"Then I will go to Parizianski for help."
"It will do you no good."
"Why not? He's more human than you, right now."
"He will not help you, because he has the job. Vomact designated him to kill Adam Stone."
Martel stopped speaking in mid-movement. He suddenly took the stance, I thank you, brother, and I depart.
At the window he turned and faced the room. He saw that Vomact's eyes were upon him. He gave the stance, I thank you, brother, and I depart, and added the flourish of respect which is shown when Seniors are present. Vomact caught the sign, and Martel could see the cruel lips move. He thought he saw the words "...take good care of yourself...." but did not wait to inquire. He stepped backward and dropped out the window.
Once below the window and out of sight, he adjusted his aircoat to maximum speed. He swam lazily in the air, scanning himself thoroughly, and adjusting his adrenal intake down. He then made the movement of release, and felt the cold air rush past his face like running water.
Adam Stone had to be at Chief Downport.
Adam Stone had to be there.
Wouldn't Adam Stone be surprised in the night? Surprised to meet the strangest of beings, the first renegade among Scanners. (Martel suddenly appreciated that it was of himself he was thinking. Martel the Traitor to Scanners! That sounded strange and bad. But what of Martel, the Loyal to Mankind? Was that not compensation? And if he won, he won Luci. If he lost, he lost nothing—an unconsidered and expendable haberman. It happened to be himself. But in contrast to the immense reward, to Mankind, to the Confraternity, to Luci, what did that matter?)