“Yes?”

“There is a communication for you, sir. The caller claimed urgency. Will you follow me?”

“Yes. Will you excuse me, my dear?” Aelock asked gallantly, standing up.

Lunzie simpered at him, using a little of the ambient flamboyance in her role of evening companion. “Hurry back.” She waggled her fingers coyly after him.

The darkeyed employee glanced back at her, and ran a pale tan tongue over his lips. Lunzie was offended at his open scrutiny, hoping that he wasn’t going to make a pest of himself while Aelock was away. She didn’t want to attract attention to them by defending herself from harassment. To her relief, he turned away, and led the captain to the back of the restaurant.

Alone briefly, Lunzie felt it perfectly in character to glance at the other diners in the restaurant, wondering which of them, if any, could be the mysterious contact. She didn’t notice anyone getting up to follow Aelock out, but of course the snitch would have been careful to leave a sufficient interval before having him summoned. She also didn’t notice anyone surreptitiously watching their table, or her.

She was a minor player in a very dangerous game in which the opponents were ruthless. Lunzie tried not to worry, tried to concentrate on the excellence of her appetizer. One life more or less was nothing to the pirates who slaughtered millions carelessly. But if the captain’s part was suspected, his life would be forfeit. When Aelock reappeared at last through the hanging vegetation, she looked a question at him. He nodded guardedly, inclining his head imperceptibly. She relaxed.

“I was thinking of ordering another drink with the entree. Will you join me?”

“A splendid notion. My throat is unaccountably dry,” Aelock agreed. “Such good company on such a fine evening calls for a little indulgence.” He pushed the service button on the edge of the table. He had been successful.

Lunzie controlled a surge of curiosity as discretion overcame stupidity. It was far wiser to wait until they were safely back on the base.

“By the way, what do you plan to do next, now that you’re no longer employed by Destiny Cruise Lines?” Aelock asked. “Most of the others are already on their way to other jobs. That is, the ones who aren’t staying here to sue the Paraden Company.”

Lunzie smiled brightly. “In fact, I’ve just been checking some leads through the library computer,” she said and summarised her afternoon’s activities. “I do know that I absolutely do not want to stay on this planet - for all the reasons you gave, and more, but especially the pollution. I have this constant urge to irrigate my eyes.”

Aelock plucked a large clean handkerchief out of his pocket and deposited it before Lunzie. “I understand completely. I’m a native, so I’m immune, but the unlucky visitor has the same reaction. Tell me, did you enjoy working as a commercial ship’s medic?”

“Oh, yes. I could get to like that sort of a life very easily. I was very well treated. I was assigned a luxury cabin, all perks, far beyond this humble person’s usual means. Not to mention a laboratory out of my dreams, plus a full medical library,” Lunzie replied enthusiastically. “I got the chance to copy out some tests on neurological disorders that I had never seen before in all my research. Interesting people, too. I enjoyed meeting the Admiral, and most of the others I encountered during those two months. I wouldn’t mind another stint of that at all. Temporary positions pay better than permanent employ.”

Aelock grinned and there was something more lurking in his eyes that made Lunzie wonder if this was just casual conversation.

“Hear, hear. See the galaxy. And you wouldn’t have to stay with a company long if you don’t care for the way they treat you.”

“Just so long as I don’t get tossed into deepsleep again. I’m so out of date now that if I go down again, no one will be able to understand me when I speak. I’d have to be completely retrained, or take a menial position mixing medicines.”

“It’s against all the odds to happen again, Lunzie,” Aelock assured her.

‘The odds are exactly the same for me as anybody else,” Lunzie said darkly - “and bad things come in threes,” she added suddenly as she remembered the whispers in the Officers’ Mess.

The captain shook his head wryly. “Good things should come in threes, too.”

“Gracious citizens, the main course.”

Their server appeared before them, touching his forehead in salute. Lunzie and Aelock looked up at him expectantly. Apparently not entirely familiar with his waiter’s uniform, the server swirled aside his huge cape with one hand as, with the other, he started to draw a small weapon that had been concealed in his broad sash.

But Aelock was fast. “Needlegun!” he snarled as he threw his arm across the table to knock Lunzie to the floor and then dove out of the other side of their seat in a ground-hugging roll. Startled, the pale-faced humanoid completed his draw too late and the silent dart struck the back of the seat where Aelock had been a split second before. With a roar and a flash of flame, the booth blew up. The ridiculous cloak swirling behind him, the server turned and ran.

The frightened patrons around them leaped out of their seats, screaming. With remarkable agility, the captain sprang to his feet and pursued the pasty-faced man toward the back of the restaurant. There was a concerted rush for the door by terrified diners and the musicians. Smoke and bits of debris filled the room.

Summoning Discipline, Lunzie burst out from under the shadow of the false cliff where Aelock’s push had landed her, intending to follow Aelock and help him stop his would-be assassin. As she gained her feet, someone behind her threw one arm around her neck and squeezed, grabbing for her wrist with the other hand. Lunzie strained to see her assailant. It was the other pale-faced employee, his eyes glittering as he pressed in on her windpipe.

She tried to get her arms free, but the silk folds of his costume restricted her. Polymer boots weren’t very suitable for stomping insteps so she opted for raking her heel down the man’s shins and ramming the sole down onto the tendons joining foot and ankle. With a growl of pain, he gripped her throat tighter.

Lunzie promptly shot an elbow backward into his midsection, and was rewarded by an oof. His grip loosened slightly and she turned in his grasp, freeing her wrist. Growling, he tightened his arms to crush her. She jabbed for the pressure points on the rib cage under his arms with her thumbs, and brought a knee up between his legs, on the chance that whatever this humanoid’s heritage, it hadn’t robbed her of a sensitive point of attack. It hadn’t. As he folded, Lunzie delivered a solid chop to the back of his neck with her stiffened hand. He collapsed in a heap, and she ran for the door of the restaurant, shouting for a peace officer.

The local authorities had been alerted to the fire and disturbance in Colchie’s. A host of uniformed officers had arrived in a groundvan, and were collecting reports from the frightened, coughing patrons milling on the street.

“An assassin,” Lunzie explained excitedly to the officer who followed her back into the smoke-filled building. “He attacked me but I managed to disable him. His partner tried to shoot my dinner companion with a needlegun.”

“A needlegun?” the officer reported in disbelief. “Are you sure what you saw? Those are illegal on this planet.”

“A most sensible measure,” Lunzie replied grimly. “But that’s what blew up our booth. There, he’s getting up again! Stop him!”

She pointed at the gaily costumed being, who was slowly climbing to his feet. In a couple of strides, the peace officer had caught up with Lunzie’s attacker and seized him by the arm. The assassin snarled and squirmed loose, brandishing a shimmering blade - then folded yet again as the officer’s stunner discharged into his sternum. The limp assassin was carried off by a pair of officers who had just arrived to back up their colleague.

“Citizen,” the first one said to her, “I’ll need a report from you.”

While Lunzie was giving her report to the peace officer. Captain Aelock came out the front of the restaurant with the other assassin in an armlock. The captain’s tunic was torn, and his thick gray hair was dishevelled. She noticed blood on his face and streaking down one sleeve.

The assassin joined his quiescent partner in the groundvan while the captain took the report officer aside and made a private explanation.

“I see, sir,” the Alphan said, respectfully, giving a half salute. “We’ll contact FSP Fleet Command if we need any further details from you.”