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that's beside the point now. We must be on our way."
She had bent to pick up her own weapons and equipment. "And we must
hurry. The others are in danger, up above in Glike, and we have to get to them
at once."
"Huh? Hey!" Jack trotted after to catch up, as Jan started for a nearby
column of instrumentality. The others fell in behind, Gnea and Bela in
particular making sure the Invid kept up and got into no mischief.
The column was the circumference of a spaceport control tower,
stretching from the floor to the ceiling. As Jan approached it, a section of
flickering indicators slid aside, revealing a small compartment.
Jan turned on her companions, silencing their objections, demands, and
threats. "Listen: I'll answer any question you want, explain everything I can,
on the journey. Only, we must start now, and this is the first step on the
road to Glike."
Jack blew his breath out, cheeks bulging like a bugler's. "If I survive,
I'm never volunteering for anything again. Okay; let's march."
The place wasn't too cramped; they had about as much room as in a
half-filled elevator. None of them was particularly surprised when the
compartment closed up again and there was a feeling of movement, straight up.
"First question," Jack said tiredly. "D'they have rest rooms on this
flight?"
"You should've thought of that before we left." Janice Em grinned back
at him.

The medics had injected her with something calculated to speed along her
sobering-making her neurotransmitters block the acute depressant effects and
raising her P3 waves. But Minmei was still writhing between a pair of Ghost
Rider security people as she was dragged before Edwards in his office on the
top floor of Base Tirol HQ on Fantoma.
She had tried to bite, scratch, and kick, but the REF people were used
to hand-to-hand combat, and even though they were under orders not to
retaliate, they had kept her from inflicting any significant damage.
Exhausted, she was pushed forcefully into a chair and kept seated.
Her face was smudged with dirt and tears. Through a sort of blur, she
saw a figure move and heard Edwards's voice. "Wait outside," he told his
troops.
She heard the brittle fury in his voice and became truly afraid for the
first time. She had seen his moods before, knew he was capable of anything
when he was like this-even of murdering her on the spot.
She wiped her eyes and tried to stop crying. Edwards was standing behind
his desk, hands clasped at the small of his back.
"Who was the pilot who helped you escape?"
"Go to hell," she choked.
He walked unhurriedly from behind the desk. "Where did you think you
were going?"
"God damn you!"
He moved with stunning speed, grabbing a fistful of her hair and winding
it painfully, making her cry out, holding her in her seat with his other hand.
"Do you really think you can ever be free of me, Minmei? I never yield
anything that's mine; you should know that by now." His voice was very soft,