I wasn’t
too happy about leaving Outsider, not only because I didn’t get to see the looks on
their faces when I vanished. I was also a little worried about my reception if
I ever went back … and I fully intended to go back.
Would
they shoot me on sight? No, I knew enough about them to trust that they
wouldn’t do that. But how would they
react?
And when
should I go back? I mean, when in their
time: right after I left?
After
mulling it over for a few days, I decided to give them a day or two to think it
over. Then I gave Mac specific
instructions before we set out.
When
Captain Lamont decided to turn in that evening, he found me in his cabin,
sitting on the sofa. He hesitated in the doorway, but I did my best to appear
non-threatening so he entered the room. He left the door ajar, though.
“I see
that having armed guards in the corridor wasn’t effective,” he said as he took
a seat at the desk across the room. He set his radio on the desk, within reach.
“Sorry,”
I said. “Listen to me: if you tell me never to come back, I’ll do what you ask.
But here’s the thing: I just won’t be visible. I’ll still be around, but you
won’t be able to see me.”
He
frowned.
“Oh,
come on,” I said. “Obviously not when
anyone’s in the shower or stuff like that. And I don’t do sex scenes.”
That
much is true, I’m sorry to say. That’s probably why sales aren’t a little
better.
His
frown was still there.
“I don’t
like spies,” he said.
“Yes, I understand,”
I said, “but authors don’t really have a choice, do they? They have to watch
someone or what will they write about? You’re just unfortunate that I
discovered you and your crew, that’s all.”
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