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reinforced. There could only be one conclusion. There weren't any beings aboard the command ship to spare.
    There had been no time for Mahoney to do more than hazily sketch in what was going on. Nothing about himself. Only the situation at hand.
    The privy council was desperate. They had sent out similar teams all over the Empire. Their mission: Capture and return for questioning any being who had been close enough to the Emperor to know his deepest secrets.
    Sten was amazed. "What the clot could I know? Sure, I commanded his bodyguard. And I had clearances up to my eyebrows during the Tahn business. But that's old news. Nothing worth ferreting about. You could stuff it in the small end of nothing and it would still rattle about. They should have saved themselves all the bother and just asked."
    "It's the AM2," Mahoney said. "They can't find where our boss has it stashed."
    Sten gobbled. "But, I thought—I mean, everybody assumes…"
    "Too right, lad," Mahoney said. "And we all assumed wrong. Now the AM2 is running out."
    Sten thought about that for a moment, munching on a dry nutra stick. Then, anxious, he said, "Alex! They'll be after him, too. We have to—"
    "I already took care of that," Mahoney said. "I sent warning. Hope he got it. I didn't have much time."
    He waved out at the darkness in the direction of the hunters. No further explanation was needed. Obviously Mahoney had only been half a step ahead when he reached Sten.
    "We'll have to get word to Kilgour when we get free," Mahoney said. "Tell him where to meet us."
    Sten laughed. "No need," he said. "Alex will know where to find us."
    Mahoney started to ask how, but something cracked deep in the woods.
    They moved on.
    They were at the edge of Amos Lake, waiting to cross. Sten wanted just a bit more light. Mahoney cursed. The little clot wanted to be seen.
    A hand gripped his wrist, then was gone.
    It was time.
    As they rose to make their dash, Mahoney saw a small, black orb in Sten's hand. There was a large red dot imbedded in the center—a pressure switch.
    They soared out onto the ice, the wind at their backs so they barely had to pole to keep up the speed. The frigid air tugged at their garments, finding gaps where none in fact could exist. The cold nipped through those gaps with sharp, tiny teeth.
    Mahoney thought his lungs were so brittle there was no way any self-respecting oxygen molecules could attach.
    Ice gouted just in front of him, hurling up a thick cloud of particles that choked him as he sailed into it. The crack of the laser fire followed the shot. This was bad. The hunters had found them. It was also good. They were at a distance.
    The far shore came crashing up at them. Mahoney could see the snow-choked trees just beyond. Without slowing, they plunged onto rocky ground. Mahoney felt the wind knocked from him, but he stayed low, hugging the frozen ground like a lover.
    He saw Sten roll until he was lying on the ground, facing the enemy. Mahoney fought for air and dared a look, then ducked as an AM2 round powdered the rock in front of him. But he had just enough time to see the hunters advancing in a broken pattern so he couldn't get off a decent shot. Just to keep them honest, however, he raised his weapon.
    The hand went on his wrist again.
    "Not now," Sten whispered.
    Mahoney found a safer angle to peer out.
    The Mantis team was nearing the center of the lake. He heard motion beside him and looked over to see Sten holding the hard, black ball. His thumb rested on the red spot. The knuckle whitened as he pressed.
    Instinctively Mahoney looked out on the lake. But all he saw was hunters coming on. Then there was an ungodly roar as the entire center of the lake lifted up. Sheets of ice the size of small buildings were hurled to the side.
    A gleaming white ship arose straight through the center. He saw bodies—or what had to be bodies, from the way they were flailing—spin upward and then plunge into the frigid water.
    He didn't know if death