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CHAPTER 15
The hallway was deserted as Lathe strode along it; which was just as well, since he wasn't feeling much like company. His lust was starting to fade now, but Faye Picciano's face hovered like a succubus before his eyes and he could still smell her perfume. He wanted to go back to her; wanted her more than he cared to admit. And surely he could handle it.... Gritting his teeth, he kept walking.
He was still feeling irritable when he reached the blackcollar room, throwing the door open suddenly enough to make Skyler, Novak, and Mordecai reach reflexively for their weapons. Lathe didn't like startling his men like that—even blackcollar combat reflexes could be blunted—but at least they'd know now to leave him alone for a while.
Caine, unfortunately, either missed the hint or simply ignored it. He'd been pacing near the door when Lathe entered, and almost before it was closed he'd planted himself in the comsquare's path. "Lathe, we need to talk."
"Later," Lathe growled, moving to go around him.
Caine stuck out an arm. "No, now," he snapped. "I've had too much 'later' already."
Clenching his teeth firmly, Lathe held onto the shards of his temper. Caine was the last person on Argent he could afford to blow up at. "All right. What's on your mind?"
"Finishing up our mission before the government finds us." Caine waved his arm, the gesture encompassing the other blackcollars as well as the room around them. "We've been cooped up in this place for six straight days now—I've hardly even been outside this room in that time. About all you've done is move everybody except us out of the building and hold lots of meetings. When's something going to happen?"
"You know the military," Skyler spoke up from the table where he'd been reading a tape. "Double-time it, then wait at parade rest."
"Don't give me that. You guys move fast enough when you want to—what's left of Plinry could attest to that."
"This isn't Plinry," Lathe reminded him. "We're in unknown territory, forced to rely on an organization that's probably riddled with collie spies. We need to get as much information as possible before we move."
"Is that why you've been monopolizing Faye Picciano lately," Caine snorted. "I should have known it was business."
For some reason Caine's words suddenly put things in perspective; and rather than boil over, Lathe's anger drained away. "It was, on both sides—and her business is also information. Be thankful I deflected her away from you—you wouldn't have lasted an hour once she got started."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean the complete temptress routine, all the way down to the pheromone-based perfume she was wearing. And she's damn good at it, too."
Caine suddenly looked wary, as the source of Lathe's mood must have dawned on him. "Did she—ah—?"
"No, she didn't succeed," the comsquare said. "The sexual ploy's the oldest in the book, but no less potent for all that. I know better than to risk emotional entanglement on a mission; I'm not sure you do. Chances are you'd be in bed with her right now, telling her anything she wanted to know."
"Ridiculous," Caine said... but he didn't sound entirely sure of himself. "You think she's a government spy?"
"Not necessarily." Lathe stepped past Caine and sat down across from Skyler. "Whichever side she's on she'd want to pump us for all she could. Tacticians always want all the information they can get."
"Is that why you sent the others away from here?" Caine asked, coming over to stand beside the table. "So she couldn't get to them?"
"She or other potential spies. Also, it's a good general policy not to load all your torpedoes into the same tube. Actually, you're the only one we absolutely have to keep the collies from getting hold of."
"Hence the bodyguards?"
"We just like your company," Novak assured him from his bunk.
Caine's response was a snort.
"But you've got a point," Lathe said, thinking quickly. The timing was critical here.... "If we sit around too long the collies may try something. Okay. Tomorrow, Mordecai and I will go take a close-up look at Henslowe Prison, try to find the best approach for getting the vets out."
Across the room Mordecai raised his eyebrows, but remained silent. Caine said. "Well, that's something. I'll come, too."
Lathe shook his head. "Sorry. We're keeping you out of collie reach, remember? You'll stay here where it's safe."
Caine's lip twisted, but something in Lathe's face must have warned him not to argue the point. Turning on his heel, he strode over to the window and stared out.
The impatience of youth, Lathe thought, stroking his dragonhead ring as he looked at Caine's stiff back. A wave of weariness swept abruptly over him. Why was he going through all this torture again, especially for a mission with such a poor chance of success? Sighing, he turned his eyes away from Caine.
Skyler was still sitting across the table from him. "You all right?" he asked softly.
Lathe managed a lopsided smile. "Sure."
"He'll learn. You serious about tomorrow?"
"Yes. Have you talked to Vale lately?"
"Novak saw him this morning. O'Hara and Haven seem to be coming along okay. Still pretty weak, though—high-dose Idunine treatment's no fun."
"None of us are in this for the fun of it," Lathe said dryly. "When will they be able to fight?"
"Vale guessed a couple of days—maybe three or four before they're back to full strength."
"Okay." Lathe glanced at his watch. "The tactical group's meeting in an hour; I'll tell them about the trip then. Not about your part, of course."
Skyler rubbed his fingertips thoughtfully on the tabletop. "You have to tell them anything at all? If there's a collie spy in the group, you'll be inviting a trap."
"Possibly. But if we don't say anything they'll never trust us again—Tremayne already thinks we ask too much on blind faith. Besides, we might prove this way whether or not there is a spy in the group."
"Um. Just you and Mordecai going, then?"
"Plus one of the Argentians, probably—I expect Tremayne will insist on that. Our loyal guide Fuess would be a good choice. If it comes to a fight an extra blackcollar would be handy to have around." Lathe cocked his head slightly to one side. "I see an objection in there that still hasn't been answered."
Skyler nodded fractionally in Caine's direction. "You're going to leave him alone with Novak? If I wanted to capture him alive, that's when I'd pull my raid."
Lathe was silent a long moment. "You think Security's that desperate yet? If they miss they risk driving us out of range of their spies."
"Granted. But I don't think we should count on the opposition having good sense."
"In that case maybe we'd better send him over to stay with Hawking, Kwon, and Spadafora."
"Or else take him with you in the morning. Seriously. They'll be trying to keep you alive anyway, and if they realize who they've got they'll be doubly anxious to do so. It'll make your odds that much better."
"True. Means they'll be using those Paralyte-IX darts. Have we got a supply of the antidote?"
"Yes—and Vale's already prepared the hypos you're going to ask for next."
Lathe gri
"Right." Skyler pushed back his chair. "I'd better start organizing my equipment."
He walked over to Novak, conferred for a few seconds, and then went to the corner where the blackcollar's equipment was piled. Lathe watched him thoughtfully, noting the bounce in the big man's step and the sure, quick movements of his hands. Skyler was happy—happier, in fact, than Lathe had seen him since the end of the war.