justin had been taken away nearly an hour ago。 Telek glanced at her watch; sloshing the untasted cahve in her mug as she did so。 Three minutes gone; and not even a hint the Qasamans intended to reply。 〃Try it again;〃 she told Nnamdi。
 He nodded and raised the mike to his lips。 〃This is Dr。 Hersh Nnamdi aboard the Aventinian ship Dew…drop;〃 he said。 〃We urgently request munication with Mayor Kimmeron or other Qasaman leaders。 Please respond。〃
 He lowered the mike into his lap and Telek strained her ears; listening。 The Dewdrop's most powerful tight…beam transmitter was spitting Nnamdi's translated words directly at the nearby tower。 Jamming or no jamming; some of that signal should be getting through。 If the Qasamans were listening。
 If they weren't; this was a plete waste of effort。 If they were; even if they didn't care to reply; Winward might have a chance。
 Might。
 〃Stage two;〃 Telek said to Nnamdi。 〃Put some emotion into it。〃
 The other's cheek twitched; but he lifted the mike。 〃This is Dr。 Hersh Nnamdi aboard the Dewdrop。 I would like to send an unarmed representative out to negotiate our panions〃 release with you。 Will you grant him safe…conduct to someone in authority?〃
 Static。 Beside Nnamdi; Christopher stirred and looked at Telek。 〃You realize; of course; that if Justin and Almo have made their move down south; Kimmeron will know we've got super…warriors aboard and will be waiting for Michael with all the guns they've got。〃
 Telek nodded wordlessly。 Winward knew it too; of course。 She stole a glance at the Cobra as he sat in quiet conversation with Link at one of the other displays。 They would be discussing tactics and strategy; she knew…and what good it would do she couldn't imagine。 Shots or shells fired from a distance by an unseen gunner weren't something that could be fought。 Not even by Cobras。
 〃Someone…anyone…answer me; please。〃 Nnamdi's voice cracked a bit; and Telek shifted her attention back to him。 The strain was beginning to get to him; she realized uneasily。 A little of that would add believability to the whole scheme; but too much could be trouble。 〃Look; I'm going to send out my second…in…mand; Mr。 Michael Winward;〃 Nnamdi continued。 〃Please talk to him; all right? There's no need for any more bloodshed than we've all already suffered。 I'm sure we can make a deal if you'll only agree to negotiate。〃
 Nnamdi paused; looking to Telek。 Steeling herself; she nodded。 He licked his lips and turned back to the mike。 〃I'm sending him out now。 Okay?〃
 The static remained unbroken。 Putting down the mike; Nnamdi slumped in his seat and closed his eyes。 Across the room; Winward got easily to his feet。 〃That's my cue; I believe;〃 he remarked; picking up his formal tunic from the back of a chair and slipping it on over his black nightfighter bat suit。
 〃m set;〃 Link murmured 〃Got it;〃 Winward nodded; scooping up the translator…link pendant/earphone set laying on the table in front of Nnamdi。 〃Governor; I'll try to find and hit the jammer first; but if I can't find it I'll go straight for the tower's defenses。 If you pick up gunfire and explosions from back there; sweep the forest with m laser fire and send Dorjay out。〃
 〃Right;〃 Telek said; trying to match his calm tone。 〃Good luck; and don't take any stupid chances。〃
 He twitched a smile at her and left。 Sinking into the seat next to Nnamdi; Telek watched the screen 。。。 and a minute later the outside monitors showed the Cobra walking slowly toward the tower; a half…meter…square white flag held prominently in front of him。
 No shells arced out of the sky as he made his slow way across the airfield。 Telek's heart thudded painfully; her emotions flip…flopping between hope and the fear that too much hope would automatically bring about disaster。 Link; who had moved to watch over her shoulder; twice reached down to jump the magnification。 The second time he did so they saw that a force of eight Qasamans had gathered at the foot of the tower to await Winward's arrival。 Eight Qasamans; and of course eight mojos。
 Two stepped forward as Winward neared the group; their drawn guns glinting in the faint backwash of Sollas's lights。 They relieved him of his flag and frisked him for weapons。 The entire force then formed a box around him and led him away; not into the tower but around toward the building's side。 Taking him to someone in authority? Telek wondered。 Maybe even to the officer in charge of their antiaircraft weapons?
 They all disappeared around the corner 。。。 and a minute later the breeze carried with it the sound of a single gunshot。
 
 
 Chapter 19
 
 The bus pulled finally to a stop beside a darkened building and Moff motioned toward the door with his pistol。 〃Out;〃 the old man added unnecessarily。 Keeping his movements smooth and nonthreatening; Justin stood up and let the Qasamans escort him outside。
 The building was a shock of deja vu; and it took Justin only a second to realize what it reminded him of。 〃Looks like a stunted version of the Sollas airfield tower;〃 he remarked as Moff led him toward a guard…flanked door。 〃Oddly out of place here in the middle of a city。〃
 Moff didn't answer。 Two separate doors at least; Justin noted; scanning the structure casually; and three floors with windows。 Lots of ways in。 e on; Almo…hit these guys and let's see what's in there。
 But no flashes of laser light interrupted them as they walked to the building door。 There Moff stopped and turned; leveling his gun at Justin's chest。 〃You will put your hands behind your back now;〃 the old man said from behind the ring of Qasamans。
 Justin plied; and cold metal bands clamped
 around his wrists。 A/mo; where are you? he thought
 fiercely; flicking glances at the surrounding buildings。
 Moff led them between the guards and into* life
   building。 The high…security building where the Qasamans felt it safe to bring an unknown danger。
 The sweat was beginning to break out on Justin's forehead。 It's all right; he told himself。 It's all right。 So you're on your own; but you've been trained for this sort of thing。 Two doors; and three floors of windows; remember? Getting away will be a snap。 Carefully he let his fingers explore the cuffs holding him。 The wrist rings were dauntingly thick 。。。 but it was a short chain; not a solid bar; that connected them。 A moment's experimentation showed he could curl either of his fingertip lasers to rest against one of the links。 While he might get burned in the process; it should only take a few seconds to cut himself free。 Though not if the targeting lock wanted to hit the mojos first。。。。 Shivering at what could have been a nasty mistake; he canceled the lock。 Take it easy; Justin…you're letting yourself get flustered。
 Moff led them down a hallway to an elevator。 A car was waiting for them。 〃Where are we going?〃 Justin asked; just to break the silence。
 But no one answered。 Three of the guards herded Justin into the car; Moff and the old man joined them。 Steady; kid; steady。 Justin bit down on his rising fear。 Just see where they're taking you; then knock 〃em against the watts and out a window。
 Moff pushed the bottom of a long row of buttons 。。。 and the elevator started down。
 Down。 Into the ground…deep into the ground; if the buttons were each a full floor…where th

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