"What do you mean, yes and no?" "You say it as if it's nothing. I'm not asking you to sleep with some soldier in a guardhouse and slit his throat. We're talking about Roland Hunter, the head of Internal Affairs." "THE Hunter? The man who ordered the purges?" "Ordered, planned and executed, and the man who makes sure there is no rebellion of conscience among the whites, no dissent of any kind. A big target, Elonna, and very wary." Again she was silent. "Still. If you could arrange it..... I think I could do it." "With what weapon, Elonna?" "Well, what about a poison needle?" "No good. You will be thoroughly searched. Thoroughly." "All right, then. Stop turning it around. You're the one who's supposed to have a plan." "Yes, though I'm not particularly proud of having thought of it." "Morgan, you're forgetting what he's done to us." "All right. Have you ever heard of Sanlen 12?" "It's some kind of nerve poison, isn't it?" "Yes, like's snake's venom: poison to the blood but not the stomach." "What are you saying?" He told her, in detail. "But that's horrible. God, what a way to die. . .and to kill." "You would have to want to kill him very badly, and not hesitate at the critical moment. That's why I've been such a harsh judge of your character. This is no game, and the stakes are life and death." She looked into his eyes, and knew he was in deepest earnest. "I need time to think." The boy came back into the room. "I'll be back tomorrow night. Think about it in the cold light of day. You must be very sure." He lifted his rifle. "Before you go....." "Yes." "How would you set this up? How would you make him trust me?" "Oh, he won't trust you, not for a minute. But he does trust me, as far as he trusts anyone. As for setting it up, that's fairly simple. Many of the cabinet ministers and high military men have taken mistresses, and not all of them white. If the Undersecretary of Affairs should happen to come across a beautiful black woman he fancies, a non-person with no rights, why shouldn't he keep her for himself? And if he's ruthless and full of ambition, as I'm supposed to be, why shouldn't he offer to share her with the Secretary, or even keep her discreetly hidden for his private use? I've been known to do such favors in the past." "But if he hates us so much, why would he want me?" "You don't understand men very well if you have to ask, at least not that kind of man. Power and domination are what he craves, sadism and total control. Do I have to say more?" "No." "I'll come back tomorrow if I can." He shouldered his weapon. "You see why it was so hard for Lawrence to ask of you. Toward the end, he had decided against it. Just so you know, the thought of sending you in with that monster..... I'm not that cold. Not yet. But they are. Good-night." He switched off the shield and left the cave. "Good-night." She stared at the table. *