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again. We're in an extremely well hidden installation below the surface ice
of Ganymede. Looks like there's been a fair amount of fighting going on,
recently. I'm guessing this was some sort of hush-hush Psi Corps base you
guys just dusted."

"Yes. This is the other ledger."

"Sorry?"

The very corners of her lips lifted up, the threat of a smile. "I thought
you, of all people, would know what I was talking about. Back when people
kept financial records on paper, dishonest businessmen kept two sets of books
-- one with the actual transactions --"

"And one prettied up to cover the dirty dealings. I get you now. So this
place?"

"Among other things, it's an archive. The secret archive, the one only a few
people even in Psi Corps know about."

"How did you find out about it?"

"I ran across one of those select people. I ... persuaded him to tell me."

That tickled Garibaldi's spine. He knew all too well what telepaths could do
when they got inside your head. And Lyta was probably the most powerful
telepath alive.

"Not to worry, Michael," Lyta said softly, understanding either his
expression or registering his feelings. "After all, he was {/just/} another
telepath. I suspect you wouldn't mind if we all wiped each other out."

"That's not fair. You know I don't feel what way." Garibaldi shrugged.
"You're the one who wanted to have the civil conversation. You found
something you think I ought to know about?"

"Yes. Through here."

They cycled through an airlock, stepping into a room considerably colder
than the one they had just been in. Lyta took a Thermaskin parka from the
rack. "You might want this."

He took it and shrugged into it. "Why is the floor tilted?"

"When they built this base, they melted the surface ice and sank it. From
space, it looks like a meteor strike. Even to radar it might be just one of a
thousand metal bearing plumes from volcanic vents. The complex is built in
modules, each capable of being self-sustaining, and of floating, should the
ice melt again, say from a thermonuclear burst on the surface. When we got
here, the base commander had started a self-destruct sequence designed to