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and its astonished driver gazed down at Trask where he alight with elation. He grabbed Trask's arm, husked, 'Ben тАФ
kneeled half-on, half-off the road. Then the car swept on by he's done it! Nathan's done it!'
and people came running, questioning. Someone asked if 'Done it?' Trask found it hard to gather his thoughts,
Trask had been hit. He shook his head, got to his feet and concentrate his mind. Goodly was wet, splotched; he smelled of
staggered again. A young couple grabbed him, held him sea-water just like the entire corridor smelled of it. His
upright, and the girl asked, 'Are you all right?' trousers were drenched from the knees down and clung to his
Numb, he nodded. He was all right, yes. But Zek -? thin calves. And now David Chung, Branch locator, had
It was mid-May 2006, and under the hot sun Trask was arrived on the scene; he, too, was soaked from head to toe,
cold. Sweat rivered his face and stuck his shirt to his back, yet and grinning like an oriental lunatic.
he was cold. Cold in his mind, from the feel and the taste of 'Done what?' Trask demanded, looking from one to the
the deep salt water, but far colder from the memory of Zek's other. 'What has Nathan done? And, anyway, he's somewhere
telepathic voice, crying there and dying there, in his mind. in the Ionian with ... with Zek.' And finally losing it: 'Why
Cold from the sudden emptiness of . . . everything. 'Zek!' doesn't someone tell me what the fuck - is going -on - here!?'
He shook the young couple off, shouldered people aside, They were in the Greek Islands, Ben,' Goodly suddenly saw
started to walk along the pavement and ended up running, and how close Trask was to shock. But he also knew how difficult
ran sweating and shivering down the sidestreet to the back of it would be to shock a man who always knew the truth, a
the hotel whose top floor housed E-Branch HQ. He found the human lie-detector like the current Head of E-Branch. And,
private door; after the sunlight it was like night in there; there looking at him, Goodly thought to himself, he's improved,
was only the darkness until he used his pass-card to enter the hardened with age and time. Oh, Ben has soft, human edges,
elevator with its electric ceiling light. And even then it was too, but the man inside - the mind, soul and personality, the id
dark; but that was in his mind, and he тАФ is diamond-hard.
 Trask was about five-ten, just a pound or two overweight, . . . I thought half of the Mediterranean was coming through
mousey-haired and green-eyed. His broad shoulders sloped with them!'
just a little, his arms dangled somewhat and his expression Trask grabbed him, said, 'But how did it happen? Don't we
was - what, lugubrious? Or maybe that was a direct result of know anything about it? Christ, I take an hour off for lunch,
his talent; for, in a world where the simple truth was everything goes mad!'
increasingly hard to come by, it was no easy thing to possess a 'Nathan said a few words before we put him under,' Chung
mind which could not accept a lie. This was an election year, answered. 'But we had to put them out of it for a while. They
and Trask's current gripe was with politicians. Watching were exhausted and in shock - especially Zek -and it might
party-political broadcasts, he would frequently burst out: 'The easily have developed into something worse.'
trouble with these people is that they never lie! But they never 'So what exactly did Nathan say?' Trask headed for the Ops
tell the truth, either!' room with the others in tow.
And now he was staring hard at Goodly, asking, 'What was 'It seems it was a party of Tzonov's thugs,' Goodly took up
that you said? They were in the Ionian? What the hell do you the story. 'Nathan's Special Branch minders were taken by
mean?' surprise - and murdered! Nathan and Zek ran for it, into the
Goodly knew there was only one way to tell it, and so sea. More of Tzonov's people were waiting for them; they had
answered, They were there, yes, Ben. But just a few minutes wetsuits and spearguns and were already in the water; for all
ago, Nathan brought them back!' we know at this stage, the entire operation was launched from
Trask's jaw fell open. Not without an effort, he closed it the sea. But when the chips were down and there was no other
and said, 'He brought them тАФ?' way out, Nathan did his thing. Except. .. there was probably a
'тАФ Brought them back here, yes,' Goodly nodded. 'Through lot more to it than that.'
the Mo'bius Continuum.' 'Oh?' Trask glanced at him, and pressed on into the Ops
And now Trask's jaw dropped open all the way, so that room, where a small knot of espers was gathered around a pair
once again he must close it before gasping, The ... of six-foot tables.
Continuum?' At which the truth finally dawned on him; if not Goodly followed on behind, nodding. There had been some
in regard to Nathan, certainly in respect of Zek. The fact that pretty weird stuff going on here. Stuff that told us these two
she was alive! He'd known it was the truth, of course, even as were in trouble.' He gave a shrug. 'So we did what we could
Goodly said the words, but it seemed so far beyond his for them.' Goodly was wont to understate things: his British
wildest hopes and dreams that even Trask had held back from phlegmatism. But the precog's 'pretty weird stuff statement
letting it register. Just a moment ago he'd known that Zek told Trask a lot: namely, that there was still a lot he hadn't