judgment and came to the conclusion that Vir no doubt was his usual self. Certainly there was no hint of deceit or guile lurking in that perpetually hang-dog look of his. "You should be secured in your quarters, Vir."
"I know, I know! But, well... the problem is, my fiancee is supposed to have arrived on the station. I was looking for her."
"Your fiancee," said Lennier with genuine concern as Vir came nearer.
"I'm worried she may be hurt."
"A very reasonable concern," Lennier said worriedly. He glanced in the direction of Sheila and started to say, "I am aiding this woman at present, but as soon as I have attended to..."
That was when the iron bar struck.
Lennier never even saw it coming. Vir had slipped it out of his shirtsleeve with remarkable speed and dexterity the moment he'd gotten close enough to swing. The blow staggered Lennier but did not drop him, for he had half-turned his head and so his bone crest had absorbed some of the impact.
It was enough, however, to send him reeling, and as he tried to shake off the effects of the sneak attack, the Centauri struck again. This time the bar connected squarely with the unprotected front of Lennier's forehead. Caught completely off guard, Lennier crashed heavily to the ground.
He tried to lift his head. Succeeding, he saw, emerging from behind Vir, a man with a singularly demented expression on his face. He looked familiar to Lennier, and then recognition dawned: he was one of the people whom Lennier had encountered earlier in the corridor.
"Leo!" shrieked the woman.
Summoning all his willpower, Lennier tried to push himself to standing once more. But the man stepped forward and kicked Lennier viciously in the side of the head. This time when the Minbari went down, he stayed down, lying there