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After the first flush, I'd been tempted to disappear and try to reason with Baldur and company, but the thought of all the high-tech goodies of Sinopol being brought to bear on Baldur and me dissuaded me, as did the thought that Heimdall just might have recommended a tour on Hell for calling attention to the Guard.

The two bullies had immediately gone for the difference, just like Baldur had said they would.

I took the path toward the nearest narrow corridor, and the instant I was alone, slid undertime and straight for Baldur's room.

Simple when I thought about it, and another reason why Baldur needed a good diver with him.

I could have made it out through the undertime before being fried—maybe—but there was no way Baldur could have.

All my doubling back and forth counted, which meant that Baldur would arrive back at the Travel Hall sooner than I would.

I was familiar with Freyda, Athene, Baldur, who'd taught us Maintenance as trainees, Odinthor, and, of course, Heimdall.

As Baldur had pointed out, repairs were usually more efficient than sending trainees and junior Guards all over time to pick up more and more hardware.

After the Glammis pickup, the incident with Heimdall, Baldur's comments, she'd slipped my mind.

I made the Tower in a quick slide and hustled down the ramps from the West Portal to see what Baldur had come up with.

I should have checked in with Assignments, but I could claim I was acting under Baldur's orders if anyone complained.

I went to Baldur and asked his permission to spend part of each day training with Sammis to improve my skills.

On the other hand, Eranas wasn't going around announcing Baldur's disappearance.

I hadn't thought Baldur had been with the Guard twenty thousand years, but I supposed it wasn't all that surprising.

I didn't want to believe that Baldur, who was so concerned about the future of Quest and Query, would off and take a dusting.