tz.cobra strike-第67章
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the Qasaman passed； his hand made a quick brushing motion： the code sign for stay back。 Justin nodded and drifted an extra half step behind Moff as they went to the office the guard had indicated。 The door was open； and as they walked in Justin saw there were two men waiting for them： Winward and gleaner…team's head psychologist； Dr。 McKinley。 Both were standing in front of the room's low desk； and both looked vaguely tense。
〃Good day； Moff；〃 Winward nodded。 〃We've never actually met； but I've heard a great deal about you。〃
〃And I you；〃 Moff replied coolly。 〃You're the demon warrior who couldn't be killed。 Or so it's said。〃
〃Not by treachery； at any rate；〃 Winward said； his tone chilling to match Moff's。 〃You'll note we treated your flag of truce more honorably。〃
〃You speak of honor…〃
〃I speak of many things；〃 Winward cut him off。 〃But before I do； I'd like to ask you to put your mojo in the next room。〃
Moff's back stiffened visibly。 〃So that I'll be totally defenseless before you？〃
〃Don't be ridiculous。 If I wanted to harm you； both you and your damned bird would be stretched out on the floor there。 You know that as well as I do。 I'll ask you only once more。〃
〃My mojo stays with me。〃
Winward sighed。 〃All right； have it your way。〃 Reaching to the desk behind him； he scooped up a short…barreled； stockless rifle lying there and brought it to bear。 With a screech the mojo leaped…
And shrieked again as the flash net caught it square across the beak。
〃Here； Justin； put these in the next office；〃 Winward said tiredly； handing the younger Cobra the immobilized bird and the net gun。 〃They don't show much capacity for learning； do they？〃 he remarked to Moff。
Moff's reply was lost to Justin as he deposited his charges next door； but by the time he returned Winward was speaking again。 〃Well； no matter。 We have a pretty good idea of what the mojos do for you； and it's clear enough that if it es to a full…fledged war we'll win easily。〃
〃Because you cannot die？〃 Moff snorted。 〃Some may believe that； I don't。 No demon protects you…or splits one mind into two men…〃 he added； throwing a baleful glare at Justin。 〃Your magic is simply science we have forgotten； and it will work as well for us when we've learned how it's done。〃
〃Possibly；〃 Winward shrugged。 〃But it's rather academic； because to learn how our magic works you'll need to kill some of us 。。。 and I doubt very much that your mojos will let you fight us face to face anymore。〃
Moff's mouth opened； but whatever he'd been planning to say apparently died on his lips。 〃What do you mean； won't let us fight？〃 he asked cautiously。
McKinley shook his head。 〃It's no use pretending； Moff。 We've been taking data for less than two days and we already know how the mojos dangle you around like puppets。 You've had three hundred years to study them…surely you know at least as much as we do。〃
〃Puppets； you say。〃 Moff's lip curled。 〃You understand nothing。〃
〃Oh？〃 Winward said。 〃Then enlighten us。〃
Moff glared at him but remained silent。 〃The details don't matter；〃 McKinley shrugged。 〃What matters is that the mojos have a vested interest in keeping their hunters…that's you…alive； and that they possess enough telepathic ability to back up their wishes。 If they think you don't have a chance against us； they won't let you fight。〃 He waved a hand。 〃The reactions toward us here in the village are all the proof we need。〃
〃Oh； are they？〃 Moff spat。 He seemed to be rapidly losing control； Justin noted uneasily。 Were McKinley's assertions really so hard for him to take？ Or was this perhaps simply the first waking moment Moff had had in years without a mojo by his side？ A mojo keeping his human aggression under control。。。。 〃Then what do you say about the fighters waiting to sweep down on you twenty kilometers north of here？ Are they unable to fight？〃 He jabbed a finger at McKinley。 〃The villagers have a fear of you based on superstition…our fighters aren't so handicapped。 And once we've proved you can be beaten…as we will within hours…the fear the mojos sense and are paralyzing them with will be gone。 The next time you return； you'll find a world united to oppose you。〃
〃You don't think the mojos will try and save your lives？〃 McKinley asked。
Moff smiled thinly。 〃They will protect us； certainly… by tearing the flesh from your bones in battle。 This conversation is at an end。〃
Winward and McKinley exchanged glances； and the latter nodded fractionally。 〃All right； if that's the way you want it；〃 Winward said。 〃We'll be out of your way within those few hours you mentioned； and if we're lucky； we won't have to e back。〃
〃It doesn't matter if you do or not；〃 Moff said quietly 。。； and to Justin his voice had the feel of an open grave about it。 〃We will rediscover the secret of star travel someday。 And we will then e and find you。〃
Winward's lips pressed and his eyes sought Justin's。 〃Return his mojo and escort him outside。 He can stay with the rest of the villagers until we're ready to leave。〃
Justin nodded and indicated the door。 Wordlessly； Moff strode past him and out into the hall； where he waited until Justin had brought him his mojo； still entangled in its net。 〃Just unwrap it carefully and the bird won't be hurt；〃 he told the Qasaman； handing the creature into the other's arms。
Moff nodded； once； and stalked to the door。 Justin watched him walk down the street toward the civilian holding area； then returned to the office。 〃He's on his way to the square；〃 he told Winward。
The older Cobra nodded； his attention clearly elsewhere。 〃。；。 All right。 If you're ready； so are we；〃 he said toward his pendant。 〃You'll get outrider…one moving？ 。。。 Good。 Justin's here； I'll just go ahead
and take charge of him。 ETAs？ 。。。 Fifteen and twenty； got it。 Good luck。〃
〃Well？〃 McKinley asked。
〃The Dewdrop's on its way；〃 Winward said tightly。 〃It'll drop into the central square in about fifteen minutes。〃
〃The Dewdrop？〃 Justin frowned。 〃Why's it ing down？〃
〃Because the Menssana would take longer to get here and be subject to attack the whole way。〃 Winward turned to McKinley。 〃All the sensor collars off？〃
〃And packed for loading； along with the rest of the gear。〃 The other picked up a small box that had been resting on the low table。 〃This is the last of it right here。〃
〃Okay； Get your people to the square。〃 Winward tapped his pendant as McKinley headed for the door。 〃Dorjay？ It's a go。。。。 Right； fifteen minutes。 Get the people out and set up a perimeter to protect it。 Watch out for Moff particularly…he's not nearly as impressed as the rest of them； and there are guns lying around he might pick up。。 。。 Good。 Diversion's due in just under twenty…we'll need to be ready to go then。。。。 Okay。 Out。〃
Dropping his hand； he looked at Justin。 〃Let's get moving…you and I are going to be part of the helicopter defense； and we need to be at the wall when they figure out what's going on。〃
〃And then what？〃 Justin asked quietly。 〃The Dewdrop can't possibly carry all of us。〃
Winward gave him a tight smile。 〃That's sometimes what rearguards are for； you know： to stay behind。 e on； let's hit the wall and find some good positions to shoot from。〃
〃Okay； start easing back；〃 Pyre murmured into his mike。 〃No noise； and be sure you're out of sight of the Qasamans before hitting the road。〃
There were answering murmurs in his ear； and Pyre shifted his attention to the knot of troops facing him twenty meters away。 He'd agreed to stay within sight as a sort of exchange hostage while Moff was in the village 。。。 which meant that when the timer ran down on this one he would have to be gone before the Qasamans decided to start shooting。 Activating his auditory enhancers； he tried to listen for the excited voices that would mean the Dewdrop had been spotted。
The shouts； centered on the Qasamans〃 lead car； erupted barely two minutes later； and Pyre was racing through the trees before anyone thought to take a shot at him。 With the need for stealth gone； he made straight for the road； where better footing would let him use his leg servos to best advantage。 From behind came an explosion as the Qasamans destroyed the tree that blocked their path。 Slowing as he passed
