A tiny hum drifted through the window. Into the opening, timidly, edged a small, hovering shape.
"Okay," said Taranto in a low voice, even though he knew the room was being scanned by an infra-red detector.
The shape blossomed out with a midget light. Enough of the glow was reflected from the adobe walls to reveal that a miniature flying mechanism the size of a man's hand had landed on the window ledge. After a moment, its rotors ceased their whirring. Taranto jabbed backward with an elbow as he heard Meyers creep up behind him.
"Listen at the door, dammit!" he snarled. "All we need is to get caught at this, an' we'll be here till they turn out the sun!"
"Taranto!" piped a tiny voice from the machine. "Are you ready, Taranto?"
"Go ahead!"
"Two pills coming out of the hold." The voice was clear enough in the stillness of the Syssokan night.
A hatch in the belly of the little flyer slid back. Two capsules spilled out on the window ledge. Taranto scooped them up.
"You each take one, with water," instructed the voice. "Better wait till just before dawn. You told me they bring your food an hour later."
"That's right," whispered Taranto.