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On the stand, the candidates-all seven of them. About half the delegation seated in chairs directly in front of the bunting-hung platform. There was no way they would escape without injury if Tach should fail and the shooting begin. Jack came into view. Hands thrust deep into pants pockets, he paced and frowned out over the throng.
Blaise was a rider in Tachyon's mind. Ready to sense the tiniest use of telepathy. His power might be slight, but he was sensitive enough to detect the shift in focus such mind communication required. His presence suited his grandsire just fine. It would make what was to come all the easier. Carefully Tachyon constructed a mind-scrim of the scene. A false picture to lull his grandchild. He hedged it around with shields, presented it to Blaise. Then from beneath its protective cover be reached out, touched Jack's mind. Don't jump, keep frowning.
Where are you?
Near gate, edge of trees. Got it.
Surete?
Everywhere. Terrorists? Likewise everywhere. How…!?
They'll come to you. Wha…???
Trust.
He withdrew and carefully constructed a trap. It was similar to the link he enjoyed with Baby when the ship boosted and amplified his own natural powers to allow for transspace communication, but much, much stronger. Its teeth were very deep. What might it do to Blaise? No. There was no time for doubts.
The mind snare snapped down. A mental scream of alarm from the boy. Desperate struggle, panting resignation. The rider had become the ridden.
Tachyon joined Blaise's power to his. It was like a bar of white-hot light. Carefully he split it into strands. Each tendril snapped out like a burning whip. Settled on his captors. They became frozen statues.
He was gasping with effort, sweat bursting from his forehead, ru
Braun was leaping about, gesticulating, summoning help with great arm sweeps.
Hurry! Hurry!
He had to hold them. All of them. If he failed… Blaise was struggling again. It was like being kicked over and over again in the gut. One thread snapped. To Claude Bo
Bo
Tach flew after them, caught Blaise by his free hand, and wrenched him free.
"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!"
Sharp teeth bit deep into his wrist. Tachyon silenced the boy with a crushing imperative. Supported the sleeping child with one arm'. He and Bo
"Bravo, Doctor. You outfoxed me. But what a media event my trial will be."
"I'm afraid not."
"Eh?"
"I require a body. One infected with the wild card. Then the Surete will have their mysterious mentat ace and will look no further."
"You can't be serious! You can't mean to kill me in cold blood." He read the answer in Tachyon's implacable lilac gaze. Bo
"But others have not fared so well. You shouldn't have sent Blaise to me. He was quick to tell me of your other triumphs. An i
Bo
"No," The features shifted again-Mark Meadows, Captain Trips blinked confusedly at the gun. "I think the outcome is fairly predictable." Danelle, but as she had been all those long years ago. "I merely hasten your execution."
A final transformation. Shoulder-length sable hair cascading over the shoulders, long sooty lashes brushing at her cheeks, lifting to reveal eyes of a profound midnight blue. Blythe.
"Tachy, please."
"I'm sorry, but you're dead." And Tach shot him.
"Ah, Doctor Tachyon." Franchot de Valmy rose from his desk, hand outstretched. "France owes you a great debt of gratitude. How can we ever repay you?"
"By issuing me a passport and visa."
"I'm afraid I don't understand. You of course-"
"Not for me. For Blaise Jea
De Valmy fiddled with a pen. "Why not merely apply?"
"Because Francois Andrieux is currently in custody. Checks will be run, and I can't allow that."
"Aren't you being a bit forthright with me?"
"Not at all. I know what an expert you are on falsified documents." The Frenchman froze, then shifted slowly to the back of his chair. " I know you're not an ace, Monsieur de Valmy. I wonder, how would the French public react to news of such a cheat? It would cost you the election."
De Valmy forced past stiff lips, "I am a very capable public servant. I can make a difference for France."
"Yes, but none of that is half so alluring as a wild card."
"What you're asking is impossible. What if it's traced to me? What if-" Tachyon reached for the phone. "What are you doing?"
"Calling the press. I too can arrange press conferences at a moment's notice. One of the privileges of fame."
"You'll get your documents."
"Thank you."
"I'll find out why you're doing this."
Tachyon paused at the door, glanced back. "Then we'll each have a secret on the other, won't we?"
The big plane was darkened for the late-night hop to London. The first-class section was deserted save for Tach, Jack, and Blaise, sleeping soundly in his grandfather's arms.
There was something about the little tableau that warned everyone to stay well away.
"How long are you go
"Until we reach London."
"Will he ever forgive you?"
"He won't know"
"About Bo
"Yes." It was scarcely audible over the rumble of the engines. "Jack?"
"Yeah?"
"I forgive you." Their eyes met.
The human reached down, softly pushed back a lock of silky hair from the child's forehead. "Then I guess maybe there's hope for you too."