Tedor gave his papers to Sertant.
"Excellent. It's quite a coincidence you dropped in, Barwan. We've been looking for you."
"Really?"
"It will save us a lot of work."
Tedor was about to ask why, but Sertant began answering the question before he had the opportunity to ask it. Sertant reached into a draw of his desk, his hand emerging swiftly and with clear purpose, grasping a 20th century automatic pistol with comfortable familiarity and pointing it at Tedor.
"Sit down, Barwan."
Tedor sat.
"You're under arrest."
"This is crazy," Tedor snorted. "What for? By what authority? I think I outrank you as an Agent, anyway."
"I don't doubt you do."