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Enforcers stayed where they were, weapons ready.
Veidt made a helpless shrug as he turned to his friends. "Those of us
who believe in freedom are doing our best to obtain your release," he said.
"Not likely to help much, is it?" Max asked bitterly. "We've already
been measured for slave headbands and restraining devices and cages. And
you're telling me the people who sold us out-your people-are gonna find the
backbone to help us now? Dream on."
Miriya shushed him. "If it hadn't been for the Haydonites, we four would
be dead right now."
Max lowered his head, speaking so they could barely hear him. "Maybe
that'd be preferable. Maybe we'd all be better off that way."
His face went deathly pale as he said it; everyone there was aware that
Miriya was pregnant.
Veidt regarded Max for a moment. "I trust you'll change your mind in
time." He came about, the hem of his robes swirling, and wafted out the door.
One Enforcer left, and the other two remained on guard by the door.
"Did you get to see Rem?" Jean asked Cabell.
"No. A great joke of the Regent's, promising to allow us to. What he
really meant is that we're all to be imprisoned along with him."
"What a sense of humor." Rick grunted. "I wonder if he does weddings and
funerals."
He was looking around at the alien lab equipment, speculating on what
among it would make the best improvised weapon-because he had no intention of
ending up in a cage. And surely the Invid jailers would be there to fit the
Sentinels with slave headbands any minute now; there wasn't much time to act.
All of a sudden Cabell started using common Terran English of a sort.
"We must ayk-may an eak-bray. Eidt-Vay will be ailing-way." Cabell said it as
though he were leading them in prayer, or giving them a quiet pep talk.
One of the Enforcers shifted, bringing its heavy rifle to bear. "Stop!
No communication in offworld tongues, or we'll bind and gag you all. Healer,
make the final checks that the Regent has ordered, then all of you stand ready
to be transferred to the laboratories of the omnipotent Regent!"
The Humans, meanwhile, had been absorbing what Cabell told them. Lisa
found a moment in which to chuckle at the irony. Apparently Cabell had learned
more than just science in his dealings with Lang, Dr. Penn and the rest, and
with the Human Sentinels.
 We've got fifty-skillion bucks worth of taxpayers' money in Robotech
paraphernalia, it occurred to Rick, and now the whole shebang's riding on one
old alien coot talking in pig latin! Somehow, it seemed appropriate.
It was like sending vital battle signals with a child's decoder ring
from a cereal box, but it seemed to have worked. And the remark about the
Regent's laboratories had everyone there determined to escape or die trying;
there were fates worse than death.
Even as the Enforcer guard was delivering his warning, Jean Grant
surreptitiously adjusted a control on the life-signs monitoring equipment.
Oscillators oscillated and alarms buzzed; lights flashed and electronic tones
made urgent warbles.
The Enforcer swung its barrel around. "What's this?"
Jean pretended to be studying the healing devices. "I think their
thalmic excrescences have formed a medullary fistula!" To her former patients