Cobra Alliance

Committee.'

'I'm sure you would,' Jonny grated. 'You'll forgive me if I don't trust you to do the job right. Of course, you realize leaving me stranded here with vital information is likely to land you in very deep water very fast.'

'Oh, I wouldn't worry about that.' Wrey raised a finger and four men in Army uniforms detached themselves from various walls and stepped forward, halting in a loose box formation about Jonny. 'I wouldn't worry about yourself, either,' Wrey added. 'You're going to be well taken care of.'

Jonny glanced at the guards, his eyes slipping from the quietly alert faces to the collar insignia beneath. Interrorum, the Army's crack anti-espionage/anti-terrorist squad. 'What the hell is this?' he demanded.

'You'll be getting a first-class military ride to Asgard,' Wrey told him. 'After you've been checked for hypnotic and subliminal manipulation, of course.'

'What? Look, Wrey, unless basic citizen rights have been suspended recently—'

'You were alone with the Trofts for several hours, by your own admission,' Wrey interrupted harshly. 'Maybe they let us go because you'd been programmed for sabotage or assassination.'

Jonny felt his jaw drop. 'Of all the ridiculous—you can't make a charge like that stick for ten minutes.'

'Take it easy, Governor. I'm not trying to make anything 'stick'—I'm merely following established procedures. You'll be released in—what were those numbers? Three to five days minimum? It takes a three-quarters majority of the examiners to clear you, of course.'

Jonny ground his teeth. Wrey was really taking his pound of flesh. 'And suppose while I'm sitting around hooked to a biomedical sensor your news of the Troft hijacking starts a war that could have been prevented? Or didn't that occur to you?'

For just an instant Wrey's eyes lost some of their insolence. 'I don't think there's any danger of that. You'll get to Asgard in plenty of time.' He smiled slyly. 'Probably. All right, take him.'

For a long second Jonny was tempted. But the soldiers were undoubtedly backed up by plainclothesmen elsewhere, and there were lots of innocent civilians in the building who'd be caught in any crossfire. Exhaling through his teeth, he let them take him away.

The first part of this kind of testing, Jonny remembered from his Cobra lectures, was to establish a physiological baseline by giving the subject several hours of solitary while hidden sensors piled up data. A side effect, especially for those who didn't know the procedure, was to raise the subject's tension level as he contemplated the unknown future awaiting him.

For Jonny, the wasted hours ticking by were maddening.

A dozen times in the first hour he seriously considered breaking out and trying to commandeer a star ship, and each time it was the sheer number of uncertainties that finally stopped him. By the end of the second hour the first twinges of pain began to intrude on his planning. He called the guard, was politely but firmly told his medicine would be returned once it had been analyzed. Protests were of no avail, and as he settled back on his cot to wait, the simmering anger within him began to slowly change into fear. In a very short time he would lose the ability to function... and when that happened he truly would be at Wrey's mercy.

He'd been in the cell nearly three hours when a shadow passed across the observation window and his enhanced hearing picked up a quiet click from the direction of the door.

He turned his head to see, muscles tensing... but the door wasn't being opened. Instead, a small hemispherical dome near the floor beside it rotated open to reveal a tray of food.

At the observation window a guard's face appeared. 'Thanks,' Jonny said, easing from the cot and retrieving the meal. The old familiar Adirondack cooking, his nostrils told him as he carried the tray back and sat down.

'No problem.' The guard hesitated. 'Are you really one of the Cobras that saved Adirondack from the Trofts?'

Jonny paused, spoon halfway to his mouth. 'Yes,' he acknowledged. 'Are you a native?'

The guard nodded. 'Born and raised right here in Dannimor. Where were you stationed?'

'Over in Cranach.' The mesh in the window made the guard's face hard to see, but Jonny estimated his age in the low thirties. 'You were probably too young to remember the war much.'

'I remember enough. We had relatives in Paris when it was destroyed.' He pursed his lips at the memory. 'I had an uncle in Cranach then, too. Did you know a Rob Delano?'

'No.' Memories flooded back of the people he had known... and with the mental pictures came an idea. 'Tell me, just how isolated am I supposed to be?'

'What do you mean—visitors or something?'

'Or even phone calls. There are people probably still living nearby who I once thought I'd never see again. As long as I'm stuck here for a while maybe I can at least say hello to some of them.'

'Well... maybe later that'll be possible.'

'Can you at least get me a directory or something so I can find out who still lives in the area?' Jonny persisted. 'This dose of solitary isn't a punishment, after all—it's just part of the deep-psych test preparation. I ought to be allowed to have reading material in here.'

The guard frowned at that, but then shrugged. 'I'm not sure that really qualifies as reading material, but I'll check with the guard captain.'

'Be sure to remind him that I am a high Dominion official,' Jonny said softly.

'Yes, sir.' The guard disappeared.

Jonny returned his attention to his dinner, striving to keep his new spark of hope in check. What he could accomplish with a directory—or even with the hoped-for contact with his old allies—wasn't immediately clear, but at least it was somewhere to start. If nothing else, it might give him a feel for exactly how big an official cloud Wrey had put him under.