“Excuse me, I can tell when I’m not wanted,” she said tersely, and to Sullivan, “I’ll reschedule, Mayor, when you’re not being‑observed.”
She turned and started to march out of there on her high horse, only to be drawn up short because one of them had moved to block the exit. Nor was he little enough that she might have been able to push her way past him. He was her height, but with the physique of a nightclub bouncer, all brawn and happy to show it off. The price tag dangling from the lapel of his new suit was a bizarre touch, but not enough to detract from his seriously threatening demeanor.
And she heard behind her, “It is difficult to hide fear beneath other emotions. Most people cannot manage it. You fall into that group. Then the question becomes, What was said here to cause you fear?”
She swung back around. It was the same fellow she’d spoken to who had sensed her fear. The observer. He’d looked more important than the other three bored interlopers, which was why she’d addressed him. Jorran himself?
He was standing now, with that aura of command even more prominent, wrapped around him like a cloak. Tall, lean, with light blond hair and emerald green eyes, he held himself like royalty, was lacking only a crown to make the impression complete. But then the price tag hanging from his sleeve ruined the impression and threw her off again.
She noticed it as he crossed his arms. A brief, nervous glance at the other two men showed that their suits also sported them. Fashionable where they came from? Or was their country so backward that they simply didn’t know that if you left the store wearing new clothes you just bought, you were supposed to remove the evidence? And that they were all wearing brand‑new suits for this appearance made her wonder why they had felt it was necessary. To replace desert robes, perhaps?
She was doing it again, making assumptions, when she should just deal with known facts. Trouble was, there were so few of those. And such blatant ignorance of the modern world was making it easy for her to put her fear aside. How was she supposed to take this plot seriously when these people knew absolutely nothing about the country and politics they were trying to gain control of?
He was waiting for her answer. She kept it simple. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
A slight annoyance showed in his expression. “Of course you do. And you can own up to the truth, or I can have you arrested for attempting to assassinate Mr. Sullivan. He will, of course, swear that you did indeed try to kill him.”
He was bluffing. He had to be bluffing. Send her to prison, and that’s what that particular charge would do if the rods were used to support it, just because she wouldn’t answer his question?
Panic mixed with indignation had her demanding, “Are you listening to this, Mayor?”
Sullivan was frowning at her. “All I hear is you talking nonsense to yourself.”
That produced a sigh from Jorran, drawing her eyes back to him. “It is really too bad that he mentioned that. I was merely curious about what caused you to be suddenly afraid. Now we will have to detain you.”
So it had been a bluff. Of course he wouldn’t want to cause such a big to‑do, which would only draw more attention to himself. But detaining was just as bad in her book.
“And do not ask why he does not hear or see me, woman,” he added disdainfully as he sat back down. “Your curiosity is unimportant.”
That easily she was dismissed. And that was what made her angry. She was inconsequential, a nuisance to be brushed under the rug. She posed absolutely no threat to their carefully laid plans.
“Ask? I don’t need to ask,” she said with an equal amount of disdain. “I know exactly why he doesn’t hear or see you.”
Chapter Twenty‑four
BRITTANY COULD CLAIM THE DEVIL MADE HER SAY THAT, but It was a known fact that anger was its own worst enemy, and she was no exception to that rule. She should have kept her mouth shut. She should have pretended that she was just what she seemed to be, just another appointment on the mayor’s busy schedule. Now she had to admit that she knew more than they had counted on anyone knowing, and offer a reason for that without implicating Dalden.
He might be bigger than the lot of them, though the two bouncer types might cost him a bit more effort. He could still probably take them all down by normal means. But if all four of them were equipped with those rods, there’d be nothing normal about it. Dalden could be rendered harmless within seconds, and the only end to that would be Jorran wins, Dalden and company lose. So it was imperative that they not know he was in the building looking for them.
Jorran was standing up again, and there was no “slight” to his annoyance this time. A short, rotund fellow had also moved behind the mayor and was whispering in his ear. It looked like she had just been made invisible as well, since the mayor proceeded to ignore her as he started browsing through some papers on his desk.
“Explain yourself, woman,” brought her eyes back to the regallooking Jorran.
She decided on the most plausible lie out of the few options she had. “I’m a news reporter assigned to City Hall. It’s my job to ferret out anything of interest going on around here, and your crew and those sticks they’ve been waving around the last couple of days were most definitely interesting. I followed, I listened. A child could have put two and two together here, when your people haven’t exactly been trying to hide what they were doing.”
The last wasn’t exactly true either, but he didn’t address it, merely pointed out, “We have been following your town news. No mention of what you say has appeared in it, which means you lie.”
“No, that just means I haven’t finished writing the article yet.”
“Then you have told no one else of your findings?”
Dilemma time. Cover her own butt and claim others knew, put the fear of imminent discovery into them, or keep them from panicking so Dalden could do his thing and round them up? Actually, there was no dilemma, when Martha had mentioned that if they went into hiding, it would be impossible to find them again. No panic‑well, aside from her own.
So she took an accusatory tack, complaining, “You’re kidding, right? And get labeled as writing science fiction? I need more proof before I put my name to an article as unbelievable as this one is so far. I mean, what it seems those sticks of yours can do is just not possible. Maybe you’d care to explain what exactly it is they do do?”
“What is your conclusion?”
“I’m not paid to draw conclusions, merely to report what’s
newsworthy,” she said. “But it’s pretty obvious you want to be mayor.
“What is obvious is often proven irrelevant,” he replied, then nodded toward the mayor as he added, “He does not do much that impresses me. He decides no matters of great import. I am not sure now that I want his title. I am taking a few days to observe and decide.”
She almost laughed. The man wanted the mayor’s job when he had absolutely no idea what it entailed. Or was he trying to throw her off the track?
“The position of mayor can’t be encompassed in Just a few days,” she told him, “when the projects he undertakes can take months, even years to finish. A mayor’s greatness or failure is seen at the end of his term, in what he has accomplished during that term. It’s not a title, it’s a job. He works for the people, for the betterment of the town, not for the betterment of himself.”
A hand was waved to dismiss that reasoning. “The position will be what I make of it, not what the townspeople have come to expect. Not that it matters. This is merely a stepping‑stone to true rulership.
So much for the misleading theory. Sounded more like he was going into bragging mode now, which didn’t hold much hope for her being re eased when they were done talking. She might as well hear it all, then …
“Rulership, huh? Don’tcha mean leadership? But just out of curiosity, how did you think you could manage to jump into an elected position of prominence in this country when you’re not a citizen of it, or known to the populace?”
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sp; “I am known. The people in this building already think I am their mayor. He will make a speech today to the thing called media that he has been merely my puppet, that I have been making all decisions for him from the start.”
It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him that such a speech would cause outrage‑to say that the people had been duped-not have the desired effect he seemed to think it would give him.
But Just in case they couldn’t stop him before then, why give him warning that he’d be digging his own grave with that course of action?
So she said instead, “Aren’t you forgetting the other candidates running for the job?”
“If I decide to continue on this stepping path to the presidency, I will be the only candidate running for mayor during the thing you call election. The others will concede to the better man.”
“You plan to use those rods to force them to drop out at the last minute, don’t you?”
He smiled. It was such a confident, I‑can’t‑lose sort of smile. But that wasn’t what had her belly rolling with dread, it was the realization that the man could do exactly what he planned to do, and what he planned to do was much worse than she’d been told.
The presidency? He was out of his flipping mind, and yet those rods could get him there. Men could be told how to vote. The media could be given false information about him and make it nationally known. Women who might suspect what was going on and try to prevent it could be warned off by their bosses and men in their families, or railroaded into jail all as they had threatened to do to her.
There were countless ways they could get around any opposition, just with the touch of a hypnotic stick and a few whispered words. judges, other politicians, top law enforcement positions, hell, even the high brass in the military, all could be made puppets in Jorran’s camp.
“Why bother with small potatoes, why not go straight for the big seat?” she asked, trying to understand his reasoning. “Plastic surgery could make you look like the current president.” Hadn’t Dalden been worried that he had changed his appearance? “You could just take over that way‑”
“And assume his name?” was said indignantly. “Never. I share no glory. It is my name that will be revered, as it should be.”
She forced herself to remember he’d said “if” earlier, that he wasn’t fully committed on this path yet. There was nothing standing in his way from his point of view, since he didn’t know about Dalden and Martha yet. So what else was making him have second thoughts?
“You’ve gone to a lot of trouble here, to be undecided in the matter. Perhaps you’ve realized that it’s not going to work in the long run?”
The curious look he gave her wasn’t doubt; it was laced with amusement. “Why would it not?”
“Because you’re always going to have someone questioning who you are, where you came from. Everywhere you turn there will be reporters hounding you, demanding answers. You can fool a few people, but this country is comprised of millions, and every one of those millions is concerned with who leads them. And every time you open your mouth, you will generate even more questions.”
“How so?”
“Because your accent points out that you’re not one of us, so you have no business governing us. Now if you plan to have someone else do all the talking for you, you might get by for a while. But you strike me as a man who doesn’t want to take second place to anyone.”
He actually chuckled. “Your suppositions are based on what has been, not what will be. Do you understand that your governing foundation will be changed to my foundation? A king is not questioned. A king’s word is law.”
“And you would be king?” she said derisively.
I am already king. I merely require a new country to rule. My indecision is in regard to your particular country. I have more information about your world now. I must weigh immediate power of a lesser degree against a greater, true power that requires much time and effort. I lean toward great power, but I abhor being made to wait for it.”
Was he just hatched yesterday? How could he not know the different forms of government to be had, and that the one he’d picked was the least suited for what he had in mind?
She didn’t get a chance to ask. The rotund fellow who’d put the mayor into complete ignore‑mode said peevishly to Jorran, “You need waste no more time on this female, Eminence. I will see that she is disposed of.”
Jorran gave that a moment’s consideration before he replied, “No … no, I have enjoyed the discourse, Alrid, and wish to continue it later.”
“She knows too much‑”
“Get real,” Brittany interrupted, afraid she knew where that line of reasoning was going to go. “I could have screamed my head off already, and had the cavalry arriving to bash down the mayor’s door by now. But I’m a reporter, remember? I’d rather get an exclusive interview after the mayor makes his speech to the cameras. Everyone and their mother is going to want to know about the brains behind the puppet after that speech. Work with me, and I’ll give you the best news coverage you could ask for.”
“Why would you do this?” Jorran asked.
“Because it would be a huge boost to my career, which means more money for me. l´ve got a mortgage to pay, kids to feed.” Bah, she was laying it on too thick. “Look, the fact is, I was getting nowhere with the article I’d planned to write, so I’d just as soon forget about that one for the real story. Fact two, you’re going to need some good press coverage that you have some control over. The average reporter is going to write what they want to write about you, not what you want to be known.”
“And you would write what I want known?”
“Exactly‑for a price.”
Jorran threw back his head and laughed. “Greed. This I understand perfectly. I was beginning to wonder if your species was capable of corruption. My faith is restored. You will remain with us to our mutual benefit.”
He had bought it. She’d be put on the payroll. Amazing. She certainly wouldn’t have believed that hogwash she’d tossed his way. It had to be the greed part, right up his alley, something he was comfortable dealing with. Not that It mattered, when it was probably going to be her shortest job ever‑because she was fully expecting Dalden to take this guy out of commission before the mayor started spouting his rod‑induced lies.
Chapter Twenty‑five
WE’VE GOT PROBLEMS.” MARTHA’S VOICE CAME through the phazor combo‑unit a bit erratically.
“Your impaired speech?” Dalden said as they returned to the main lobby.
“Not just that. Something has moved into the area that is causing major interference that makes Transfer too dangerous to consider. Do you notice anything unusual?”
A quick glance around the central hall had Dalden saying, “Other than Brittany is not here?”
“Yes, other than that. Strange equipment? Electrical storms?”
“Your viewers are not working, either?”
“Only sporadically, which is unacceptable. Corth II is on his way with a few emergency essentials. He’ll be a few minutes getting here, since I had to set him down out of the range frequency
of that interference. It’s imperative that it be located and disabled, whatever it is.”
“It is more imperative that you tell me where Brittany is” Dalden countered.
A sigh. “She’s still in the mayor’s office.”
“Why?”
“Probably because Jorran is in there, too. Hold it right there! If you go barging in, she’s liable to get hurt. At the moment, she’s fine.
“I will not leave her in there, Martha.”
It was said so emphatically that only a fool would try to argue -or a computer. “She’s fine, kiddo, really she is. I’m not getting full conversations with this interference, but from the bits and pieces I am getting, it sounds like she’s got them believing that she’s Joined their camp and will be a benefit to them. Besides, he’s not going to hurt her when he finds her interesting.”
“I find the
se trees growing indoors interesting. That does not mean I would not cut them down.”
“I meant interested as in bedtime fun‑hold it right there! You don’t chop someone up for what they are thinking, and that’s as far as his interest has gone. She doesn’t know he finds her attractive. He’s the type who won’t reveal emotions to anyone if they could be perceived as a weakness that could be used against him.”
“You have had chains on me too long, Martha.”
“Dalden, sweetie,” she cajoled in syrupy tones. “We are almost done here. The end of this rising should see us on our way home. Don’t blow it now because you’re impatient to get your hands around his neck. If it sounds like she’s in the slightest trouble, you get the green light. But at the moment, we want him to think he’s got the upper hand, so he’ll leave here and you can then deal with him under less public scrutiny. Here, there are a good forty people or more who will jump to his defense.”
“He has that many with him?”
“No, but you keep forgetting what I told you about the people in this country. They are an aggressive lot. They will interfere Just because they can.”
“Not if I stun them all.”
Another sigh, much longer and riddled with static. “Tedra could pull that off, but you haven’t had any practice with that phazor combo‑unit. With calm, slow use and sightline up, you’d have no trouble with it, but probables say that in your rush to stun them all before they can get to you, you’ll end up missing one or two and risk the chance of the beam reflecting off something and Corning right back at you. But in case you haven’t realized it yet, Transfer isn’t the only thing currently being affected by that local interference. Your weapon is out of order as well.”
“Then what do you propose?”
“Let him get beyond the interference, or get rid of it first. And please keep in mind that you can’t kin Jorran, much as you might be currently relishing the thought, or we lose the leverage for a recall on all of the rods. So the original plan still holds: disable his shield so I can Transfer him to the ship, but do it in the least crowded place so you won’t be jumped by locals who think you’re accosting an innocent party. The advantage is still ours, since he still doesn’t suspect that we’re here. Ali, that’s better.” A sigh filled with relief, and minus any static.
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