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hallinor carried with it a small but leaden piece of the responsibility for the deaths。 The last thing he wanted to do was to add more deaths to that weight between his shoulders。
But he had no choice。 None at all。 His sonic weapons could stun men at this range； but not for long enough 。。。 and the necessary frequencies were unlikely to be effective on the two mojos。 All of them had to be silenced before any of them…human or mojo…could screech out a warning。
The leading man was barely two meters away now； properly staying out of his partner's line of fire。 Four instants of eye contact to give his nanoputer its targets； the gentle pressure of tongue against the roof of his mouth to key automatic fire control 。。。 and as the Qasaman opened his mouth to speak Pyre fired。
His little fingers spat laser bursts； arms and wrists shifting in response to the puter…directed servos within them。 Like all his Cobra reflexes； this one was incredibly fast； and it was all over almost before he had a chance to wince。
That wasn't so hard； he thought； dropping to a crouch as he waited to see if the quiet crash of falling bodies would draw attention。 Not too hard at all。 And his eyes strayed to the corpse which had landed almost beside him and the head where the laser burn would be； though the undergrowth was hiding it； and the mojo who had died so quickly its talons still gripped its epaulet perch； and he began to tremble violently and tried hard not to throw up。
He waited for nearly half a minute； until the worst
of the muscle spasms had subsided and the taste of
bile had left his mouth； before resuming his cautious
move forward。 With no buzzing earphone to startle
；； him this time； he made it the rest of the way to his
…； laser without attracting attention。 Once； as he was
％ pulling the device from concealment； he saw another
fi Qasaman； but the other was looking another way
。 and Pyre was able to plete his task without being
f spotted。
f^j Moving deeper into the forest； he headed south； f… hoping the Qasamans hadn't lined the whole damned 〃。f'： forest with soldiers。 If they had； he might have to ；；：…climb a tree to contact the ship； after all。 ？J But their exaggerated caution hadn't carried them f。〃 to quite that length。 A hundred meters from his la…；％ser's hiding place the silent cordon line ended； Pyre js^vent another fifty and then pushed his way cau…s^tiously to the edge。 A convenient bush allowed him to get a clear shot at the Dewdrop's nose without exposing himself to direct view of the airfield control tower。 Flat on his stomach； he set up the laser as ickly as he could and aimed it toward where he /thought the bow sensor cluster was located。 Crossing
！his fingers； he flipped it on。 〃Pyre here；〃 he murmured into the mike。 〃e in； anyone。〃 There was no response。 He waited a few seconds； then shifted his aim fractionally and tried again。 Still nothing。 My God…have they somehow taken everyone out already？ He searched the hull for signs of damage。 Gas； perhaps； or sonics that could have penetrated without harming the ship itself？ The taste of fear starting to well up into his throat； he again adjusted his aim…
〃…in； Almo； are you there？ A/mo？〃
Pyre's body sagged with relief。 〃I'm here； Governor。 Phew。 I thought something had happened to all of you。〃
〃Yeah； well； it's about to；〃 Telek said grimly。 〃Somehow they've tumbled to the fact that we're a spy mission； and it's probably a tossup as to whether they try and board us or take the safer way out and just blow us up。〃
〃Any word from the contact team？〃 Pyre asked； forcing his voice to remain steady。
〃Moff still has them on the bus； and so far they seem okay。 They're being taken somewhere besides Sol las； though； probably the next city down。 We were hoping you'd have a chance of intercepting them before they got too far away； assuming we could contact you in time。〃
〃And？〃
Telek hesitated。 〃Well 。。。 we estimate the bus will be passing the main road heading south from Sollas in ten or fifteen minutes。 But that's twenty…plus kilometers from us…〃
〃How many Qasamans aboard？〃 he cut her off harshly。
〃The usual six…man escort；〃 she told him。 〃Plus their mojos。 But even if you could get there in time I don't know how you'd get them out safely。〃
〃I'll find a way。 Just don't lift until I get back here with them 。。。 or until it's clear I'm not going to make it back at all。〃
He broke the connection without waiting to hear her reply and began crawling backwards from his concealing bush toward the protection of the forest； leaving the m laser deployed for possible future use。 Twenty kilometers in ten minutes。 Hopeless even if he'd had clean ground to run on instead of a forest 。。。 but maybe the Qasamans would outsmart themselves on this one。 Six guards in an ordinary bus was a fairly loose setup； even with the mojos and against four unarmed prisoners。 In their place Pyre would transfer the Aventinians to a safer vehicle at the first opportunity 。。。 and to his way of thinking the crossroads to the south would be the ideal spot for such a switch。
And if his guess proved correct the whole party would be there for a few extra minutes。 Long enough； perhaps； for Pyre to get there too。
At which point he'd have to face not only the busload of Qasamans but also whatever troops they'd assembled for the transfer。 But there was nothing he could do about that。 It was time for Almo Pyre； Cobra； to bee what his implanted equipment had always intended him to be。 Not a hunter； spy； nor even a killer of Aventinian spine leopards。
But a warrior。
Setting off at the fastest run the forest permitted； he headed south。 It was all up to him now。
It was all up to him now。
York took a quiet breath； using his Marine biofeed…back techniques to relax his muscles and nerves and to prepare him for action。 To the right and slightly ahead he could see the buildings of Sollas silhouetted against the darkening sky； and if he remembered the aerial maps correctly they were now about as close to the city as this road got。 It was time to make his attempt 。。。 and to find out just how deadly these mojos were。
His pen and ring were already resting casually in his left hand。 Easing his calculator…watch off his left wrist； he fit the pen through its band； making sure the contacts were wedged solidly together。 The ring slid onto the pen's clip to its own slot； and the palm…mate was ready。 The arming sequence was three keystrokes on the calculator。
Wrapping the watchband into position around his right palm； he raised his hand over the back of the seat in front of him。 Moff had given up his guard duty to one of the others a few kilometers back； but the Qasaman's attention was on Rynstadt and Joshua at the moment。 / get one free shot； York reminded himself distantly； and bringing the pen to bear on the guard； he squeezed the trigger。
The Oasaman jerked as the tiny dart buried itself deep in his cheek； his gun swinging wildly in reflexive search for a target。 Reflexive but useless； already his eyes were beginning to glaze as the potent mix of neurotoxins took effect。 York shifted his aim to the mojo on the dying man's shoulder and a second dart found its target 。。。 but as he brought the palm…mate to bear on Moff's mojo all hell broke loose。
They were smart all right； those birds。 The dead Oasaman hadn't even fallen to the floor before the remaining five mojos were in the air； sweeping toward him like silver…blue Furies。 He got off two more shots； but neither connected…and then they were on him； talons digging into his face and gun arm and slamming him hard into the seat。 Through the haze of agony he could dimly hear screams from Rynstadt and the inprehensible shouts of the Qasamans。 Mojo wings slapped at his eyes； blinding him； but he didn't need his sight to know that his right forearm was being flayed； his right hand torn by beaks and talons as the mojos fought single…mindedly to get the palm…mate away from him。 But it was wrapped firmly around his open hand； caught there though the will to hold it had long since vanished。 His arm was on fire…wave after wave of agony screaming into his brain…and then suddenly the birds were gone； flut… taring away to squawk at him from seat backs and Qasaman shoulders； and he saw what they'd done to his arm…
And the emotional shock bined with the physical shock 。。 。 and Decker York； who had seen men injured and killed on five other worlds； dropped like a stone into the temporary sanctuary of unconsciousness。
His last thought before the blackness took him was that he would never wake up。
〃Oh； my God；〃 Christopher whispered。 〃My God。〃
Telek bit hard into the knuckles of her right hand； curled into an impotent fist at her mouth。 York's arm。。；。 She willed her eyes to turn away； but they were as tightly frozen to the scene as Joshua's own eyes were。 Like a violent； haphazard dissection of York's arm…except that York was still alive。 For now。
Beside her； Nnamdi gagged and fled the room。 She hardly noticed。
It seemed like forever； but it was probably only a few seconds before Rynstadt was at York's side； a small can of seal…spray from his landing kit clutched in his shaking hand。 He sprayed it on York's arm； sloppi