"I expect faithful service, Drummer."
"I shall do my best."
"Good. Now, as to Brad Curtin."
Narval leaned back and entwined his fingers across his abdomen.
"I had him here a short time ago and questioned him under a psychic probe. He withstood the inquiry. The probe did not disclose any inconsistencies to my questions; therefore, I can only conclude he is what he claims to be. What is your opinion?"
"My talks with Brad and his companions led me to that conclusion."
"So be it then."
Narval's attention seemed to wander. He reached for a document on the desk, and he perused it as if his mind was elsewhere.
"Drummer," he said, raising his eyes, "I want you to give Brad a special assignment, and report to me periodically how it is progressing. Keep Brad's group together, but watch them, and report to me immediately of any suspicious activities. I've also ordered Scarf to keep an eye on Brad and his crew."
"Scarf? To what purpose?"