Chapter 6
There was a swish of silks in the entrance.
“He’s taking me back to Callo, I needed to travel at short notice, I hope that’s not going to be a problem.” She had changed into one of Myra’s dresses, one of the more respectable ones fortunately, and let her hair down, it made her look a lot older. And her voice sounded different, very assured.
“This is the amended clearance,” she handed him a small disc.
He put the disc in his scanner, and his mood changed on sight of the readout, “Thank you Senator, that’s all in order, we are looking for a dangerous fugitive, we believe they are headed off world.”
Both agents saluted the gyrl and then they turned back to me, still suspicious. “Why did you tell customs you were on the way to Tauro?”
“I was trying to avoid a complicated explanation, officer,” I grovelled, thinking that they had me there, when she broke into the conversation, with an air of command.
“That was my idea, officer, I apologise for the confusion, but the Captain was doing what I had told him. The fewer people that know I’m here the better.” I didn’t know if that was a good idea or not, she might be digging herself a hole. She had some guts, I’d give her that.
There was a brief silence; the agents looked at each other, then at her. She carried on, “Well, officer, you can see that it’s not us. Now, is there anything else?”
“No Ma’am, err Senator, have a good trip, and sorry to have bothered you.” With a nod to me, they saluted her again, then turned and went back to their ship. Twenty seconds later, they were detached and heading away.
“Well,” she said; “let’s get on with it then.” But I had had enough.
“Not one inch more until I know what’s going on, who you are and what’s so important about the bag. And you can drop the phony posh bitch attitude with me as well.”
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