“We’ve got them,” she said as Marc let Maiair into the other chamber.
Yooyar was with her, and both had their headcrests at full display. Marc was pretty sure what that signified among the Warreth, but now was really not the time.
“Where?” he asked. “And are you sure?”
There had been a couple of false alarms so far today. Those two Constables were getting progressively less communicative with the local cops, which suggested that they had finally figured out what was wrong. Probably, they were on the verge of cleaning up the local police and Constabulary, which would seriously dent his operations on this planet, but that was a problem for tomorrow.
Today, he needed to kill Gareth Dankworth. After that, he had time to put longer-term plans into action.
“We leaned extra heavy on someone who should have told us sooner,” Yooyar said with the sort of grim tone that suggested she just might be capable of killing in cold blood, which made her a rarity in the Accord of Souls. If she could do that, he would have as much work for the young Warreth as she wanted to undertake. “When we threatened to hand him over to the cops, he gave us an address. Supposedly, around two years ago Liamssen hired him to build her a secret lab not far from the university campus.”
“Good,” Marc exclaimed. “If it really is the place, then we’ll turn him over to the Constables later for holding out on us now. If not, I want you to kill him. I’m done playing around and the stakes are too high right now.”
“Who do we take with us?” Maiair asked the million-credit-question.
Who did he trust, when he was about to take on a human? Maiair had been right. Most of the team he brought to Hurquar were only really dangerous to their own kind, those inside the Accord of Souls.
What he really needed were killers. Men he had used back on Earth.
This group would have to do.
“Get me a driver who knows his stuff,” Marc commanded. “You two, plus Zorge. Bring stunners only, as I may need to torture information out of the four of them later, and I want them all alive for now.”
Yooyar nodded and departed. Maiair waited an extra second, as if about to say something, before she nodded and departed as well.
The way the women had reacted to the word torture just exacerbated the difference between the human, ruling caste he would need to build later, and the pitiful pacifists that had inherited the galaxy from those people who really should have done something about humans fifty thousand years ago.
That, or they needed to come back now and set it to right.
The failure of the Chaa to stop him was evidence enough to Marc that he was indeed destined to live forever and rule the galaxy as a newly-born god.