entered the locker room at the end of the crawler bay, and as Anna stripped down to her underwear and pulled on an orange jumpsuit, she realized that she was wasting her time with distractions, with the probe, Donne, Hidalgo. Donne was not responsible for the missing orbiter. Those were beyond her power. The creatures of for the missing egg. Donne was not responsible for the missing orbiter. Those were beyond her power.
The creatures of blackness and stars had been watching, and had been acting, quietly, carefully. As Morden had pointed out, it was often easier to go about one's business quietly. She had to forget the distractions and do her job, study the artifacts left behind, deduce the culture of those who had left them, recon-stitute their behavior, recapture their thoughts. Their lives depended on it. Across from her, Morden zipped up his jumpsuit, tucking his necklace within it.
"We've got Marco," Garibaldi said.
"You've got him?
You just made my day. On the Babcom monitor in Jeff's office, Garibaldi's lips twisted to the side. A bad sign, Jeff had learned.
"There's just one thing."
"He was selling stims to the Brakiri high holy priestess at the time..."
"The Ribkiri," a Brakiri standing behind Garibaldi interrupted.
"Right, this Ribkiri, and the whole thing is threatening to turn into a big diplomatic incident."
Jeff smiled again, refusing to let go of the good feelings.
"So you caught Marco."
If he let every little thing get to him, he wouldn't even make it to the dedication ceremony.
"Did you hear what I said, Jeff?"
"Thank you, Michael. I have every confidence in your abilities to resolve the situation. If you need any help, just let me know. Out."
No sooner had Garibaldi's