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      Chapter Seven

      Baron Schini was a strong, powerful woman who had risen to power in Indyville by virtue of her cunning and keen sense of picking the right person for a job. Her sec force was strong and well trained, and led by a meticulous sec chief named Viviani who left nothing to chance and no detail overlooked.

      But the baron was also a wealth of knowledge and information. Her memory was like a strongbox, and anything that she might have trouble remembering was filed in a collection of journal notes. The notes were part of a vast library housed in the center of the ville. Untouched by the nukeblast that devastated much of Indyville, the library had been the first thing the baron had sought control of when she was newly assigned to the previous baron’s sec force. Schini found that by controlling knowledge she also had power, and by acquiring more knowledge, she would acquire even more power. And so the library grew and grew, adding valuable books on subjects as diverse as basket weaving and blaster design. There were books on how to have better sex, and how to fight without blasters, knives or swords—even books on how to chill people with poisons…if you happened to have the right poisons.

      The baron had a dozen librarians reading through the texts in the library, each one with a special area of expertise, such as geography, geology, chemistry, biology and history. Every so often, one of the librarians would be called upon to solve a problem pertaining to their area of expertise and, over the years, Indyville had become a very powerful barony, selling knowledge to those who needed it.

      Like Sec chief Robards…

      “So,” Baron Schini said. “The sec man at the gate says you brought me a quarter pound of bang in exchange for some information.”

      “That’s right, Baron.”

      “Well, what does Robards want to know?”

      The sec man sent by Robards cleared his throat. “Baron DeMann is playing host to a group of outlanders—”

      “I thought he hated the scum?”

      “He does, but he’s holding them for a reason.”

      Baron Schini nodded slowly.

      “One of the outlanders, their leader in fact, goes by the name of Ryan. He’s rather distinctive looking with a large scar on the right side of his face and a black patch covering his left eye.”

      “Plenty of outlanders have scars like that.”

      “Yes, but this one is unique. His band of six includes an albino teenager, an old man, a black woman, another woman, fair skinned with flaming red hair, and a thin man who wears wire-rimmed spectacles and a fedora.”

      “A motley crew to be sure, but why the fuck should I care?”

      “Sec chief Robards thinks this Ryan may be the same outlander who chilled Baron DeMann’s brother a few years ago in a gaudy house in Spearpoint.”

      Baron Schini suddenly appeared more interested in Baron DeMann’s outlanders. If their leader was the one who chilled the baron’s brother, then he’s also the one who chilled her son in the very same gaudy house firefight. “What makes Robards suspect this outlander is the one?”

      “Well, he remembered hearing something about a one-eyed outlander working for a man they called Trader, and he knew it was one of the Trader’s men who chilled the baron’s brother while the Trader was at Spearpoint working on a deal with Levi Shabazz.”

      “Why not just ask the outlander if he’s the one? Or just chill them all and be done with it?”

      “These outlanders are dangerous, and he didn’t want to let them know he suspected who they were until he was sure they were the ones.”

      “And so he sent you here to me.”

      “Correct.”

      “And if this is the outlander who chilled the baron’s brother, what does that candy-ass Robards plan to do about it?”

      “Why, chill the scum and his friends on behalf of Baron DeMann, of course.”

      Schini shook her head.

      “You disapprove?”

      “Not at all,” the baron said. “It’s just that if this one-eyed outlander is the same one who chilled the baron’s brother, then he’s also the one who chilled my son, Luca. And if that’s the case, I damn well want to be there to watch him die.”

      Robards had warned the sec man that this request was a possibility. “As you wish, Baron.”

      The baron smiled politely. “But first we need to know we have the right man, eh?” She turned to one of her sec men. “Take him to the archives and look up the journal entries on Luca’s death. And keep me informed as to what you find.”

      The sec man nodded and led the messenger away.

      THEY WERE ALMOST finished eating when Eleander entered the dining room.

      “Ah, here she is,” Baron DeMann said. “The mother of the beautiful Moira.” It was obvious he had none of the same feelings for the older woman as he did the younger.

      Eleander stepped slowly into the big room, as cautious as if she were walking over broken glass with naked feet.

      “She was resting soundly,” Robards offered in explanation. “I was sorry to wake her up, but when she knew she had been asked for, she insisted on joining you.”

      Doc smiled broadly, his eyes stuck on the older woman.

      Ryan had never seen Doc so smitten by a woman before, though he had had a few liaisons. He had spoken countless times of the wife and children who had been left behind when Operation Chronos snatched him from his own era and brought him forward in time. But while he spoke of his dear wife Emily with fondness, romance, love and respect, he seemed to eye Eleander with a lust that was somewhat uncharacteristic of the man. But with his mind shaken so badly from the jumps in time, and emotional scarring, a person could never be sure of Doc’s mental state. Ryan was glad that this time he appeared to be affected by lust, instead of the usual madness that bordered on lunacy.

      “There’s an empty seat here next to me if you like,” Doc said, pulling back the chair

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