Piazza looked faintly surprised and slumped limply to the floor.
Stan smiled coldly at the others.
"I assume the rest of you can be counted on?"
After the others had left, the man in back walked up and introduced himself, flashing the small, fluorescent identity card that labeled him as having come from Thusca.
"Tanner." Stan frowned. "Funny, I think I've heard the name before but I can't place it."
"I met you briefly on Thusca," Tanner said easily.
Stan shook his head. "No, it's before then." He paused. "But that's impossible!"
Tanner raised his eyebrows. "Why?"
Stan looked surprised. "Didn't they tell you? Just before I started on this mission, I lost my memory. Crack on the head or something. I only saw two people before I left and they were busy filling me on what I was supposed to do here. Didn't have time to see the doctors." He walked to the liquor cabinet and started mixing himself a drink. "I'll be seeing Mr. Ainsworth and Mr. Malcolm in a few months and maybe they can help me then."
"You don't think your memory is liable to come back ... here, do you?" Tanner asked curiously.