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and I reports and see if we can't find a basis for your outburst."
    Magnahs, Otten, and Timmerbach gave him dark looks.
    "I'm sorry, sir," Haget said.
    "The interruption was useful and timely. Saved me doing it myself."
    "There wasn't anything solid, sir. Just my conviction that there was something wrong."
    "Intuition?"
    "It was more that I couldn't manage an interrogation. Whenever I tried the methane breather, I became so repelled I fled."
    "But you went back."
    "And ran again."
    "And went back again. But I won't argue about standards you set yourself. What about the other one?"
    "It bothers me more. The methane breather is a creepy-crawlie. The other seemed all right. It didn't bother me. But I never got around to getting anything from it."
    WarAvocat asked Timmerbach, "Did your people have similar experiences?"
    "Yes, sir. I even ended up moving all passengers off B Deck. They couldn't stand it near the methane breather."
    "The other one?"
    "No problem. It didn't socialize. It just wanted to look at the worlds we visited."
    "Hunh. Commander Haget. Where did they come from? The methane breather has a commercially arranged temporary courier's credentials. The other has a Treaty World diplomatic pass."
    "
Gemina
didn't know the methane breather, sir, and only that there's a Closed Treaty arrangement with the homeworld of the other, the one the Travelers know as Seeker of the Lost Children."
    "Sounds like a job description."
    Third WatchMaster shrugged. "The methane breather calls itself Messenger. Seeker's home is the Closed Treaty System M. Meddinia, which is in the Sixth Presidency, near the Atlantean Rim. It's a fixture on the commercial runs in the Sixth and Second Presidencies. It's been traveling without a destination for several hundred years. Like the Chief says, it's unsociable. But it pays well to be carried around and left alone."
    WarAvocat nodded. "Thin. What about the other one?"
    "A colonial intelligence previously unknown in Canon space. Even ships that trade Outside didn't know it. It boarded at A. Chancelorii 3B on open itinerary."
    WarAvocat nodded. "Chief Timmerbach. Aren't the Manesa Systems, S.L. Manesica and B.L. Manesia, in the same Presidency as A. Chancelorii and M. Meddinia?"
    "They're neighbors, sir. All part of the same cluster. The Web there is a tangle, there are so many interconnections between anchor points."
    "And though it didn't cross paths with you till V. Rothica, the krekelen began its odyssey on the Cholot world S.L. Manesica 7. Interesting."
    The Chief just shrugged.
    WarAvocat leaned back, steepled his fingers. "The Deified say the chance of a connection between at least two of the aliens is close to unity."
    Third WatchMaster had begun to relax. He had done a good job. No blame on him if he could not find data that did not exist. Might even be a good mark when advancement reviews came up....The way WarAvocat looked at him aborted his confidence.
    Strate was going to shaft him.
    WarAvocat's thin lips stretched in what he thought was a comradely smile. "It won't be as bad as you think. You could end up elected to WarCrew without loss of grade."
    What the hell? "Sir?"
    "I thought you'd see it. The Deified want to go after this one.
VII Gemina
is headed for V. Rothica. While we're charging around looking for the krekelen's masters, I want you and a team with
Glorious Spent
."
    "Me and a team? Sir?"
    The soldier got it first. "Shee-it!" she muttered.
    "I'm going to put you aboard the Cholot Traveler. The Sergeant will go along. You'll stay out of sight. Legwork will be handled by people we'll borrow from P. Jaksonica 3B STASIS on a TAD contract. Otten, I want three good ops, preferably volunteers."
    Often's thoughts left specters on his face.
    WarAvocat continued, "The krekelen will be reprogrammed, set into Cholot shape, and put back aboard
Glorious Spent
."
    Magnahs, Otten, and Timmerbach sputtered. Klass swore softly. Timmerbach found his voice first. "Sir! You can't do this!"
    "We can