Saxon leaped backward, threatening the N.P.A.'s flabbergasted assistant as well as the girl.
"Don't move! Either of you."
The N.P.A.'s assistant was obviously terrified and had no intention of budging.
"Oh, my skirt!" Ileth's wild thought came clear as a bell to Saxon, and the girl rolled her eyes toward her feet, where the cloth lay in a black ring. But she didn't move.
Saxon grinned. "Obviously," he said, "you haven't any weapon concealed about yourself. You can pick up your skirt, Ileth."
She snatched it about her waist again, holding the foot long tear together with her hand.
"I'm leaving," he said, "but remember, I can read your thoughts. If either of you make a move towards that audio during the next ten minutes, I'll pop back in and fill you as full of darts as a porcupine."
And he backed, still grinning, through the door.
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