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Updated: September 1, 2025
"I hadn't known the Assassin-President had given you a code word, Lord Virzal," he commented. "That doesn't happen very often." "The Assassin-President has honored me with his friendship," Verkan Vall replied noncommittally, as he, Dirzed and Olirzon climbed out of the airboat. Marnik was holding it an unobtrusive inch or so above the flat top of the dome, away from the edge of the pavilion roof.
Having already memorized his former wife's changed appearance, Verkan Vall concentrated on the man beside her until the picture faded. "All right, Olirzon; what did you get?" he asked. "Well, first of all, at Assassins' Hall," Olirzon said, rolling up his left sleeve, holding his bare forearm to the light, and shaving a few fine hairs from it to test the edge of his knife.
He was the man whose arm Dalla had been holding in the visiplate picture; Verkan Vall even recognized the extremely ornate pistol and knife on his belt. "Dirzed the Assassin," he named himself. "If you wish, we can visiphone Assassins' Hall for verification of my identity." "Lord Virzal of Verkan. And my Assassins, Marnik and Olirzon."
Marnik climbed in under the controls, with Olirzon beside him; Verkan Vall and Dirzed entered the rear seat. Dirzed gave Marnik the co-ordinate reference for their destination. "Now, what sort of a place is this, where we're going?" Verkan Vall asked. "And who's there whom we may or may not trust?"
Verkan Vall stooped and wiped the knife on the dead man's clothes another Khanga pirate gesture and then returned it to Olirzon. "Nice weapon, Olirzon," he said. "It fitted my hand as though I'd been born holding it." "You used it as though you had, Lord Virzal," the Assassin replied. "Only eight seconds from the time you closed with him."
A sudden happy smile touched Verkan Vall's eyes. He caught each of his Assassins by an arm. "Marnik, cover my back," he ordered. "Olirzon, cover everybody at the table. Come on!" Then he stepped forward, halting between the chairs of the young man and the man with the gray hair and facing the beefy man in the light tunic. "You!" he barked. "I mean YOU."
"They've double-crossed us!" he cried. "The servants of Starpha have turned on us." He holstered his pistol and snatched up his submachine-gun, taking cover behind the edge of the door and letting go with a burst in the direction of the lifter tubes. "Got that one!" he grunted. "What happened, Olirzon?" Verkan Vall asked, dropping the game bag on the table and hurrying across the room.
"That ties in with what you learned at Assassins' Hall," he said. "They're hiding out somewhere. Is there any chance of reaching Dirzed through the Society of Assassins?" Olirzon shook his head.
The young Assassin with the mustache and chin beard emerged from the descent tube, his weapons sheathed and his clasped hands extended in front of him in a peculiarly ecclesiastical-looking manner. Dirzed and Olirzon stepped out of the gun room, followed by Verkan Vall and Hadron Dalla. Olirzon had left his submachine-gun behind. They met the other Assassin by the rim of the fountain pool.
And these are your Assassins Olirzon, and Marnik." Verkan Vall hooked fingers and clapped shoulders with them. "Virzal of Verkan," he identified himself. "I am satisfied to intrust myself to you." "We'll do our best for you, Lord Virzal," the older of the pair, Olirzon, said.
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