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e end of the field。〃
 But the Dewdrop can lift straight up。 Would that make enough of a difference? There was no way to know 。。。 but given the national paranoia; Pyre tended to doubt it。 〃I'd still like to talk to you about release of our panions;〃 he told the mayor; just for something to say。
 Kimmeron arched his eyebrows。 〃You speak foolishness;〃 he bit out。 〃We have you and the body of Winward; from which your so…named 〃magic powers can surely be learned。〃
 〃Our magic cannot be learned from a corpse;〃 Pyre lied。
 〃You are still alive;〃 the other said pointedly。 〃From Cerenkov and Rynstadt we will obtain information about your culture and technology which will prepare us for any attack your world launches against us in the future。 And from your ship…intact or in pieces…we will learn even more; perhaps enough to finally regain star travel。 All that is within our hands; what could you offer of greater value for allowing your departure?〃
 There was no answer Pyre could give to that 。。。 and it occurred to him that a method which allowed its users to learn Anglic in a week might indeed let them reconstruct the Dewdrop and its systems from whatever wreckage remained after its destruction。
 Which meant that his gallant rescue attempt was now; and always had been; doomed to failure。 Cerenkov and Rynstadt were beyond help; and Pyre's own last minutes would be spent right here in the mayor's underground nerve center。 If he could somehow find the munications panel…and then find a way to shut off or broadcast through the jamming…and then figure out how to signal the Dewdrop to get the hell away…and all before sheer weight of numbers overwhelmed him…
 And as the impossibilities of each step lined up before him like mountains the universe presented him a gift。 A small gift; hardly more than a sign 。。。 but He saw it; and Kimmeron did not; and he had the satisfaction of giving the mayor a genuine smile。 〃What do I have to offer; Mr。 Mayor?〃 he said calmly。 〃A great deal; actually 。。。 because all that was in your hands a moment ago is even now slipping through your fingers。〃
 Kimmeron frowned 。。。 and as he started to speak Pyre heard a sharp intake of breath from the guard spokesman beside him。 Kimmeron twisted to look behind him 。。。 and when he turned back his face was pale。 〃How…?〃
 〃How?〃 Pyre shifted his eyes over Kimmeron's shoulder; to the displays that showed the airfield tower and environs。
 …Or that had done so a few minutes earlier。 Now; the entire bank showed a uniform gray。
 How? 〃Very simple; Mr。 Mayor;〃 Pyre said 。。。 and suppressed the shiver of that boyhood memory。 Like MacDonald before him on that awful day of vengeance against Challinor。。。。 〃Winward; it appears; has returned from the dead。〃
 
 
 Chapter 21
 
 It was so unexpected…so totally unexpected…that Winward never even had a chance to react。 One minute he was walking around the tower with his Qasaman escort; surreptitiously searching the building and immediate area for weapons and additional guards and trying to work out exactly what he would say when they reached whoever he was being taken to。 Just walking peacefully 。。。 and then the leader muttered something and turned around 。。。 and before Winward could do more than focus on the other the night lit up with a thunderous flash and a sledgehammer slammed into the center of his chest; blowing him backwards into nothingness as the crack of the lethal shot echoed in his ears。。。。
 The blackness in his brain faded slowly; and for what seemed like hours he drifted slowly toward the reality he could faintly sense above him。 The pain came first…dull; throbbing pain in his chest; sharp; stinging pain in his eyes and face…and with that breakthrough the rest of his senses began to function again。 Sounds filtered in: footsteps; doors opening and closing; occasional inprehensible voices。 He discovered he was on his back; bouncing rhythmically as if being carried; and every so often he felt a trickle of something run down his ribs under his tunic。
   And slowly; he realized what had happened。
 He'd been shot。 Deliberately and maliciously shot。 And was probably dying。
 The only general rule he could recall from his first…aid training was that injury victims should not be unnecessarily moved。 And so he remained still; eyes closed against the pain there; as he waited for loss of blood to dim his consciousness back into darkness。
 But it wasn't happening。 On the contrary; with each passing heartbeat he felt his mind sharpening; with strength and sensation rapidly returning to his limbs。 Far from dying; he was actually ing back to life。
 What the hell?
 And it was only then; as his body and brain finally meshed enough to localize his wound; that he realized what had happened。
 The Qasaman had shot him in the center of his chest。 Directly over the breastbone。 The breastbone which; coated with ceramic laminae; was functionally unbreakable。
 The aftermath was less clear; but its main points weren't hard to figure out。 The bullet's impact had knocked the air out of him; possibly even temporarily stopped his heart; and for the past few seconds or minutes he'd been fighting to get oxygen back into his system。 His face and eyes must have taken the impact of burning propellant to sting as they did; and for a painful heartbeat he recognized that he might have been permanently blinded。
 But somehow even that didn't seem important at the moment。 He was alive; he was reasonably functional…
 And the Qasamans thought he was dead。
 They would pay for that mistake。 Pay in blood。
 Starting right now。 Winward's eyes might be unusable; but the optical enhancers set into the skin around them were harder to damage and fed into the optic nerves further back inside the skull's protection。 They weren't really designed to replace normal vision; but a minute's experimentation showed that a zero…magnification setting bined with the lowest light…amp level provided an adequate picture。
 Between the four head…and…upper…torsos bobbing at the edges of the view; he could see a ceiling passing overhead。 Carefully; keeping the motion slow; he eased his head a few degrees to the side。 A couple of doors went by; the party turned a corner; and abruptly they were through open double doors and into a white…walled room with bright steel fixtures extending to the ceiling in various places。 The four stretcher…bearers set him down on a hard table; and he let his head loll so to leave it turned to his right; toward the exit。 The men left; closing the doors behind them; and he was alone Though probably not for long。 The room he was in was very obviously a sick bay or surgery; and in the Qasamans〃 place Winward would want a preliminary dissection started on a dead Cobra as quickly as possible。 The doctors were probably prepping in another room; and could arrive at any time。
 Forcing himself to again move slowly; Winward eased his head up and down until he located the glassy eye of a fisheye monitor camera。 It was in a back upper corner; out of direct line of any of his lasers or his sonic disrupter。 He could lift his hands and fire; of course; but if someone was watching the monitor closely the alarm would be raised before he even got through the double doors into the hall。 Using his omnidirectional sonic to shake up the picture before shooting wouldn't help appreciably; either。 What he really needed was a diversion。
 Behind him there was the sound of a door opening; and a second later four white…gowned people came around the maze of support equipment and into view。
 And a diversion abruptly became vital。 The soldiers and stretcher…carriers outside might miss his slow breathing or the fact that the skin of his chest was still bleeding; but the approaching doctors hadn't a chance in hell of doing so。 He had to keep them away before they found out he was still alive。
 The leader was within a meter of him now。 Activating his omnidirectional; Winward ran it to its lowest frequency setting and held his breath。
 Their reaction was all he could have hoped for。 The leader jerked to a stop as the inaudible waves hit him; the second in line stumbling into him as she staggered slightly。 For a minute they all stood together in a littl

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