How can I hope to reason with that? I
can’t—I’m not part of them, I’m outside their unity and he’ll never
trust us, never trust me.My best bet is to appeal to
Conlan, get him on our side, get him to talk some sense into his
friends. Ellington will listen to him, if I can just get Conlan
alone long enough to convince him that Shanley canland.
And we can go free,I keep telling myself as I follow them
into the comm center.
Two techs man the radio, the woman who was
here when Ellington took us on his tour yesterday and a young
blonde man I don’t recall seeing before. “They’re still standing
by,” the woman says as we enter. She speaks in clipped tones that
leave no room for argument, and she doesn’t quite look at me, just
relinquishes her seat without a word as I’m led to the radio.
Trepidatiously, I sink into her chair. I
look up at Ellington—what’s he want me to do? Just hail them, say
hi? Who’s on the other end of this transmission? A little help