"What if we
don't give him a choice?" Crow asked.
Rebecca
laughed with a shrill caw that made the ravens glare at her for a moment before
they resumed cataloging the detritus. "What are we going to, chloroform the
robot? Taser the droid? How the hell do you knock out a senti anyway?"
"There are
ways." Crow said, sounding much more confident than he felt. "I could rig up
something in a couple of days if I needed to. But I think it would be simpler
all around to just lie to him. He's very naïve you know. If we had a good
enough story laid out, he'd believe it."
Rebecca
blinked. "But that would be wrong." They both broke into unexpected laughter.
The heavy
steel door of the roof creaked open behind them and a half dozen black
uniformed men streamed out, rifles ready to protect the suit in their midst who
wore one hell of an expensive Italian suit, along with unnecessary sunglasses
and a silk tie that shimmered with some sort of metallic abstract design.
"Shit, I
thought you were kidding about the bugs." Rebecca said.
"I was, sort
of." Crow said, mystified. "But who'd have thunk they'd bug the entire roof of
the hotel?"
"Maybe they
stuck the bug in your clothes." Rebecca said. "Maybe it's in your underwear."
"Can't be
that." Crow shook his head. "I never wear underwear. Mostly to avoid the risk
of surveillance equipment."
The uniforms
spread out around them in a canopy of gun cover, comfortingly pointed outwards
this time, Crow was grateful to note. The suit strode up, glanced at Rebecca
and then fixed on Crow. He did not bother to remove his sun glasses or offer a
hand. "Dr. Daedalus?" He asked and went on without waiting for a response. "I'm
Karros, Director of the FBI."
"Wait, I
thought Stillwell was director?" Crow broke in.
"Director
Stillwell committed suicide last week. And that's the only detail that is
non-classified." Karros said. "I am interim director, and I have been sent to
retrieve you for an immediate project."
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