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The Troft stepped past him and disappeared into the bathroom, returning a moment later with the sensor disk in one hand and some tissues from the dispenser in the other. He offered the latter to Jo
He gave in awfully easily, was Jo
He waited an hour, ten minutes of which time was spent in the bathroom to see if the Trofts would get nervous and send in a guard. But they'd evidently decided there was nothing dangerous he could do in there and no one disturbed him. Taking slightly higher than normal doses of his anemia and arthritis medicines, he returned to his comboard... and when the drugs took effect it was time to go.
He began with the normal human pattern for a pre-bedtime shower: pajamas carried into the bathroom accompanied by the hiss of water against tile. But under cover of the sound, Jo
The Menssana's designer had apparently felt that separate ventilation systems for the various service lane levels would be a waste of good equipment and had opted instead for periodically spaced grilles to co
Jo
Jo
The spiral stairway leading to the bridge had not been designed with military security in mind, but the Trofts had added one of their sensor disks to the spiral in a position impossible to bypass. From a semi-shadowed position down the hall, Jo
He moved quickly, though no faster than a normal human could have, and no challenges or shots came his way before he reached the stairs and started up. His catlike steps were small bomb blasts in his enhanced hearing, but between them he could hear the unmistakable sounds of sudden activity overhead. He kept going... and when he raised his head cautiously above the level of the bridge floor he found himself facing a semicircle of four Troft handguns. "You will make no sudden movements," a translator voice ordered as he froze in place. "Now: continue forward for questioning."
Slowly, Jo
"How did you escape from your quarters?" one of the guards asked.
Jo
The Trofts' arm membranes fluttered. "You are in no position to trade anything."
"How do you know?" Jo
The Troft hesitated. Then, slowly, he raised a hand to a collar pin and let loose with a stream of catertalk. Another pause... and the communications box abruptly spoke. "This the Ship Commander. What do you propose to trade?"
Jo
There was a long pause. "Repeat, please. You offer me my own demesne-ship?"
"That's right," Jo
His captors' arm membranes were fluttering at half-mast now. Either the room temperature had risen dramatically or he had indeed hit a sensitive nerve. "Commander?" he prompted.
"The ability you claim is nonexistent," the box said. "You are not in control of that ship."
"You're wrong, Commander. My companion and I are in full control here."
"You have no companion. The soldier hiding in the dining-area ventilation system has been returned to his quarters."
So the other Marine had been found. "I'm not speaking of him."
"Where is your companion?"
"Nearby, and in control. If you want to know any more you'll have to come here and negotiate the trade I've suggested."
There was another long pause. "Very well. I will come."
"Good." Jo
"You will reveal your companion to us before the Ship Commander arrives," one of the guards said. It didn't sound like a request.