Page 34 of Neverwylde 6
“What are you thinking?” Baffrey inquired. “What if they don’t know the exact location of that tegris?”
“I think they do, or at least have a vague idea. But I’m calling them in to let them know what we’ve found…among a couple of other things.”
Williamsburg scrutinized him. “Such as?”
Pfeiffer turned his attention to Baffrey. “Would you have any objections to me offering sanctuary to our…guests?” Again, he checked for first reactions, especially the major’s. The man was a lousy poker player because his face was more expressive than a four-credit pulp novel. Baffrey’s eyebrow went up in surprise, but there was no overt resentment. Not when the chemical interrogations had made it clear the crew of the outpost had nothing to fear from them.
“Charles?” Pfeiffer prodded.
“You’ll have to give the Seneecians diplomatic status. Or else you’re going to have a bunch of nervous and trigger-happy people keeping an eye out for them.”
It was a sound suggestion. “Okay. I like it.”
“Do you need us to go? Or stay?” Williamsburg questioned. Pfeiffer got the impression the lieutenant colonel wanted to remain. He gave a single nod.
“You two may stay. I may need to pick your brains again after I’m done.”
Now that he’d made a decision, it was time to come up with a plan of action, something he was looking forward to with great anticipation.
Sitting back in his chair, he waited for the twogueststo be brought to him.
