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claustrophobic confines of the Moonbase for long. The stranger was someone called Dee, rumored to be
English, and he was the man responsible for NewtonтАЩs heart attackтАФthough no one was quite sure how. This
Dee was certainly wealthy and obviously quite high up in NewtonтАЩs organisation, Minuteman Holdings,
because he had moved into NewtonтАЩs apartment and installed his own people, a red-haired beauty named
Kelly Edwards and a enormous, dark-skinned, bald bodyguard who went by the name of Morgan dтАЩWinter.
And Lee Vantis couldnтАЩt help but wonder how much this information would be worth on the open market. Or,
better idea still, how much Dee would pay to keep his name off the Omninet and out of the newsgroups.

Doctor John Dee read through the email twice, an overlong beautifully manicured fingernail following the words
on the screen, lips moving in synch with the letters. If he lived to be a hundred, he would never come to terms
with these too-regular letters shaped and placed behind glass. He grinned suddenly; actually he supposed he
had lived to be a hundredтАФin fact, more than five hundred years. Well, no matter how old he was, in his
opinion, a missive should be on vellum or, at the very least, on paper, and in a legible, nicely rounded hand.
He always maintained that it was possible to tell much of the character of a person from how they shaped
and wrought their letters. But thisтАФthis printing told nothing of the personтАЩs character, his state of mind, or
the purpose; though, in truth, he acknowledged, this was one of those occasions when he didnтАЩt need to
know more than the words on the screen. Blackmail was blackmail, no matter how it was written or phrased.
тАЬDoctor Dee, it is most urgent that we meet to discuss your relationship vis-├а-vis Royal Newton.тАЭ
Dee reached forward and touched the screen, and the email whispered out of the printer set into the desk.
Settling deep into the antique high-backed leather chair, the small man steepled his fingers before his face,
pressing the tips to his thin lips, and considered the wafer-thin sheet of transparent paper. How much did the
person know? And what did he want?
He looked at the header on the emailтАФLee Vantis. Real or assumed? Dee knew how difficult it was to
acquire a false name in this time and place, but he was also aware that his assistant, Kelly Edwards, had
prepared four different emails, names, and nationalities for himself for when he wished to send discrete
messages.
DeeтАЩs fingers moved across the console, accessing the Moonbase records, and moments later VantisтАЩs
description and biography appeared. So the man existed, with an address in a four-by-four cubicle in the
workersтАЩ quarters. Dee looked at the mail again; the headers certainly seemed to confirm that it had come
from this Vantis person. Dee wondered if he would be so stupid as to make a threat and use his real address.
Stupid or arrogant? Men could be dreadful fools through vanity as well as ignorance, he reminded himself.
On a whim he reached over and manually dialled VantisтАЩs cubicle number. All the equipment in the room was
voice-and presence-activated, but Kelly Edwards had not managed to completely remove Royal NewtonтАЩs
voice from the programsтАФwith the result that some of the commands executed erratically or disastrously,
and Doctor Dee was actually too short to activate some of the motion detectors which were set to NewtonтАЩs
height.
The call was answered on the second ring, the square panel rippling with liquid colour before showing
VantisтАЩs slightly distorted head and the hint of a filthy, chaotic cube behind him. Dee knew that Vantis would
not be able to see him in the screen; only the golden Minuteman Holdings symbol was revealed, revolving
sedately on a field of blue velvet. тАЬDid you just send me a message, Mr. Vantis?тАЭ Dee said without preamble,
the machine taking his flat, clipped accent and turning it into something female and liquid.
тАЬIs that you, Doctor Dee?тАЭ Vantis spoke with the nasal twang of those who had spent too long in the recycled
air of Moonbase.
тАЬI speak for Doctor Dee,тАЭ Dee said absently, one eye on the screen, while simultaneously watching another
monitor which had begun to scroll VantisтАЩs movements over the past months, his expenditures, and current
financial status. тАЬWhat do you want?тАЭ
тАЬIf that is you, Doctor DeeтАЭтАФVantis leaned close to the tiny monitor in his cubicle as if he could peer into it to
see the speaker beyondтАФтАЬthen I have a proposal for you.тАЭ
тАЬAnd what is that?тАЭ
Vantis grinned, showing perfect plastic teeth. тАЬIтАЩll not discuss it on an open channel. This is for a face-to-face