A slum, you mean, Professor. Was he putting too much emphasis on this?
Tia decided to show that both she and her brawn were paying attention. 'I can see what could happen then, gentlemen,' she countered. 'Disease spreads very quickly in areas of that sort, and what might not be particularly dangerous for someone of means will kill the impoverished.'
And then we have a full-scale epidemic and a panic on our hands. But he had to know how she felt about this. He knew who she was. There weren't too many 'Hypatias' in the world, and he had been the immediate boss of Pota and Braddon's superior. He had to know the story. He was probably trading on it.
'Precisely, Hypatia,' said Sinor, in an eerie 'answer' to her own thoughts.
'I hope you aren't planning on using us as smuggler hunters,' Alex replied, slowly. 'I couldn't pass as High Family in a million years, so I couldn't be in on the purchasing end. And we aren't allowed to be armed. I know I don't want to take on the smuggling end without a locker full of artillery! In other words, gentlemen, 'we ain't stupid, we ain't expendable, and we ain't goin'.' But this was all sounding a little too pat, a little too contrived. If Sinor told them that they weren't expected to catch the smugglers themselves...
'No.' Sinor said soothingly, and a little too hastily. 'No, we have some teams in the Enforcement Division going at both ends. However, it is entirely possible that the source for these artifacts is someone, or rather, several someones, working on Exploration or Evaluation teams. Since the artifacts showed up in this sector first, it is logical to assume that they originate here.'
Too smooth. Too pat. This is just a story. But why?
'So you want us to keep our eyes peeled when we make our deliveries,' Alex filled in.
'You two are uniquely suited,' Professor Barton pointed out 'You both have backgrounds in archeology. Hypatia, you know how digs work, intimately. Once you know how to identify these artifacts, if you see even a hint of them, shards, perhaps, or broken bits of jewelry, you'll know what they are and where they came from.'
'We can do that,' Tia replied, carefully. 'We can be a little snoopy, I think, without arousing any suspicions.'
'Good. That was what we needed,' Professor Barton sounded very relieved. 'I suppose I don't need to add that there is a bonus in this for you.'
'I can live with a bonus,' Alex responded cheerfully.
The two VIPs signed off, and Alex turned immediately to Tla.
'Did that sound as phony to you as it did to me?' he demanded.
'Well, the objects they want are certainly real enough,' she replied, playing back her internal recording of the conversation and analyzing every word. 'But whether they really are artifacts is another question. There's definitely more going on than they're willing to tell us.'
Alex leaned back in his chair and put his hands behind his head. 'Are these things financing espionage or insurrection?' he hazarded. 'Or buying weapons?'
She stopped her recording; there was something about the artifact that bothered her. She enhanced the picture and threw it up on the screen.
'What's wrong with this?' she demanded. Alex leaned forward to have a look.
'Is that a hole bored in the base?' he said. 'Bored in, then patched over?'
'Could be.' She enhanced her picture again. 'Does it seem to you that the base is awfully thick?'
'Could be,' he replied. 'You know... we have only their word that these are 'alien artifacts'. What if they are nothing of the sort?'
'They wouldn't be worth much of anything then, unless...'
The answer came to her so quickly that it brought its own fireworks display with it. 'Got it!' she exclaimed, and quickly accessed the Institute library for a certain old news program.
She remembered this one from her own childhood; both for the fact that it had been an ingenious way to smuggle and because Pota had caught her watching it, realized what the story was about, and shut it off. But not before Tia had gotten the gist of it.
One of the Institute archeologists had been subverted by a major drug-smuggler who wanted a way to get his supply to Central. In another case where there were small digs on the same planets as colonies, the archeologist had himself become addicted to the mood altering drug called 'Paradise', and had made himself open
