The Alembic Plot: A Terran Empire novelWilson, Ann
Science
The Alembic Plot: A Terran Empire novel
Wilson, Ann
Science fiction
Cortin didn't know enough about his conditioning to give a good answer,
so she said, "You tell me. You need debriefed by an expert, of course,
but since you joined us have you had any gear issued, or been paid, or
taken care of personal matters?" She saw a puzzled expression,
remembered, and added, "Oh, by the way--welcome to Team Azrael."
He looked dazed for a moment, then his expression cleared. "I was
working for you the whole time, then--thank you! About the other,
though--no, none of it."
"Um." She thought for a moment, then went to a phone and dialed
Bradford's number.
"Colonel Bradford's office, Corporal Callahan speaking, sir."
"This is Colonel Cortin. I'd like to speak with Colonel Bradford,
please, if he's available."
"Yes, ma'am--one moment, please."
Seconds later, Bradford was on the line. "What can I do for you,
Colonel?"
"I'm not sure. Does being the High King's Inquisitor let me borrow you
to debrief someone?"
"It lets you borrow anyone you need to do your job. Who do you need
debriefed, and how soon?"
"My new team member, Lieutenant Powell. As soon as you can, please."
"Half an hour soon enough?"
"That'd be fine, thanks. I've already gotten some useful information
from him, but I'm not good enough at the memory-enhancing techniques to
do a really thorough job."
"He's the one who told you about the raid on the Blue Sisters' convent?"
"Yes."
"I'll be over as soon as I can. I'm in charge of the task force
protecting them; I'll need all the good information I can get."
"I'll probably be saying Mass when you get here, then. You can talk to
him in our quarters if you want, or you're welcome to use my public
office on the main floor. Any idea how long it'll take?"
"That's hard to say exactly, but two hours is about average. And since
you haven't said Mass yet, I'd appreciate it if you wait till I get
there; I like to attend all my priests' services at least once."
"Of course." She couldn't refuse her Bishop, and since no one had
commented on her bearing during Mass, her absorption was either normal
or not noticeable, so it shouldn't be a problem. "Then this afternoon
I can have someone help Powell get the Service formalities straightened
out--payroll, uniforms, ID, all that sort of thing." She shook her
head, even though he couldn't see the gesture. "Things are going too
fast and working out too well, Brad. I'm living in luxury, doing
valuable work I enjoy, having an incredible sex life--I ought to be
overjoyed, but I'm not. It scares me."
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