That made a lot of things she was thinking fall into place. Click. She walked along with her hands in her pockets and said: "And if you don"t know all those things, it"s more than getting caught; it"s not knowing what one to grab next. There"s things that run all over Reseune, there"s what his partners are going to do, there"s who"s friends and who"s not, and who"s going to take Hold of things, and we can"t do that. "

"I don"t know, " Florian said. "You"d have to know those things, sera, we wouldn"t. I know we could Get one, maybe two, if we split up, or if we could get the targets together. That"s the main ones. But it"s not near all the ones that would be after us. "

They reached the fishpond. Ari knelt down at the edge of the water and took the bag of fish-food out of her pocket. Catlin and Florian squatted beside her. "Here, " she said, pa.s.sing them the bag to get their own, and then tossed a bit into the water for the white one that came up, from under the lilies. White-and-red was almost as fast. She watched the rings go out from the food, and from the strike, and the lilies swaying. "He"s not easy, " she said finally. We can"t Get everything. There are too many hook-ups. Connections. He"s important; he"s got a lot of people, not just in Reseune, and what he"s got- Security, for one thing. I don"t know what else. So even if he was gone-" It was strange and upsetting to be talking about killing somebody. It didn"t feel real. But it was. Florian and Catlin really could do it. She was not sure that made her feel safer, but it made her feel less like things were closing in on her. "-We"d still be in trouble.

"Also, " she said, "they could Get my maman and Ollie. For real. " They didn"t understand that part, she thought, because they had never had a maman, but they looked at her like they took it very seriously. "I"m afraid they could have. They"re at Fargone. I sent letters. They should have got there by now. Now I"m not sure-" Dammit, she was going to snivel. She saw Florian and Catlin look at her all distressed. "-I"m not sure, " she said in a rush, hard and mad, "they ever got sent. "

They didn"t understand, for sure. She tried to think of what she had left out they had to know.

"If there is an Enemy, " she said, "I don"t know what they want. Sometimes I thought maman left me here because it was too dangerous to go with her. Sometimes I thought she left me here because they made her. But I don"t know why, and I don"t know why she didn"t tell me. "

The azi didn"t say anything for a minute. Then Florian said: "I don"t think I"d try to say. I don"t think Catlin can. It"s CIT. I don"t understand CITs. "

"CITs have connections, " she said. It was like telling them how to Work someone. She felt uneasy telling them. She explained, making a hook out of two fingers to hook together. "To other CITs. Like you to Catlin and Catlin to you and both of you to me. Sometimes not real strong. Sometimes real, real strong. That"s the first thing. CITs do things for for each other, sometimes because it feels good, sometimes because they"re Working each other. And sometimes they do things to Get each other. A lot of times it"s to protect themselves, sometimes their connections: connections are a lot more in danger, sometimes, if you don"t let your Enemy be sure where each other, sometimes because it feels good, sometimes because they"re Working each other. And sometimes they do things to Get each other. A lot of times it"s to protect themselves, sometimes their connections: connections are a lot more in danger, sometimes, if you don"t let your Enemy be sure where your your connections are, and whether some of them are to people he"s connected to. Like building-sticks. " connections are, and whether some of them are to people he"s connected to. Like building-sticks. "

Wide, attentive stares. Anxious stares. Even from Catlin.

"So you can Work somebody to make them do something if you want to, if you tell him you"ll hurt him or hurt somebody he"s connected to. Like if somebody was going to hurt me, you"d react. " While she was saying it she thought: So it"s maman they must want something out of, because maman"s important. If that"s true she"s all right. They"re Working her with me. So it"s maman they must want something out of, because maman"s important. If that"s true she"s all right. They"re Working her with me.

It couldn"t be the other way. They haven"t told me they"d hurt maman.

Could that be?

But they"re Olders, like Florian says, and they always know more and they don"t tell you everything you need.

"That"s one way to Work people, " she said. "There"s others. Like finding out what they want and almost doing it and then not, if they don"t make you happy. But maman wouldn"t leave me just for something she wanted. "

Would she?

Is there anything she would want more than me?

Ollie?

"There"s ways to Get someone that way, " she said, "instead of just Working them. You get them to get in trouble. It"s not real hard. Except you have to know-"

What can get Giraud in trouble?

What could I get instead if I could Work him like that?

"-you have to know the same things: who are they, how many are there, what have they got? It"s the same thing. But you can find out by Working them a little little and then watching what they do. " and then watching what they do. "

Their eyes never left her. They were learning, that was what, they were paying attention the way azi could, and they would never ask questions until she was done.

"Me, " she said, thinking carefully about how much she was giving away, "I don"t give anybody anything I don"t have to. They take Nelly in and they ask her stuff and she"ll tell them right off. I can"t Work that. I wish I could. But if they try to take you, I"ll Work them good. It"s easier. Uncle Denys said you"re mine. So if Security tells you to go to hospital, you go right to me first. That"s an order. All right?"

"Yes, sera. " One movement, one nod at the same time.

"But, " Florian said, "we"re not like Nelly. n.o.body but you can give us orders. They"d have to go to you first and you have to tell us. That"s the Rule, because otherwise we"re supposed to Get them. "

She had not known that. She had never even suspected that. It made her feel a lot better in one way, and feel threatened in another. Like everything had always been a lot more serious than she had thought. And they had always known. "If you come to me, I"ll tell them no. But they"re stronger than you are. "

"That"s so, " Catlin said. "But that"s the Rule. And they know it. n.o.body else"s orders. "

She drew a long breath. "Even if uncle Denys is a Super. "

"Not for us, " Catlin said. "You told us mind him. And Nelly. We"ll do that. But if it"s any big thing we come to you. "

"You come to me first after this, if it"s anything more than a "pick that up. " You don"t go anywhere they tell you and you don"t go with anybody they tell you, until after you tell me. "

"Good. If you tell us that, that"s the Rule. "

"You be sneaky about it. Don"t fight. Just get away. "

"That"s smart. That"s real good, sera. "

"And you don"t ever, ever tell on me, no matter who asks. You lie if you have to. You be real smooth and then you come and tell me what they asked. "

"Yes, sera. " Both of them nodded, definitely.

"Then I"ll tell you a big secret. I never tell anybody everything. Like on my exam this morning. I could have put down more. But I won"t. You don"t let anybody but me know what you really know. "

"Is that a Rule?"

"That"s a big Rule. There"s a boy named Sam: I used to play with him. He"s the one that gave me the bug. He"s not real smart, but everybody likes Sam-and I figured out it"s easier to be be Sam most of the time. That way I can get a lot of people to be nicer: that way even stupid people can understand everything I need them to if I"m going to Work them. But they can"t know you"re not like that, you can"t let them find out from anybody. So you do it all the time. I learned that from Sam and uncle Denys. He does it. He"s smart, he always uses little words, and he"s real good at getting points on people. That"s one thing you do. You don"t want them to know you"re doing it unless that"s part of the Working. And we don"t. So here"s what we do. We start being real nice to Giraud. But not right off. The first thing we do is shake him up. Then we let him yell, then we act like he yelled too much, then we get him to do something nice to make up for it. Then he won"t be surprised when we start being nice, because he thinks he"s Working Sam most of the time. That way I can get a lot of people to be nicer: that way even stupid people can understand everything I need them to if I"m going to Work them. But they can"t know you"re not like that, you can"t let them find out from anybody. So you do it all the time. I learned that from Sam and uncle Denys. He does it. He"s smart, he always uses little words, and he"s real good at getting points on people. That"s one thing you do. You don"t want them to know you"re doing it unless that"s part of the Working. And we don"t. So here"s what we do. We start being real nice to Giraud. But not right off. The first thing we do is shake him up. Then we let him yell, then we act like he yelled too much, then we get him to do something nice to make up for it. Then he won"t be surprised when we start being nice, because he thinks he"s Working us. us. That"s how you Work an Older. " That"s how you Work an Older. "

"That"s sneaky, " Catlin said, and actually grinned.

"I"ll tell you another secret. I"ve been counting What"s Unusuals. It"s Unusual that people Disappear. It"s Unusual that maman didn"t tell me she was going or even say goodbye. It"s Unusual Nelly goes to the hospital all the time. It"s Unusual a CIT kid has two azi to Super. It"s Unusual I have to get my blood tested every few days. It"s Unusual I go to adult parties and other kids don"t. It"s Unusual I"m so smart. It"s Unusual you"re on a job when you"re still kids. I"m still counting the Unusuals. I think there"s a lot of them. A whole lot. I want you to think and tell me all the ones you know. And tell what you can do to find out stuff without getting caught. "

vi The plane touched and braked and rolled toward the terminal, and Grant gave a sigh of profoundest relief, watching it from the windows.

There was still a lot to wait through: there was a Decon procedure for anything coming in from the other hemisphere, not just the pa.s.sengers having to go through Decontamination, but the luggage had to be treated and searched, and the plane itself had to be hosed down and fumigated.

That was starting when Grant left the windows and walked over to the Decon section and stationed himself outside the white doors, hands locked between his knees, flexing and clenching-nervous tic, that. You have a lot of tension, a Supervisor would tell him, who saw it.

A Supervisor could say that about any CIT anytime, Grant reckoned. Flux-thinking bred it. Azi-mindset said: there"s not enough data to solve the problem, and the sane and sensible azi filed it and blanked out to rest or worked on another problem. A CIT threw himself at a data-insufficient problem over and over, exploring the flux in his perceptions and shades of value in his opinions, and touching off his endocrine system, which in turn brought up his flux-capable learning-which hyped the integrative processes in the flux. He was doing too much of it lately for his liking. He hated the stress level CITs lived at.

And here he was sitting here worrying about four and five problems at once, simply because he had become an adrenaline addict.

The white doors opened. Part of the crew came out. They ignored him and walked on down the hall.

Then the doors opened again, and Justin came through. Grant got up, caught the relief and the delight in Justin"s expression and went and hugged him because Justin offered him open arms.

"Are you all right?" Grant asked.

"I"m fine. Jordan"s fine. " Justin pulled him out of the way of more people coming out the doors, and walked with him behind them. "Got to pick up my briefcase and my bag, " he said, and they walked to Baggage, where it was waiting, fogged, irradiated, and, Grant reckoned, searched and scanned, case and light travel bag alike.

"I"ll carry them, " Grant said.

"I"ve got them. " Justin gathered everything up and they walked to the doors, to the waiting bus that would take them up to the House.

"Was it a good trip?" Grant said, when they were where no eavesdropper could likely pick it up, going out the doors into the dark.

"It was, " Justin said, and gave the bags to the azi baggage handler.

Security was in the bus, ordinary pa.s.sengers like themselves, from this point. They sat down, last aboard. The driver shut the doors and Justin slumped in the seat as the bus pulled out of the lighted portico of the terminal and headed up toward the house.

"I got to talk to Jordan. We stayed up all night. Just talking. We both wished you were there. "

"So do I. "

"It"s a lot better there than I thought it was. A lot worse in some ways and a lot better. There"s a good staff. Really fine people. He"s getting along a lot better than I thought he would. And Paul is fine. Both of them. " Justin was a little hoa.r.s.e. Exhausted. He leaned his head on the seat-back and said: "He"s going to look at my projects. He says at least there"s something there that the computers aren"t handling. That he"s interested and he"s not just saying that to get me there. There"s a good chance I can go back before the year"s out. Maybe you too. Or you instead. He"d really like to see you. "

"I"m glad, " Grant said.

There was not much they could say, in detail. He was was glad. Glad when they pulled up in the portico of the House, checked in through the front door, and Justin doggedly, stubbornly, insisted to carry his own baggage, tired as he was. glad. Glad when they pulled up in the portico of the House, checked in through the front door, and Justin doggedly, stubbornly, insisted to carry his own baggage, tired as he was.

"You don"t carry my bags, " Justin snapped at him, hoa.r.s.ely.

Because Justin hated him playing servant in public, even when he was trying to do him an ordinary favor.

But Justin let him take them and put them over against the wall when they were inside, in their own apartment, and Justin took his coat off and fell onto the couch with a sigh. "It was good, " he said. "All the way. It"s hard to believe I was there. Or that I"m back. It"s so d.a.m.ned different. "

"Whiskey?"

"A little one. I slept on the plane. I"m out, already. "

Grant smiled at him, Justin half-nodding with time-lag. He went and fixed the whiskey, never mind now that he was playing servant. He made two of them.

"How"s it been here?" Justin asked, and there was a small upset at Grant"s stomach.

"Fine, " he said. "Just fine. " The upset was more when he brought the drink and gave it into Justin"s hand.

Justin took it. His hand shook when he drank a sip of it, and Justin looked up at him with the most terrible, weary look. And smiled with the same expression as he lifted the gla.s.s in a wry toast. There was no way for either of them to know, of course, whether the other had been tampered with.

But that was all right: there was nothing either of them could do about it, if Security had done anything. There was nothing, Grant thought, worth the fight for either of them if that was the case.

Grant lifted his gla.s.s the same way, and drank.

Then he went to the bedroom and pulled a note out from under Justin"s pillow. He brought it back to him.

If I"m showing this to you, it said, it said, I"m in my right mind. If I didn"t, and you just found it, I"m not. Be warned. I"m in my right mind. If I didn"t, and you just found it, I"m not. Be warned.

Justin looked at him in frightened surmise. And then in earnest question.

Grant smiled at him, wadded up the note, and sat down to drink his whiskey.

vii It wasn"t hard at all to get out the kitchen way. They didn"t go together. Catlin and Florian went first because they were Security and the kitchen staff wouldn"t know they shouldn"t: Security went everywhere.

Then Ari went in. She Worked her way through, made herself a pest to the azi who was mixing up batter, and got a taste, then went over to the azi chopping up onions and said it made her cry. So she went out onto the kitchen steps and dived right off and down, and ran fast to get down the hill, where the hump was Florian and Catlin told her about.

She slid down on her back and rolled over and grinned as they looked at her, lying on their stomachs too.

"Come on, " Catlin said then. She was being Team Leader. She was the best at sneaking.

So they followed her, slithered down to the back of the pump building where she stripped off her blouse and her pants and put on the ones Florian gave her, azi-black. Getting shoes that fit was harder, so she had bought some black boots on uncle Denys" card that worked all right if n.o.body looked close. And she was wearing those. Florian got her card off her blouse and taped a black band across the bottom and a mark like the azi triangle in the CIT blank.

"Do I look right?" she said when she had clipped the card on.

"Face, " Catlin said. So she made an azi face, very stiff and formal.

"That"s good, " Catlin said.

And Catlin slithered over, looked around the corner of the pump building, then got up and walked out. They followed Catlin as far as the road, and then they just walked together like they belonged there.

It was going to take them a while to miss her up at the House, Ari thought, and then Security was going to get real upset.

Meanwhile she had never seen the Town except from the House, and she wished they could walk faster, because she wanted to see as much as she could before they got caught.

Or before she decided to go back, somewhere around dark. It was going to be fun at the same time as it was not going to be: it was going to be a lot of trouble, but she really hoped they could sneak back up and get her clothes, and just sneak back in by the kitchen, when everyone was really in a panic. But that might look too smart, and that might make them watch her too close.

It was better to be Sam, and get caught.

That way she would say she made her azi do it, and that would work, because they had to take her orders, and everybody knew that. So they wouldn"t get in any trouble. She would. And that was what she wanted.

She just wanted to have a little fun before they caught her.

viii The problem was running, the computer working timeshare on a Beta-cla.s.s design and going slow this morning, because Yanni Schwartz had the integra-tive set running: everyone else got a lower priority. So Justin leaned back, got up, poured himself a cup of coffee, and filled Grant"s empty cup, Grant working away at his terminal in that kind of fixed concentration that was not going to lose that chain of thought if the ceiling fell around him.

Grant reached over without even looking away from the screen, picked up the coffee cup and took a sip.

Someone arrived in the door, brusque, abrupt, and more than one. Justin"s ears had already registered that as he looked around, saw Security black, and had a man in his office, two others behind him.

Muscles tightened, gut tightened in panic.

"You"re wanted in Security, " the man said.

"What for?"

"No questions. Just come with us. "

He thought of the hot coffee in his hands, and Grant had had noticed, Grant was getting up from his chair, as another Security guard moved in behind the first. noticed, Grant was getting up from his chair, as another Security guard moved in behind the first.