Blackcollar: The Judas Solution Read Online Free PDF
Author: Timothy Zahn
at either Shiloh or Juniper. You expecting to be getting tired of my company?"
"Something like that," Lathe said. "I may also have another job for you."
"No problem," Lepkowski assured him. "Well, happy planning. I'll see you in six weeks." Lathe gestured, and Jensen keyed off the comm. "You think it's a trap?" the other asked, leaning back in his chair.
"Awfully long way to lure us in just for a trap," Lathe pointed out, his mind racing. After all the waiting, this might finally be it. "You'd think they could come up with something a little closer to Plinry if all they wanted was to take us out."
"True," Jensen said. "Which doesn't answer my question, of course."
"Oh, I'm sure it could be a trap," Lathe said. "Especially with all of this coming right on the heels of Galway's return."
"Certainly an interesting coincidence," Jensen agreed. "So what's your probable scenario? We leave Denver's Security apparatus in a shambles, Galway gets caught in the middle, and he tries to save his own skin by coming up with some bait to dangle in front of us?"
"Actually, I was crediting the Ryqril with more brains than that," Lathe said. "Bearing in mind that Galway's probably the closest thing to a blackcollar expert they have available right now." He gestured toward the ceiling. "In fact, I'll lay you odds he's spent a lot of the past year on Khala."
"Helping make their tac center blackcollar-proof?"
"Why not?" Lathe countered. "Especially since there seems to be a blackcollar presence already there for them to guard against." He lifted an eyebrow. "Unless you think that's just part of the bait."
"All I know is that the Ryqril don't like guerrilla teams operating on their occupied worlds, blackcollars or anyone else," Jensen reminded him darkly. "If this alleged tactor has been doing any serious damage, they should have taken him out years ago."
"Unless he's been playing it quiet, like we did," Lathe suggested.
"Maybe," Jensen said. "Unfortunately, there's no way to know for sure this side of Khala."
"True." Lathe shook his head. "Rather ironic, you know. All Galway ever wanted was to sit out here in the middle of nowhere and do whatever his loyalty-conditioning would allow to keep the people of Plinry safe. Now, for good or bad, he's got the full attention of the Ryqril. So much for the quiet, self-effacing life."
Jensen's eyes were steady on him. "You're going to go for it, aren't you?" Lathe shrugged. "I don't see how we can pass it up. A Ryq tac center's the next best thing to the high command's supreme situation room. If we can take it intact, they might as well just hand over that section of the front to the Chryselli."
"The key word being 'intact,' " Jensen reminded him. "And if Galway's been helping them, it's going to be that much harder."
"Calculated risk is what warfare's all about," Lathe said, getting to his feet. "Meanwhile, I've got a debriefing I'm late for. Would you do me a favor and go find Skyler and Mordecai and have them meet me in my room in an hour? I'd rather not put this out on the tingler just yet."
"Sure," Jensen said, his face settling into hard lines. "If you decide to go, I hereby request to be a part of the team."
So that he could die in a blaze of glory in combat against the Ryqril? "Don't worry," Lathe assured him quietly. "If this works out the way I think it will, there'll be plenty of work for all of us."
* * *
The voices fell silent, and the carrier signal closed down. "That's it, then," Galway said, exhaling quietly in relief. After all these months, stage one was finally complete.
Beside him, Taakh pointed a finger at the communications tech. "Yae rill decry't it at runce," he ordered.
"I'm not sure we can, Your Eminence," the tech said carefully. "This sounds like a Chryselli code, and I don't think—"
"Dae yae kestion ne?" Taakh cut him off.
"There's no need for a decryption," Galway spoke up quickly. "Lathe is going to go for it."
"Dae yae s'eak Chryselli encry'ts?" Taakh
"Something like that," Lathe said. "I may also have another job for you."
"No problem," Lepkowski assured him. "Well, happy planning. I'll see you in six weeks." Lathe gestured, and Jensen keyed off the comm. "You think it's a trap?" the other asked, leaning back in his chair.
"Awfully long way to lure us in just for a trap," Lathe pointed out, his mind racing. After all the waiting, this might finally be it. "You'd think they could come up with something a little closer to Plinry if all they wanted was to take us out."
"True," Jensen said. "Which doesn't answer my question, of course."
"Oh, I'm sure it could be a trap," Lathe said. "Especially with all of this coming right on the heels of Galway's return."
"Certainly an interesting coincidence," Jensen agreed. "So what's your probable scenario? We leave Denver's Security apparatus in a shambles, Galway gets caught in the middle, and he tries to save his own skin by coming up with some bait to dangle in front of us?"
"Actually, I was crediting the Ryqril with more brains than that," Lathe said. "Bearing in mind that Galway's probably the closest thing to a blackcollar expert they have available right now." He gestured toward the ceiling. "In fact, I'll lay you odds he's spent a lot of the past year on Khala."
"Helping make their tac center blackcollar-proof?"
"Why not?" Lathe countered. "Especially since there seems to be a blackcollar presence already there for them to guard against." He lifted an eyebrow. "Unless you think that's just part of the bait."
"All I know is that the Ryqril don't like guerrilla teams operating on their occupied worlds, blackcollars or anyone else," Jensen reminded him darkly. "If this alleged tactor has been doing any serious damage, they should have taken him out years ago."
"Unless he's been playing it quiet, like we did," Lathe suggested.
"Maybe," Jensen said. "Unfortunately, there's no way to know for sure this side of Khala."
"True." Lathe shook his head. "Rather ironic, you know. All Galway ever wanted was to sit out here in the middle of nowhere and do whatever his loyalty-conditioning would allow to keep the people of Plinry safe. Now, for good or bad, he's got the full attention of the Ryqril. So much for the quiet, self-effacing life."
Jensen's eyes were steady on him. "You're going to go for it, aren't you?" Lathe shrugged. "I don't see how we can pass it up. A Ryq tac center's the next best thing to the high command's supreme situation room. If we can take it intact, they might as well just hand over that section of the front to the Chryselli."
"The key word being 'intact,' " Jensen reminded him. "And if Galway's been helping them, it's going to be that much harder."
"Calculated risk is what warfare's all about," Lathe said, getting to his feet. "Meanwhile, I've got a debriefing I'm late for. Would you do me a favor and go find Skyler and Mordecai and have them meet me in my room in an hour? I'd rather not put this out on the tingler just yet."
"Sure," Jensen said, his face settling into hard lines. "If you decide to go, I hereby request to be a part of the team."
So that he could die in a blaze of glory in combat against the Ryqril? "Don't worry," Lathe assured him quietly. "If this works out the way I think it will, there'll be plenty of work for all of us."
* * *
The voices fell silent, and the carrier signal closed down. "That's it, then," Galway said, exhaling quietly in relief. After all these months, stage one was finally complete.
Beside him, Taakh pointed a finger at the communications tech. "Yae rill decry't it at runce," he ordered.
"I'm not sure we can, Your Eminence," the tech said carefully. "This sounds like a Chryselli code, and I don't think—"
"Dae yae kestion ne?" Taakh cut him off.
"There's no need for a decryption," Galway spoke up quickly. "Lathe is going to go for it."
"Dae yae s'eak Chryselli encry'ts?" Taakh
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