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other guards trying to work out what exactly had happened. The evidence of the
bodies would have them considering the security team had entered recklessly
and were attacked. Not that they had an intruder.
She couldn't help smiling at that. Mac had only concentrated on the problem of
the safe room itself and not thought of the more serious problem of getting
out unobserved. No doubt surmising this would be the easy part. He was still
thinking that more than Blanks couldn't see her without eye contact. If they
were looking for a Psionic then she had provided them with a couple
possibilities. A possible pyro-aggie moving around the building. With no
evidence on camera, they might well believe there was a Stealth here instead.
Her Clan secret had also to be kept. Kat stifled a laugh as she realised there
was an even easier way to get out than the way she came in.
The elevator came to a halt and as the guards left. Cameras would be examining
corridors and rooms throughout the local area then building. It would be
difficult, but not impossible, to set up any more fires now. Judging by the
cables on top of the elevator, there was also a camera in the lift itself. The
Fey resigned herself to waiting. Whoever was in charge would realise that
there was too many people on the floor and send them back.
Maybe they didn't really know. Just following orders from those who knew about
Psionics. From what
Lancier had once told her that wouldn't be the first time that human troops
had been used as potential cannonfodder. The number of people who knew about
Psionics kept it restricted than blagged to all and sundry.
Her innate sense of time indicated just over an hour had passed since she had
left McKensie. There was plenty of time before Mac would really worry if she
was in difficulty. He had really been concerned at lunch. No doubt because the
chances of being seen were greater in daylight. Like all Baselines, they
failed to realise most people didn't gooseneck towards the rooftops. They were
also less likely to believe their eyes if they looked out windows if she
didn't hang around. It was also more prudent to wait than to rush out like any
gorgio bandit anxious to get away. She had the prize in her vest. It would
have been foolish to lose it in a mad hurry to leave.
This assignment felt really good for a change. Caruthers had been a bitch
ordering her confinements. She had really enjoyed herself today. Mac wasn't as
confused about her as she feared. He was even bothering to learn Romany
customs. A bit slow on the language but that wasn't totally a disadvantage
yet.
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Without the attack, he would have probably mastered more. Very intelligent.
Head in books a lot but quick to adjust his ways to hers.
She was falling in love with him. The Fey wasn't sure about his motives when
Mac began trailing her at night. Blanks, by the definition of their job, tend
to snoop rather than ark direct questions. It was her heart that jumped when
her mates had thumped him that was the deciding factor. Baselines and Blank
males were more fragile emotionally than physically. Until then, he had been
communicative but distancing himself. Probably thought she had a fiery temper!
Like a lot people, still not sure what to make of the Fey except for what she
was. Unlike Caruthers, he had stopped thinking of her as a wild animal but a
unique person. Would he fall in love without the pheromone controlling him?
Her friends thought they were protecting her? Fhuh! Secrecy had its limits.
They were lucky she hadn't attacked them. That would really have got her in
trouble with the Stable. More than letting Mac get mugged. Civilians were
definitely off-limits. Would he want the alternative? Would he stay with her?
Mac had also hinted that he was to move onto another job shortly, meaning
another Psionic problem.
That, she decided, shouldn't happen. Part of her obligation to her people was
bringing new blood into the
Clan. If it could be brought in out of love...There weren't any Blanks, as far
as she knew, in her
Grandfather's day. Mac had balls. He was humorous in his own way. Very
reassigned to what he had to do but had some character lurking in that
personality. She was sure Mac was falling in love with her, despite what he
said. He had to stay with her. She wanted him to stay. The elevator moved. It
was time for action.
Only quarter of an hour had passed. They would now be part of the various
groups searching the building. As long as she stayed in the elevator or
ventilation shafts there was little fear that any camera would spot her. The
question was really where the occupants of this particular lift were going.
The choices were easily counted. Go back where they came from. Investigate any
of the floors where she had set off the sprinkler systems. Check the basement
entrances. There was enough to keep them busy. Did they think there was an
intruder now? Would they figure that she was still in the building?
To suddenly disappear without setting up some sort of false trail would be
very suspicious, especially when the safe was opened. Safe contents don't just
disappear. In the Baseline naive world, there were no
Psionics. The belief was spread that they didn't exist. A bengui trick. Faked
by a lot of people with very minor talents who thought they were the real
thing. Who then would believe in the real thing? It was an acknowledged
mythology, very much the same way the Oberon Clan had concealed themselves
through various half-truths over the centuries. Psionics was very much a minor [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]