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But I've never met a telepath who didn't harbour some resentment --"

"How can you blame us? After 200 years of being used, oppressed, controlled
and murdered?"

"Thanks for making my point," Garibaldi riposted. "My way or the highway,
Lyta. It has to be this way."

She didn't hesitate long. Even if she wasn't scanning him, she certainly
understood him well enough to know he wasn't bluffing.

"Okay," she said. "When can we get started?"

***

The PPG hummed merrily as it charged. So did Garibaldi -- The Yellow Rose of
Texas, slightly off-key. He pressed the contact and grinned savagely as the
room flickered green. Still humming, he produced another holo of Bester,
pinned it next to the blackened one on the blast shield, and stepped back.

"How long are you going to keep that up?" Lyta asked from the doorway.

"Just savouring one of life's little pleasures," Garibaldi said. "The
ability to not only {/want/} to kill someone, but to actually be able to do
it."

"I think I've created a monster."

"Nope. You just it off the leash. The prize in the category of monster-maker
goes to ..." he aimed and fired. Bester's evil grin vanished in a flash of
superheated helium. Garibaldi blew an imaginary puff of smoke from the
business end of the PPG and holstered it. "Two days ago I couldn't do that. I
couldn't even shoot his damn picture. Thanks, Lyta."

"Don't mention it. I just thought you'd like to know we're jumping in about
an hour."

"Yeah? In that case, grateful as I am, shouldn't we have another little
conversation? I mean, it was Bester who used to pull that 'need to know'
crap."

She nodded reluctantly. "Will this just be between me and you?"

"I'm ever the soul of discretion."

"Right." She folded her arms, then went over to stare out at the stars
through the viewport.

"Do you think...?" she trailed off.