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made rapid progress in the direction the brewer had indicated. She had just reached the next parallel road when she heard the sound of air brakes engaging and considerable shouting. She ducked around the corner and was on another deserted block. When she heard the pounding of booted feet, she realized that she might not have time to explain her possession of the illegally brewed beer if she was caught out on the streets. The first door she approached was locked and her quick rap met with no response. The second door was jerked open just as she got to it. She needed no urging to step into the sanctuary. Indeed, not a moment too soon for the searchers came pounding around the corner and stormed past the door. That was a bit foolish, if you ask me, said the woman beside her in a hoarse accusation. You may be an alien but that wouldnt matter to them did they apprehend you down here. She gestured for Killashandra to follow her to the rear of the little house. You must have some thirst to go roaming about Gartertown in search of quenching. There are places which legally serve drink, you know. I didnt, but if you could tell me Not that the hours you can drink are that convenient, and our brews superior to anything out of the Bascum. The water, you know! This way. Killashandra paused because a crate of the illegal bottling was sitting in the middle of the floor of the rear room, right by a section of flooring which had been removed. Give me a hand, would you? They might do a house-to-house if theyre feeling particularly officious. Killashandra willingly complied and, when the crate was stored, the section replaced, the hiding place was indistinguishable. Dont like to rush a bodys enjoyment of a brew, but Killashandra would have preferred to savor the second bottle, but she downed it in three long swallows. The woman took the empty and chucked it toward the disposal. With a loud crunch the evidence was disposed of. Killashandra drew her fingers down the corners of her mouth, and then belched yeastily. The woman took a position by her door, ear to the panel, listening intently. She jumped back just as the door swung in wide enough to admit a fall figure. They were recalled, the man said. And theres some sort of search going on in the City He broke off then because he had turned and caught sight of Killashandra standing in the doorway. She was as motionless with surprise as he for she recognized digital camera stores in spokane wa him, by garb and stance, as the young man from the infirmary corridor. He recovered first while Killashandra was considering the advisability of dissembling. Youre making this far too easy, he said cryptically, striding up to her. Surprised, she saw only his fist before a stunning blackness overcame her. She roused the first time, aware of a stuffy atmosphere, the soreness of her jaw, and that her hands and feet were tied. She groaned, and before she could open her eyes, she felt a sudden pressure on her arm and her senses reeled once more back into unconsciousness. She was still tied when she woke the second time, with an awful taste in her mouth and the tang of salt in her nostrils. She could hear the hiss of wind and the slap of water not far from her ears. Cautiously she opened her eyes a slit. She was on a boat, all right, in an upper berth in a small cabin. She was aware of another presence in the room but dared not signal her consciousness by sound or movement. Her jaw still ached though not, she thought, as much as on her previous awakening. Whatever drug they had given her was compounded with a muscle relaxant, for she felt exceedingly limp. So why did they bother to keep her bound? She heard footsteps approaching the cabin and controlled her breathing to the slow regularity of the sleeper just as an outer hatch was flung open. Spray beaded her face. A warm spray so that her muscles did not betray her. No sign? No. See for yourself. Hasnt moved a muscle. You didnt give her too much, did you? Those singers have different metabolisms. The inquisitor snorted. Not that different, no matter what she said about alcoholic intake. Amusement rippled in his voice as he approached the bed. Killashandra forced herself to remain limp though anger began to boil away the medically induced tranquillity as she reacted to the fact that she, a member of the Heptite Guild, a crystal singer, had been kidnapped. On the other hand, her kidnapping seemed to indicate that not everyone was content to remain on Optheria. Or did it? Strong fingers gripped her chin, the thumb pressing painfully on the bruise for a moment, before the fingers slid to the pulse-beat in her throat. She kept her neck muscles lax to permit this handling. Feigning unconsciousness might result in unguarded explanations being exchanged over her inert body. And she needed some before she made her move. That was some