agents-biologists working as law - enforcement agents who'd been trained to
recognize illegally obtained wildlife a rt ifacts."
He opened the case again. In it was the feathered skin. Tesa was drawn by
its beauty, but repelled by its b ru tal o ri gin. Rob gestured for her to take it.
Reverently she spread it between them on the couch, marveling at its size.
Here was the long white neck , with tiny black feathers where the head
had been joined, and bits of the knubby red skin that made the c ro wn,
now an ashy plum color. There we re the impossibly huge wings . Tesa shudde re d as her hand
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touched the black primaries and she felt the delicate bones that made the
three-fingered, almost palmless hand.
How could anyone do this? There were ragged tear holes by the spine.
"When this was confiscated," Rob signed, "it had a datacard identifying it as a genetic reconstruction. The card was an incredibly sophisticated
counterfeit that got the skin past a lot of spaceport checkpoints. We traced it
as far back as we could, but the trail died when it entered Sorozssow
Sector."
Tesa started in surprise. Rob had spelled the Mizari word that most Terrans
translated to Sorrow or Outlaw Sector. Literally, the Mizari word meant
"place outside the law," or "place with no ethics," since, to the Mizari, law and personal ethics were one and the same. It was all the more astounding
that the notorious criminal underworld operating out of a mysterious, distant
cluster of systems was supposedly run by a very old Mizari-a Mizari without
ethics. To Tesa's knowledge, the ancient renegade had never actually been
seen, but then, no law officer or journalist who'd entered Sorrow undercover
had ever emerged to confirm or deny his existence.
Sorrow Sector was home to anyone needing refuge from the law and willing
to support the operations of its network, which included the best in illegal
technology. In Sorrow Sector, everything was available-for the right price.
"When Scott and Meg found out about the skins," Rob signed, "they were
stunned. Because of the connection to Sorozssow, no one can find out
who's obtaining the skins, how they're getting off-planet, or who's fencing
them. Those marks on the hide are from a predator attack, so it was
presumed at first that privateers had found the planet, and were stealing
dead Grus from predators and salvaging the skins." He paused for a
moment.
"However," Rob signed, "things are getting worse. Lately, flawless skins have been impounded-hides that could've only come from Grus killed with
modern weapons. Of course, our staff isn't permitted to have weapons, so
they're exonerated."
"Aren't the League Irenics doing anything?" Tesa asked. The CLS
peacekeepers were charged with protecting intelligent life.
Rob nodded. "Meg and Scott petitioned the CLS board for protective status
for the Grus until the First Contact could be resolved. However, a Terran on
the board vetoed that request."
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Tesa's eyes widened indignantly. "What the hel for?" Rob smiled ruefully.
"Because , of the two Terrans on the board, one is a past president of Jamestown Founders. She, and others like her, believe that membership will
severely limit Earth's ability to colonize newly discovered planets. If the CLS
intervenes on Trinity, it could set a precedent, giving the CLS a say in all
Earth's colonizing expeditions. If the Grus aren't intelligent , Trinity belongs to Earth-and Jamestown Founders. If the CLS steps in now, Trinity might
never belong to anyone."
Tesa felt as though she'd traveled back in time and was hearing Columbus
tell Queen Isabella how he had "discovere d" an inhabited continent , and how all its re sources we re now hers.
"The corporations' opponents," Rob continued, "insist the companies would be happy to thumb their noses at CLS membership and all it represents in
long-term achievements just so they can have unfettered opportunities to
pursue short-term profits."
Tesa