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people over to mop up. It'll be like you were
never even here."

"They're going to need HazMat gear."

"People always need HazMat gear when they clean up after you. It's one of the
constants of life." His eyes glistened with suppressed merriment. He reversed the
skimmer out of its slot, then eased it forward. "Is there anyone you want to message
before we leave? Anyone you need to notify?"

"No," Jani said. That was the advantage with avoiding namesтАФit always made
bugging out easier. She reached beneath Evan's seat for the thermoflask. "I didn't
watch the entire welcome program. Were
you the only minister Cao took exception to?"

Evan steered the skimmer into a wide, banking turn. ' 'No, there were more. Gisela
Detmers-Neumann, the Communications Minister. Fitzhugh and Ebben, the deputies
from Commerce. Unser from Education."

Coffee sloshed into Jani's lap, running down her weatherall and spilling to the
skimmer floor. ' 'Why them?'' she asked.

Evan looked at her, then at the beading puddle on the carpet. "Now, Jani, you of all
people should
know the answer to that." He reached into the glove box, pulled out a dispo, and
handed it to her.
"Don't get too nervous. This visit doesn't have to be all business. Who knows, you
might run into
Tsecha. You were his pet at the Academy. I'm sure he'd enjoy seeing you again."

"At this point," Jani said as she dabbed at the spilled coffee, "I think any running I'd
do with regard
to him would be in the opposite direction."

The faint glow of the shuttle pad glimmered in the distance. Evan pressed the
accelerator. "By the way," he asked, "who was that old Service officer? You always
used to mention him in Rauta Sheraa, too."

"Wasn't a 'him.' Was a 'her.' " Jani sighed. "It was me."



CHAPTER 3

Amsun Primary's VIP wing exuded the chilly luxury of a Family mausoleum. Jam
hitched her duffel,
eyed the sculptures lining the station's carpeted gangway, and kept pace a few
meters behind Evan, who was busy dictating orders to a quartet of Amsun annex
staffers. Each underling took their position at his shoulder, then backed off and let
another take their place, just like lead changes during skimbike races.