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a way, I suppose.  Want to help me escape?"
                  "Nah, I'll find my own way," Web returned the grin.
                  "You sound confident."
                  "Oh, I know people."  Web smiled larger than he should have as he thought of Halley.  He knew deep down that she would rescue him.  He couldn't explain it, but the feeling was there.  And when she did, he was going to take her and run to the other side of the galaxy with her so he could confess how he felt.  Now that was a scary prospect.  Maybe a sadistic Priman interrogator would be less stressful than trying to process those feelings?
                  "Anyone I'd know?" prodded Mithus.
                  Web was curious, that was for sure.  For all he knew, Halley and this guy might have sat across from each other in one of their advanced how-to-kill-things classes.  But he couldn't tell him that.  He could, however, think of a great story that only he and Halley knew.  "You know if I personally had any good stories to even tell, I wouldn't.  But I will say that one friend in particular once blew up a dormant volcano and made it erupt just to cause a distraction.  Formed a new island chain and got what she was after in the process."
                  Mithus seemed to process this.  "Is she for hire?"
                  "You couldn't afford her."
     
     
                  Kira Malix sat at the outdoor cafe sipping a stim-caf in the dusk light.  Despite her troubled mind, she had still noticed the various pleasant distractions Callidor had to offer; vibrant red/gold sunsets, friendly locals, unique cuisine, amazing architecture around the older, more preserved parts of the planet.  It hadn't lasted, though.  Soon enough, it all washed away; it was just background noise, a low level buzzing in the background that was discarded as irrelevant to her immediate needs.  It was a shame, but she sure as hell would never feel the same about the planet after the Priman occupation.  Too much had changed; she would leave as soon as she could and find reasons to never return.  But first, she had business.
                  Kira Malix, of course, was simply one of the many IDs of Halley Pascal.  It was actually a Confed-issued one, which caused problems with her now being burned thanks to Enric Shae of Senator Dennix's staff.
                  Add to that another problem: there were other SAR detached operatives like herself here on Callidor, and they'd been ordered to bring her in as a rogue.  She didn't know how many there were or whose side they were on.  The nanites in her body served as a form of cloud storage, and every time she checked in with her handlers they took a sample which the senior SAR commanders reviewed; there were no secrets for a SAR operative, at least not during their service.  So, they would have seen the confession of Tana Starr regarding the Priman plot to assassinate Representative Velk, the accusation against Senator Dennix of not only being a complicit pawn of the Primans but learning the ring data she'd helped acquire would prove it beyond a doubt.  That is, of course, if the senior leadership had felt it was something the outbound operatives needed to know.  And if the senior leadership wasn't corrupted.  And so on and so forth. 
                  The short version is that she trusted exactly two people on this planet: herself and Web.  And with Web locked up in the prison on the other side of town, she needed resources.  That led her to this cafe.
                  She'd been tracking the young man for two weeks and finally anticipated his routine.  He was an electronics supplier; he sold the sort of gizmos one couldn't buy legally in any store.  Automated defenses, remote controls, limited AI robotics, self-healing computers.  She needed the mother of all remote control