friends for many years, you and I. Faced many things together. But just as you have trouble sharing your pain over Angel, I have . . . feelings I find hard to share now.'
'Losing her hit you pretty hard, too, didn't it?'
The Kilrathi didn t speak for a long moment. 'I fear that humans . . . have rarely been my friends. She was one of the few. I . . . regret her passing. And what it may lead to.' He was watching Blair closely.
'If you're worried about me, don't,' Blair said. 'I had a long talk with myself the other day, after Flash's funeral. Somebody reminded me that I've got responsibilities I can't afford to let go of just because I'm hurting over her. So I won't do anything stupid.'
The Kilrathi gave a very human shrug. 'Your species is resilient,' he said. 'But. . . Colonel Devereaux's death may not be the worst thing we will see, before the end.'
'I know what you mean, buddy,' Blair told him. 'Look you get some rest. I think this whole mess has been about as rough on you as it's been on me.' He clapped Hobbes on the shoulder. 'If it helps any, I want you to know that I think she d be proud, knowing you thought of her as a friend.'
Before Ralgha could answer, the door buzzed, and Blair opened it. Rollins stood outside, with Cobra behind him. She gave Hobbes a disdainful look as he passed them, then followed Rollins into the office.
'What can I do for you two?' Blair asked, gesturing to the chairs by the desk and resuming his own seat.
'Colonel, we've been talking,' Cobra said. 'About Thrakhath's broadcast, before the battle at Delius.'
Blair frowned. 'What about it?'
'We're puzzled, Colonel,' Rollins said. 'The whole thing was pretty strange, by my way of thinking. All that effort to issue a challenge to you, and then . . . well, not much of a follow-up. I mean, he did his best to sucker you into a dogfight, but think of how poorly they handled the whole op. They gave us plenty of warning they were coming, and let us get all the way to the jump point before they put on much of an attack. Then that signal, and some bluster and threats. It doesn't add up.'
'Hmmm . . .' Blair nodded slowly. 'You're right. It's almost as if they wanted me, but they didn't care about the ship. If they'd come in with everything blazing while we were still at Delius station they could've had Victory for breakfast . . . and me with it. You think they wanted the ship to get away? Bad enough to let me go despite Thrakhath s challenge?'
'It could be, Colonel,' Rollins said.
'The question is, why?'
Cobra leaned forward in her seat. 'Colonel, there's something else that could be important here. I don't know what it was for sure, but there was something . . . familiar about that transmission.'
'What's that supposed to mean?'
She shrugged. 'I can't put it into words, sir. It wasn't anything I heard. . . or saw. I just had a sense of. . . something. Something familiar. It . . . it gave me a headache, when I was watching it.'
'Hobbes said something similar,' Blair mused. 'Rollins, can you shed any light on it?'
'Beats the hell out of me, Colonel,' the communications officer said. 'I want to run some checks on the recordings we made. That wasn't just an ordinary audio/video signal, you know. It was a broad-spectrum transmission that had damn near every channel blocked. At first I thought they were just trying to jam us so our comm system would crash. But it was like the whole attack. In the end, they just weren't trying very much. Otherwise they would've kept the jamming up during the battle. But I have to say this . . . if all they were trying to do was get you upset with their challenge and. . . all the rest. . . well, it was overkill. Pure and simple.'
Cobra bit her lip. 'Sir, I know we've had our differences, and I know what you told me about accusations. About wanting proof. . . and I don't have any. But I have to say this anyway, even if you're going to throw me in the brig over it. I think there could have been some kind of hidden signal in all that junk. To a Kilrathi agent.'
'You're talking about Hobbes, of course,' Blair said, frowning. 'Lieutenant . . .'
'I didn't say it was Hobbes, sir,' Cobra said. 'But we know the cats have agents in the Confederation.'
Rollins cleared his throat. 'Colonel, I think you should hear her out on this. It would explain a lot, if the cats had an agent aboard.'
'Like how they keep throwing us softballs in tight corners,' Buckley amplified. 'Letting us get away at Delius. Ariel, too, if you think about it. They could make jump points disappear, but the second one stayed open for us. And it wasn't defended, either.'
Blair looked from one to the other. 'It still isn't proof of anything except the fact that both of you have active imaginations,' he said at last. 'You know where I stand. I don't like having accusations leveled at Hobbes, and all you've really got here is a conspiracy theory.' He looked down at his desk. 'It's a very serious charge to make . . .'
'Hell, Colonel, I'm not saying it is Hobbes,' Cobra told him. 'I mean, he's a Kilrathi, and you know how I feel about him, but I know this doesn't prove anything.' She Laughed, a short, bitter, humorless sound. 'For all I know, Colonel, you're the Kilrathi spy. You love the cats . . . a cat, at least, and you were in command when things went sour at Locanda Four. All I'm saying is that it would explain some pretty strange shit. I think we have to consider it.'
'All right, Lieutenant. I'll consider it.' Blair leaned back in his chair. 'Suppose you two keep looking into the matter, and let me know if you find anything concrete we can use. And keep your suspicions to yourselves. Have you talked with anyone else?'
'No, sir. ' Rollins said. 'I was going to take it to the captain, but Cobra wanted to come to you first.'
'I didn't want you to think I was going behind your back with this thing, sir,' she amplified.
'Good. For now, let's keep the matter between us. That way nobody gets embarrassed by a lot of gossip. Nobody. You read me on this?'
'Yes, sir,' Rollins said.
Cobra met his look with a level stare. 'Aye, aye, Colonel,' she said.
'All right. Dismissed, then.'
They both started for the door, but Blair held up a hand. 'Mister Rollins. I have some reports for the captain. Stay a moment while I round them up, if you please.'
'Yes, sir,' he responded.
Blair waited until the door closed behind Cobra. He gave Rollins a long, hard look. 'Forgive me, Lieutenant, but I have to ask this. How much stock do you put in all this?'
'Sir? I think there's a lot to consider here.'
'How much of this is your idea?'
Rollins frowned. 'Well, Lieutenant Buckley came to me asking what I thought about the battle . . . about how the Kilrathi fought it, I mean. She made some good points . . .' He trailed off, frowning. 'But I had some suspicions about the signal content already, sir. She had nothing to do with any of that.' He hesitated. 'Just what are you trying to get at with all this, Colonel?'
Blair sat down heavily. 'Cobra makes a good case, give her that. And if I didn't have complete faith in Ralgha nar Hhallas I might be ready to go along with it. But she doesn't know how much we've been through together, Hobbes and I. And all her hate isn't going to make me change my mind about him now.'
'She admitted she wasn't pointing any fingers, sir.'
'True enough. But ever since I've been on board she's been running Ralgha down. She accused him of everything but mopery and dopery on the spaceways.' Blair paused, reluctant to go on, but Rollins was the only one he could talk to, under these circumstances. 'There's another possibility I can't help but think about, Lieutenant.'
'Sir?'
'Rumor is that Cobra was a Kilrathi slave for ten years. You hear any of that from your sources?'
'Er . . . no, sir. Not really. Some scuttlebutt in the rec room, maybe, but nothing solid.'
'I heard it from somebody I trust,' Blair told him. Rollins didn't need to know about Rachel Coriolis and her friend from the Hermes. 'The point is this: if I was in Kilrathi Intelligence, and wanted to plant spies in the Confederation, I don't think I'd use Kilrathi as agents. They'd have a tough time winning acceptance. I'd use humans, slaves who had grown up in a Kilrathi labor camp. The things they can do with personality overlays are pretty wild from what I've heard, and I'll bet you could make sure they got through debriefing so they were
