Chapter 37: Vyo the Spy

The next seventeen hours were the hardest, one quick spin of the world Nuerjal about its axis. Sky stayed in the bar, an enormous risk. Jenkins stayed with one of the girls. Halverson trailed Vyo to the barracks of the New Peoples Fleet, a square of quick-built pole barns squeezed between the terminal compound and the warehouses that crowded down everywhere near the landing tarmac.

He sat in an alley and watched Vyo become lost in a mill of identical uniforms about the new buildings. He sat and watched for a few hours more, trying to notice any change on the rhythm of activity about the place, discerned nothing. No one came. No group of armed soldiers to capture the escaped spy. He stayed the muggy night through, had a midnight supper at a greasy diner, then moving constantly to dodge the more unsavory elements of nightlife in the Quarter.