The next morning, after an unenthusiastic breakfast, they found themselves standing in the antiseptic-white chamber, before the looming, impersonal intricacy of the machine.
“Would you like to practice with it?” Leoh asked.
Hector shook his head. “Maybe later.”
The phone chimed in Leoh’s office. They both went in. Geri Dulaq’s face showed on the tri-di screen.
“I have just heard the news. I did not know that Lieutenant Hector has challenged Odal.” Her face was a mixture of concern and reluctance.
“He challenged Odal,” Leoh answered, “to prevent the assassin from challenging me.”
“Oh—You are a very brave man, lieutenant.”
Hector’s face went through various contortions and slowly turned a definite red, but no words issued from his mouth.
“Have you reconsidered your decision?” Leoh asked.
The girl closed her eyes briefly, then said flatly, “I am afraid I cannot change my decision. My father’s safety is my first responsibility. I am sorry.”