Part 58 (1/2)

Telek sighed. ”Yeah. Well... get back here, preferably without drawing attention to yourselves. Don't worry about making good speed; it doesn't look like we'll be moving from here for quite some time.”

Moff drove his car through the open village gate and then said his first words since leaving the Cobras' blockade: ”Where now?”

”The mayoral building,” Justin told him. ”It's ahead down the street and to the left.”

The other nodded, and Justin sent a sidelong look at the Qasaman's face. Moff hadn't seemed surprised to have Justin a.s.signed as his escort; but then, little ever seemed to surprise him. Even now, entering an enemy-held village, his face was impa.s.sive, only his darting eyes giving any indication of concern or worry.

”Where are all the villagers?”

Justin glanced around. Except for a Cobra at each end of the block they were approaching, the streets were indeed deserted. He put the question via communicator to Winward. ”They're all outside in the north and central parts of town,” he relayed the answer.

”I'd like to see them before I speak to your leaders.”

Justin shrugged, striving for unconcern. They were on a tight schedule, but he couldn't tell Moff that. ”Okay with me,” he said. ”Just don't take too long. I want the talks to get underway before anyone starts shooting out there again.”

”Our people won't start more fighting if yours don't.”

Justin shrugged again and settled back to endure the detour. He was supposed to try and get an inkling of what Moff was up to, but aside from spotting a likely recording device built into the Qasaman's mojo perch he hadn't seen any sort of equipment that could give him any hints. The thought of the bacteriological attack on Cerenkov and Rynstadt on the last trip made his skin creep, despite the a.s.surances by Telek and Winward that Moff was unlikely to risk his own life with such stuff when safer delivery methods existed. The Aventinians' logic, he kept remembering, was required by no law of nature to be the same as the

Qasamans'.

Moff drove them around a couple of corners-and there, indeed, were the villagers.

It looked like a giant in-town picnic, to Justin's eyes, with most of the adults sitting around in small groups while children played games around and among them. At the edges of the square Cobras stood on guard.

”The remainder are through the archway there?” Moff asked, pointing.

”I think so, yes.”

Without asking permission the Qasaman turned a corner and headed that way. The rest of the villagers were in a smaller open area a couple of blocks further north, and Moff stopped as they came within sight of the crowd. For a moment he looked them over, as if searching for mistreatment, and Justin noticed his shoulders turning slowly as he gave the recorder in his epaulet a sweep of the area. Allowing the troops back at the blockade to see the villagers were all right, if the recorder was transmitting a live picture-

Justin felt his body stiffen. No, not the villagers. He watched the other's eyes, noted where they paused. Moff was looking at the guards.

He was counting the Cobras.

Of course. It was the same trick, turned inside-out, that he'd used to view the

Dewdrop's interior when Joshua and York were allowed back inside. Of the thirty

Cobras in the village, Justin guessed about twenty were guarding the two groups of civilians-an absurdly small number for three thousand people, even given

Cobra abilities. Moff had surely noticed that, and would just as surely conclude that the total number of Cobras wasn't much higher than the number visible.

Or, in other words, that the gleaner-team was a sitting target. Which implied... what?

Justin didn't know; but the others needed this information right away. Pressing his mike surrept.i.tiously against his lips, he began to whisper.

York shook his head, eyes hard on the display before him. ”No helicopter movement I can see,” he told Telek. ”You sure Moff's gadget isn't just recording?”

”We've found the transmission band it's using,” she said tightly. ”What about other aircraft? You said some fixed-wing craft had appeared on the Sollas airfield.”