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But that was hardly something to be discussed with a junior officer in a remote sector. "Not really," he said.
A pair of Weissma
Others, Galway knew, would be guarding all the windows. "Shall I call for a ram?" Weissma
Galway didn't bother to answer, but simply stepped up onto the small porch and rang the bell.
One of the flanking guards muttered something under his breath. Apparently, the polite approach hadn't occurred to any of them.
Or maybe they simply thought breaking down the door would look more professional in front of Taakh.
He rang the bell again. This time there was the click of a lock, and the door opened a crack. "Yes?" a disheveled young man asked, blinking sleep-heavy eyes as he finished tying a sash around his robe.
Galway smiled tightly. After five months, the search was indeed over. "Good morning, Herr Judas," he said, holding up his ID. "I'm Security Prefect Galway. May I come in?"
Judas looked pointedly at the guns aimed at him, then silently pulled the door fully open and stepped back out of the way. "You and your men wait here," Galway ordered Weissma
The door opened into a plain but neat conversation room. "Am I in some sort of trouble?" Judas asked as he backed up to the middle of the room beside what appeared to be a handcrafted center table.
"That depends on your point of view," Galway said. Even the man's voice was the same. "I've come here to offer you an opportunity. Please; sit down."
Judas hesitated, then crossed to an upholstered comfort chair and sat down. The chair frame, too, appeared to be handmade. "Nice furniture," Galway commented as he took a double seat a quarter of the way around the center table from him. "Your work?"
"Yes, it's my hobby," Judas said. "What sort of opportunity?"
"The sort that can guarantee safety and security for you and your family for the rest of your lives,"
Galway said.
Judas snorted gently. "Sounds way too good to be true," he said. "Why don't we start by hearing what exactly this wonderful deal will cost me."
Galway leaned back in his chair, studying the man closely. The face and voice were perfect, but what he could see of the man's physique through his robe would definitely require some work. At least four months of it, he estimated, plus the other training the man would need.
Still, they had at least five more months before the rest of the operation would be ready. Plenty of time.
"It'll cost six to eight months of your life," he said. "Under the circumstances, hardly worth mentioning."
"Oh, hardly," Judas agreed with the cynical smile of a man who's been offered a card from a magician's deck. "And what exactly would I be doing during those six to eight months?"
"A job only you can do," Galway said. "We want you to impersonate someone for us."
"What, I've got a twin brother walking around?"
"Actually, you have two twin brothers," Galway corrected, watching him closely. "Maybe more. You see, Herr Judas ... you're a clone."
The other's smile vanished. "That's a lie," he said, his voice suddenly stiff.
It was, Galway knew, the correct reaction. But it was a little too quick, a little too practiced, a little too perfect. Judas had already known who and what he was. And there was only one place where he could have learned the truth. "I'm afraid it's your friends who've been lying to you," he said. "Not me."
"What friends?"
"Your contacts in the Resistance," Galway said gently. "The ones who've been grooming you since childhood for some special mission, then suddenly and inexplicably abandoned both you and the project a little over two years ago."
Judas was good, all right. His face barely registered the emotional shock he must surely be feeling at hearing supposedly secret parts of his life being calmly listed by a Security prefect. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Of course you don't," Galway agreed. "That's the other thing I'm offering: the chance to get a little of your own back in return for their shoddy treatment. Interested?"
"Why bother to ask?" Judas countered. "Fifteen days of loyalty-conditioning and I'll do whatever you want anyway."
Galway shrugged. He was certainly right on that score. "Personal ethics, I suppose," he said. "An effort to allow you a certain dignity in this."
"False dignity."
"Perhaps," Galway conceded. "And, for the record, the loyalty-conditioning will take a little longer than that. If we quit after the standard fifteen days, the psychor barriers your Resistance friends gave you might still leave some cracks in the wall. Nice try, though."
Judas grimaced. "Touche," he conceded. "Do I have time to dress and say good-bye to my wife and daughter?"
"Certainly," Galway said, gesturing toward the curved stairway leading to the second floor. "That was my other reason for not simply hauling you out of bed."
For a moment Judas studied Galway's face, perhaps wondering if it was genuinely possible for a loyaltyconditioned puppet of the Ryqril and the collaborationist government to have a conscience. Galway had often wondered the same thing, and wondered now what Judas would conclude. "Thank you," the other said, standing up. "Give me fifteen minutes."
He was back in twelve, dressed for travel. "I didn't bother to pack anything," he said as Galway ushered him out into the cold morning air. "I assumed you wouldn't let me keep any personal items anyway."
"Quite right," Galway said. Taakh had moved up to join Weissma
"Any trouble?" Weissma
"None," Galway said. "As soon as we're gone, you can lift the lockdown—"
And without warning, a pair of high-velocity flechettes whistled past his back and head.
"Cover!" he snapped, grabbing Judas's coat collar and hauling him toward the ground. With his other hand he yanked his own paral-dart gun from its holster, his eyes searching for the source of the attack.
"Corner!" Weissma
There were two of them, Galway saw, crouched low beside a pair of houses on opposite sides of the street, the muzzles of their long-barreled hunting rifles dipping as they corrected their aim. He swung his own gun toward them, knowing instinctively that neither he nor Weissma
And in that single frozen heartbeat, Taakh moved.
He wasn't as fast as a blackcollar, a detached part of Galway's mind noted. Nor was he as graceful, and his movements didn't carry the same ultrarefined precision and elegance theirs did. But he was fast enough, and more than precise enough. One of his huge hands grabbed the nearest of Weissma
"You all right, Prefect?" Weissma
"I'm fine," Galway assured him, watching Judas and the Security man as they untangled themselves and stood up again. "Judas?"
"I'm all right," Judas said, his voice shaking. "What in hell was that all about?"