CHAPTER FIVE PART THREE A ANTON TEIS
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CHAPTER FIVE PART THREE A ANTON TEIS
The word mule refers to prisoners
The deepening mystery regarding the information on the escape caused Teis to raise his right brow. “Very unusual, Chief Analyzer.” He rubbed his chin with a thorough slowness as if expecting the answers to jump from the screen and organize his thoughts. “They were interred long enough for their physical appearance to show positive snow addiction, yet neither have the facial characteristics of dependence. Interesting.” He began to chew his lower lip. Time, exposure and hard labor should have generated full-blown addiction by the second week. And how did they find twelve mules to escape with them? Something is definitely wrong. I don’t like this. Preliminary reports state they were killed in a battle with HKs. Teis sat back heavily in his grav-chair, a lone bead of sweat above his left temple slowly trickling down the side of his face and into his ear, causing it to itch.
Teis rubbed his ear. He held no doubts this was an Alliance-backed escape. No signs of addiction for the twelve mules joining the escape, somehow procuring foot gear and weapons, before destroying the HKs. “I swear on my wife’s grave that the last two mules are Alliance warriors. They have to be, yet their faces show no signs of addiction. But how did two warriors smuggle in enough chemicals to negate the mule’s addiction? If the Alliance possesses such technology it could generate future problems for the Kingdom.
Sitting on the edge of the grav-chair, Teis read the information a second time in the vain hope he would gain a deeper insight to what had taken place. He couldn’t. A dark, menacing pathos gripped his mind. “If the twelve mules were not addicted when they escaped, and the last two captured mules were Alliance warriors, then what was the end point of their mission? Verifiers counted fourteen mules, but the stalkers could find only twelve. Why?” Teis sat back into his chair, as if by doing so, the answers he desperately sought would make themselves known.
Scenario after scenario flooded his mind and just as quickly as they had entered, faded into a growing frustration that presented him with one remaining option. “Computer initiate command code Zeta-Zeta-2. If anyone will have the information I need, it will be Kiaria. Her position deep within the Alliance may provide the answers I seek.”
After twenty minutes the chimes sounded. Teis smiled as he watched a woman’s round, beautiful face appear on the gemplasma screen. “Anton, it is good to see you. You must require our services, no?”
Teis nodded, the knot in his stomach growing tighter by the moment. “It is good to see you as well, Kiaria.”
“And what do you require from me, Chief Analyzer? Because you have contacted me directly, I must assume your request is urgent. Am I correct, Anton?”
A slight grin locked into the corners of his mouth, Teis spoke: “Yes, Kiaria you are. I need all possible information on the following two mules, priority urgent. I’m sending their encrypted data files and holographic images now.”
“What are you hoping to find, Anton? You must admit this is an unusual request for only two escaped mules, is it not?
Teis’s grin broadened into a smile. “One could say that Kiaria, but have you ever known me to make such a request if circumstances did not warrant such?”
“No, Anton, I have not. How serious is this request?”
“Ah, I can see you still have the curiosity of a cat, Kiaria. I need definitive proof that both escaped mules were Alliance Warriors and second, why they chose to escape from my complex.”
“I’m looking at the information now. Hmmn, they appear to have taken great efforts to look like gypsum prospectors. To answer why they allowed themselves to be captured only to escape may be buried too deep, even for me, Anton. I will do what I can, but I must be careful not to raise any suspicions.”
“My thoughts exactly, Kiaria. I need to know who they are in order to determine their intent.”
“In all probability, with the information you have provided, they appear to be military. I will do what I can, Anton, but it may take some time. Even with my security clearance, the information may be buried too deep.”
“I trust your judgment and expertise, Kiaria. You have yet to fail me.”
“And I yours, Chief Analyzer.
Teis pushed the transmit button and watched her image fade from view. And now you must wait, Chief Analyzer.
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