tz.cobra strike-第61章
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Dan Rostin shrugged。 〃Marginal。 We're pretty far south of the direct route here…it'll take a large deviation to get them on track。 But if they cooperate as well as the flatfbots on Chata it ought to work okay。 Hang on a second and I'll have the details for you。〃
It turned out not to be quite as bad as Parker had feared。 Nowhere would the magnetic field they would be superimposing change the overall field line direction by more than twenty degrees； and the amplitudes necessary were well within their equipment's capabilities。
Of course； they would occasionally need to get within a hundred meters of the herd's center； with the risk to the aircar from the flanks that such a close approach would entail。 But then； that was why the Cobras were along in the first place。
〃Well； let's get started；〃 Parker told the others。 〃And let's hope they're as much like their flatfoot cousins as the bio people say they are。〃 Otherwise…he didn't add…the Cobras might just wind up herding them； rancher style； all the way to the village。
And that was a trick he wasn't anxious to try。
It was almost sundown when Winward returned from a tour of his Cobras〃 positions to the mayoral office building； where Dr。 McKinley and the rest of the psych people had set up shop。 One of the Qasamans was being escorted out of McKinley's room as Win…ward arrived； and he took the opportunity to take a quick look inside。 〃Hello；〃 he nodded to the two men as he poked his head around the door。 〃How's it going？〃
McKinley looked about as tired as Winward had ever seen a man； but his voice was brisk enough。 〃Pretty good； overall。 Even without the puter analysis I can see the stress levels changing pretty much as predicted。〃
〃Good。 You about to close down this phase for the evening？〃
〃Got one more to do。 If you'd like； you could stay and watch。〃
Winward eyed the Cobra guard standing silently against the wall。 He； too； looked tired； though just as far from admitting it as McKinley was。 〃Alek； why don't you go ahead and get some dinner；〃 he told the other。 〃I'll stay here while Dr。 McKinley finishes up。〃
〃I'd appreciate that；〃 Alek nodded； heading for the door。 〃Thanks。〃
McKinley waited until he was gone； then touched a button on his translator pendant。 〃Okay； send in number forty…two。〃
A moment later Winward's enhanced hearing picked up two sets of footsteps approaching； and the door opened to admit another Cobra and a tense…looking Qasaman male。 The Cobra left； and McKinley gestured to the low chair facing his appropriated desk。 〃Sit down； please。〃
The Qasaman plied； throwing a suspicious glance at Winward。 His mojo； Winward noted； was almost calm by parison； although it seemed to be rippling its feathers rather frequently。 〃Let's begin with your name and occupation；〃 McKinley said。 〃Just speak clearly toward the recorder here；〃 he added； waving at the rectangular box perched on a corner of the desk。
The man answered； and McKinley moved on to general questions concerning his interests and life in the village。 Gradually the tone and direction of the questioning shifted； though； and within a few minutes McKinley was asking about the man's relationships with friends； his frequency of intercourse with his wife； and other highly personal matters。 Winward watched the Qasaman closely； but to his untrained eye the other seemed to be taking McKinley's prying with reasonable grace。 The stress indicators built into the recorder and the man's chair； of course； would deliver a more scientific assessment。
McKinley was halfway through a question about the man's childhood when he broke off and； as he'd done forty…one times already that day； pretended to listen with annoyance to something ing through his earphone。 〃I'm sorry；〃 he told the Qasaman； 〃but apparently your mojo's flapping noises are interfering with the recording。 Uh…〃 He glanced around the room； pointed to a large cushion in the far corner。 〃Would you mind putting him over there？〃
The other grimaced； glancing again at Winward。 Then； body language eloquent with protest； he plied。 〃Good；〃 McKinley said briskly as the Qasaman seated himself again。 〃Let's see； I guess I should backtrack a bit。〃
He launched into a repeat of an earlier question； and Winward shifted his attention to the mojo sitting in its corner。 Sitting； but clearly not happy with its banishment。 The head movements and feather ruffling Winward had noted earlier had increased dramatically； both in frequency and magnitude。 Nervous at being separated from its protector？ the Cobra wondered。 Or upset because it can't influence things as well at this distance？ The whole idea of the mojos having some subliminal power over the Qasamans made Winward feel decidedly twitchy。 Alone among all he'd talked to； he still hoped Jonny Moreau's theory was wrong。
〃Damn。〃
Winward turned his attention back to the interrogation to find McKinley scowling into space。 〃I'm sorry； but the recorder's still picking up too much noise。 I guess we're going to have to put your mojo out of the room entirely。 Kreel？…would you e in here a minute。 Bring something talon…proof with you。〃
〃Wait；〃 the Qasaman said； half rising from his seat。 〃You cannot take my mojo away from here。〃
〃Why not？〃 McKinley asked。 〃We won't hurt it； and you'll have it back in a few minutes。〃 The door opened and the Cobra who'd earlier escorted the Qasaman in stepped into the room； a thick cloth bunched in his hand。
〃You must not take him；〃 the Qasaman repeated； the first hint of anger beginning to show through his stoicism。 〃I have cooperated fully…you have no right to treat me this way。〃
〃Seven more questions…that's all；〃 McKinley said soothingly。 〃Five minutes or less； and you'll have it back。 Look； there's an empty office across the hall； Kreel can just stand there in the middle of the room with your mojo on his arm； and when we're done you can open the door and get it back。 No harm will e to it…I promise。〃
Provided it behaves itself； Winward added silently。 Kreel would have another Cobra in the room with him； lasers targeted on the bird the whole time； but Winward didn't envy him the job of standing there with mojo talons less than half a meter from his face。
The Qasaman was still protesting； but it was clear from his voice that he knew it was futile。 Kreel meanwhile had wrapped the cloth around his left forearm and stooped to present it to the mojo。 With obvious hesitation the bird climbed aboard。 Kreel left； clos… ing the door behind them； and McKinley resumed his questioning。
It was all over； as he'd promised； in less than five minutes； but well before it ended Winward came to the conclusion that he was seeing just how angry a Qasaman could bee without physically attacking something。 The man's earlier grudging cooperation became an almost palpable bitterness as he spat his answers at the recorder。 Twice he refused to answer at all。 Winward found his own muscles tensing in anticipation of the moment when the Qasaman's control broke pletely and sent him diving across the desk in a strangulation attempt。
That moment； fortunately； never came。 McKinley finished his list； and thirty seconds later the man and mojo were reunited across the hall。 〃One more thing and you can go；〃 McKinley told him as he stroked the bird's throat soothingly。 〃Kreel's going to put a numbered ribbon around your neck so we'll know we've already talked to you。 I presume you won't want to go through this again。〃
The Qasaman snorted； but otherwise ignored everyone except his mojo as Kreel wrapped the red ribbon snugly around his neck and sealed the ends together。 Then； still wordlessly； he stalked down the hall toward the exit； Kreel a step behind him。
McKinley took a deep breath； let it out in a long sigh。 〃And if you thought that was rough；〃 he told Winward wryly； 〃wait'll you see what's on…line for tomorrow。〃
〃I can hardly wait；〃 Winward said as they walked back to the testing room。 〃You really getting anything worthwhile from all of this？〃
〃Oh； sure。〃 Swiveling the recorder box around； McKinley opened a panel to reveal a pact display and keyboard。 He busied himself with the latter and a set of curves appeared on the screen。 〃posite of the three hundred sixty Qasamans we
