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"You're making a mistake, Cavanagh," Bronski said quietly. "A big, big mistake."
"It wouldn't be the first time. Kolchin, should I try to find something to tie them up with?"
Five minutes later they were ready to go. Two minutes after that, Kolchin having arranged for the guard at the door to join the group inside, they were driving down the street in Bronski's car.
"What about Hill?" Cavanagh asked as Kolchin maneuvered through the Mrach traffic. "Should I risk giving him a call?"
"Better not," Kolchin said. "Even if Bronski's people have left him his phone, odds are they'll be tapping into any messages that come into it. Besides, he'd never be able to sneak out without Fibbit noticing and kicking up a fuss."
Cavanagh nodded heavily. "So we're back to the Phormbi escape plan. Just a couple of days late."
"And with a lot more people on our tail." Kolchin threw him a hard look. "Sir, I want to make sure you understand what we're getting into here. We've become fugitives now; and I can promise you it won't be fun. If you want to go back, we can do it. I acted without orders; you'll still be pretty clean."
"They'll still lock me away," Cavanagh reminded him. "Bronski's already said he was going to do that. Anyway, I'm already in serious trouble over what Aric and Qui
Kolchin shrugged. "I suppose that's one way of looking at it."
Cavanagh looked up into the blue sky. "Whatever's happened on Dorcas, Melinda's right in the middle of it. I can't just sit this one out. Any more than I could for Pheylan."
Kolchin didn't answer. But it wasn't hard for Cavanagh to figure out what he was thinking. Pheylan could easily be already dead; and it was Cavanagh's refusal to accept that possibility that had now put Melinda in danger.
Or had already cost her her life.
"Where are we going?" he asked Kolchin.
"Back to that fighter/courier dump in the hills," Kolchin told him. "Even if the Mrachanis told Bronski where we picked up that courier, odds are he won't expect us to try the same place again. It's our best shot, anyway."
"The Mrachanis might be guarding it this time."
Kolchin smiled tightly. "Let them try."
Copyright © 1994 by Timothy Zahn.
Cover art copyright © 1994 by Paul Youll.
ISBN: 0-553-56892-2