"Routine precautions," Drummer said with a shrug. "This deck compartment is free of both sight and sound bugs. How did the inspection go? Are we prepared and on schedule?"
"A few glitches here and there, but nothing serious. I've instituted corrective actions, and we'll be ready."
Drummer nodded uneasily. Brad waited. Drummer's next words came with awkward hesitation.
"Ah — when Narval gave us his final orders, I — ah — sensed, correct me if I'm wrong, some misgivings on your part."
"Misgivings? What do you mean?"
"Before we proceed, I must have your word that whatever we discuss here will be held by you in the strictest confidence. Have I your word?"
Brad stared long and hard at Drummer. He thought back to Scarf's accusations and threats preceding the fight in the Charnel Pit. Did Drummer really support Narval? What was Drummer's real objective? Time was short; yet Brad had to be certain.
"You have my word."
"Now respond to my first statement."
"Affirmative."