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.He carefully folded the map and put it into a pocket of his tunic, then held up the picture of Vrief Domo, his first tangible link to the Oracle."Gotcha, you son of a bitch!" he said.If his head hadn't begun throbbing again, he might even have felt sorry for the Blue Devil.15The Injun waited for two days.By that time the pain had subsided, and he had made discreet inquiries to make sure that his five million credits was in the pipeline.32 was still tracing it, of course, but the Injun was confident that it would become more and more difficult with every transaction until it was finally impossible.He had the computer match the handful of incoming humans against the embassy's list of anticipated arrivals, and wasn't surprised when they checked out.If the Whistler was half as good as he was supposed to be, it was going to take more than an embassy computer to find him.Finally, when he felt well enough, he summoned Broussard to his quarters."How are you today, sir?" asked the young man, entering the room a moment later."Much better.""I'm glad to hear it.""Really?" asked the Injun with a smile."If I were you, I'd be heartbroken to hear it.I'm about to cut into your time with your doctor.""This is my job, sir.""Well, it's time for me to get to work on my job.Pull up a chair."Broussard walked to a corner of the room, picked up a chair and carried it over to the bed."Now sit down and get comfortable," said the Injun.Broussard sat on the chair and grinned wryly."Well, the sitting part is easy, sir.""Who the hell furnished this place? You wouldn't think something this dull would also be uncomfortable.""I've often wondered that myself, sir," admitted Broussard.The Indian looked amused, and then his face became serious."So much for small talk.We've got more important things to discuss.""The Oracle?" suggested Broussard."Yes.""Before we speak further, perhaps we should go to a secure room.""Not necessary," said the Injun."I ordered the computer to let me know the instant anyone attempts to monitor us." He tossed the map to Broussard."Take a look at this and see if it makes any sense to you."Broussard studied the map carefully for a moment, then looked up."I take it that you want to reach the location that's been highlighted?""Right.""On foot or by vehicle?""I'm not sure yet," said the Injun."By day or at night?""It makes no difference.""Yes, it does, sir.""Oh? Why?""Because the current temperature is fifty-seven degrees Celsius and there's no way you can walk there and back without dehydrating and probably suffering heatstroke," answered Broussard."You may be feeling better, but it's still only been two days since you underwent major surgery.""What will the temperature be tonight?" asked the Injun."Perhaps forty-four degrees Celsius, which is still formidable," answered Broussard.The Injun grimaced."Then I guess we drive." He paused."Too damned bad.Your vehicle is pretty easy to identify.""That's an area inhabited almost exclusively by Blue Devils," said Broussard."A human walking through it would be even more conspicuous.""Have you got a safe house anywhere around there?""I don't think so.We can ask the computer."The Injun shook his head."Don't bother," he said."I already asked.The computer' s not aware of any.I just thought there might be things that you didn't tell it."Broussard looked puzzled."Any computer that can be built can be breached." explained the Injun."Not this one, sir.""I admire your confidence," said the Injun dryly."But I've got half a dozen friends who could invade it in less than two hours.""I sincerely doubt that, sir," replied Broussard firmly."I'm sure you do," said the Injun, unimpressed."I'm not here to argue the point.I just want to know if there's a nearby safe house.""To the best of my knowledge, we don't have one in Quichancha.I believe we have four on the entire planet, all in other cities." Broussard fidgeted uneasily."May I ask why you want to know?""There is every possibility that I am going to have to do some very unpleasant things to a Blue Devil," answered the Injun."I'd rather not have to do them in a building that's filled with other Blue Devils.I'd much rather take him to a secure location first.""Is murder a possibility?""If he doesn't tell me what I want to know, it's an absolute certainty," said the Injun.He paused thoughtfully."It probably will be, anyway.I don't want him reporting what I know or identifying me to the Oracle, and I don't want him around when the Whistler shows up.""The Whistler? Who's that?""I'm afraid that's restricted information."Broussard frowned."You could cause some problems for the embassy, sir.If you kill a Blue Devil-and I assume this one is in some way connected to the Oracle they're going to assume the embassy ordered it, or at least sanctioned it.""Embassies exist to confront problems," replied the Injun with no show of concern."They'll find a way.""I don't know, sir," said Broussard doubtfully."It would be extremely difficult to convince the Blue Devils that we didn't at least have prior knowledge of the killing, and that implies either consent or approval." He- paused."After all, I drive an embassy vehicle, and as you pointed out before, it will stand out in a residential area.""So get an unmarked vehicle [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
