Tammy awoke to find Connor sitting on a chair in the bedroom, watching her. It startled her for a moment before she saw the compassion in his eyes. She wondered what he was thinking. Tammy hoped to start the morning in a better frame of mind than she had ended the evening.
"Good morning grumpy."
Connor gave a half-laugh.
"Good morning. I'd have made you breakfast to apologise but, as you see, I am in serious need of a shower."
Tammy suddenly realised that Connor was covered inearth and grass.
"What have you been up to this morning?"
"Just a little digging in the garden, burying some waste we had lying around. Come on, I'll race you to the shower. The loser has to scrub the winner's back."
As the bathroom door closed behind them Connor tapped Tammy on her shoulder. When she turned round she saw the most serious look on his face that he had ever shown.
"You have to listen to me Tammy. Bastion knows enough about me to know I am too dangerous to be allowed to live. I staged that argument last night in order to have us separate when his goons arrived and, thanks to a little preparedness, I am glad to say that I survived their close personal attention. If I had not been pre-warned I would have been dead."
Tammy had felt that this moment would come but she was not prepared for it to have arrived so quickly.
"How were you warned? They have every inch of our lives, apart from this room, under total surveillance."
Connor attempted a smile but his adrenaline would not permit even the fake mark of relaxation to grace his lips.
"That's their weakness. Their coverage it too total.They have this place wired up like Green's office, just on the off chance that one of their agents might drive you home I guess. Anyway, they use hypersonic channels that are beamed directly into the inner ear in order to communicate. The one thing they have never thought they might need is a network to detect the same thing because, under normal circumstances, their victims do not even know they exist much less try to use such sophisticated techniques. My friends were able to use their own network to beam a warning to me."
Tammy had always assumed Connor worked alone.
"Friends?"
"Like-minded individuals with no love for the Guild, free-lancers who have managed to avoid detection by working in small, seemingly unconnected groups. They know as much about the Guild as anyone outside it, even the names and faces of some of their agents. I got lucky last night. One of the units we had tagged was activated and my friends were able to follow them to the house. I am playing a dangerous game though and I wanted you know that, if I fail, your life will be measured in days. When they get bored of you that's it."
Tammy held Connor more in need of support than in a gesture of support.
"What are you going to do?"
"Bastion is the key. I've made this personal between him and me and now it's a game of attrition. Did you ever read about Moses?"
"Yes, the one with the staff and the split-river thing."
"I'm doing the Moses-manoeuvre. Calling down plagues on Bastion until the pain is no longer worth holding onto those that I wish to liberate. Last night Pharaoh said no but I am sure our paths will cross again today. Today, I feel, will make or break one of us."
"Can I help?"
Connor stroked her face lovingly.
"The best thing you can do my sweet is to stay safe and that means playing along. Go do what Green wants today and keep your head down. I promise you that Green will suffer when Bastion falls but, for the moment, he is still not a man you want the audience to see you disappoint. Now, let's shower quickly and get moving."
Bastion watched Connor and Tammy as they left the house. By the time Connor had started the car Bastion had dialled a number on his mobile. It rang twice before it was answered.
"Hello?"
"Hello old friend. It's Bastion."
There was a shocked pause at the other end before a cautious acknowledgement.
"Long time, no speak Bastion. Everything ok?"
"Can you still shoot?"
"Sorry?"
Bastion spoke with patience of a parent explaining why potty-training is a good idea.
"Can you still shoot a rifle as well as you used to?"
The voice sounded offended.
"Of course. I retired, I did not lose an arm."
"Then I have a chance for you to do some powerful friends of mine a favour. If you accept a job from me they will make you a very rich man indeed. The only provisos are that you must get to Lexington by this afternoon, you are not allowed to use anyone else and you must shoot the target without question."
Another pause followed.
"I don't know about that. Lexington is a hell of a way from here and I normally insist on having a spotter alongside me."
"When you look outside your house you will see a car and a driver. They will take you to a waiting private plane. You will be here by noon and you will be provided with your favourite weapon. It will be pre-calibrated to what I know are your preferences. For certain reasons I need to keep the numbers down to a bare minimum, so you will have to shoot alone. I know you can do it or I would not have called you. You are the finest shot in the land."
He thought.
"Ok, but only as a special favour to you Bastion. I am on my way."
Bastion closed the cell-phone with a snap of triumph. He opened a channel to Aegis, who sounded sleepy when he answered.
"Yes Bastion? News for me?"
"Sorry to wake you Aegis."
"That presupposes I managed to get some sleep last night Bastion. You may have slept soundly but I can assure you that with the Connor situation unresolved I did not."
"It will be over very soon. I have just arranged for a friend to execute Connor."
"Which one of our units is he from?"